Sensual Stepmother's Rape Record

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(I) Semen on the Basketball Court

Another boring night. I stared at the ceiling, at the man I called my husband, who was working on me.

"Ah...wife, so good...do you like me fucking you...say you like it...I'm going to cum, wife, wife!"

Then, my husband poured his thin semen into my body and went limp and fell asleep. When he pulled his penis out, I didn't feel that sudden emptiness in my vagina. Looking at his pale, not fat but limp body and his below-average penis, I only felt empty. It was more interesting to watch the mosquitoes flying around on the ceiling.

My name is Qi Xue, I'm 28 years old. Because my mother urgently needed money for medical treatment, I married this man who had been pursuing me relentlessly. He was wealthy and doted on me. I had dreamed of a simple, warm family life with him, but a marriage without passion is, as they say, a grave. He's 42 this year. He had a tubal ligation after having a child with his ex-wife, so he can safely ejaculate inside me, but that also eliminates the possibility of me having a child myself. Every night he tries hard to make me happy, and to make himself happy, but I've never felt satisfied, not even for a moment, fully engaged.

I have long, wavy black hair, large, firm breasts, a smooth waist like jade, and a shapely, pert bottom. To anyone, I'd be the kind of young woman who drives men crazy. But I don't want to appear sexually unsatisfied in front of strangers, so I usually dress conservatively. But even that doesn't stop those predatory men with a keen sense of smell. Once on the subway, a handsome, muscular man pressed his erect penis against my sexy buttocks, which were encased in a tight-fitting miniskirt. After getting off the train, he followed me. That day, I was almost ready to give myself to him, but a woman suddenly appeared and pulled him away, calling him "darling."

Strictly speaking, I don't actively seek out opportunities for infidelity. But recently, things have changed.

Around 8 pm that night, Fang Kai asked me out for coffee. Before I got married at 25, he was my boyfriend. Although he had a girlfriend, he still harbored resentment about me marrying another man.

"Xiaoxue, I still love you so much, I think about you every day," he said, handing me a box. I took it and opened it; inside was a dazzling gemstone necklace.

"Is this okay? You still have a girlfriend," I said.

"I'm not a man who cheats on his girlfriend. If you agree, I'll break up with her right away," he said.

Just then, Fang Kai suddenly made a "hmm" sound, and his expression changed.

Actually, I had done something wrong. I took off my shoes, lifted one foot, and placed it between his legs. Of course, all of this happened under the coffee table. My sole felt his little tent; I hadn't touched it for years, and I seemed to have forgotten what it looked like.

"You're already cheating on him," I said to him, while rubbing his penis up and down through his pants with my sole.

"Xiao Xue... ah... ah..." he tried to suppress his moans.

At this moment, the waiter came over. "Would you like a refill?" the waiter said. With someone nearby, I played with Fang Kai's penis in his pants more vigorously and intently with my soles and toes. Fang Kai blushed, and I found it extremely amusing, feeling a surge of excitement. The waiter, also male, seemed to notice Fang Kai's expression, probably realizing I was doing something provocative. I deliberately lowered my body, creating a deep cleavage, and the waiter stared intently, almost forgetting he was there for a refill.

But this excitement was fleeting. The boss called the waiter away, and I lowered my legs.

"Xiaoxue, let's go to a hotel," Fang Kai said. He clearly couldn't hold back any longer; his underwear must be soaked.

Actually, at that moment, I did want to go with him. Playing with his penis with my toes brought back memories of our wild and wanton days of mating. But at the same time, my phone vibrated with a new text message. I read it:

"Want to watch me practice basketball? Get ready!"

I immediately replied:

"I'm coming right away! I won't wait long."

I stood up, coldly said "Goodbye" to Fang Kai, and left. He stood up, trying to stop me, but I ignored him. I thought to myself, "Sorry, I have more important things to do."

An hour later, I arrived at Yangkong High School's gymnasium to watch the school's basketball team practice. These five basketball players were mostly high school freshmen and sophomores, each tall and brimming with youthful energy and enviable vitality. I remembered being a member of the girls' volleyball team and even winning a national medal. Seeing them sweating it out on the basketball court filled me with a surge of emotion. It was 9 PM, and besides the basketball players and me, there was no one else in the gymnasium. Students weren't allowed in at this time, but Mingqiang, the team captain, had secretly obtained the key. They always worked so hard, even stealing the key to train; without that spirit, they wouldn't be such a popular team in national basketball competitions.

"Mom!" Captain Mingqiang called out to me from the stands. "Come here!"

That's right, 16-year-old Mingqiang is my stepson. I've been married to his father for three years, and he's my greatest source of happiness now.

"Coming!" I walked onto the basketball court.

"Come here." Mingqiang stood under the hoop. At 16, he's already 1.84 meters tall. Although he's not my biological son, I'm still very proud of him. I'm only 1.58 meters tall, and with my still youthful face, standing next to him, no one would ever guess we're "mother and son.

" "What do you want?" I stood in front of him, and he suddenly grabbed my shoulders, pulling my coat to the ground. Actually, that was the only decent outfit I was wearing at that moment. I changed clothes as soon as I arrived at the gym, following Mingqiang's instructions to "get ready." Underneath the coat, only a deep purple lace semi-transparent bra and thong were visible, revealing almost all of my body's curves. He grabbed my buttocks again, and I couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm," straightening my body upwards.

My mature, slightly languid, long, wavy hair cascaded down, with a few of the most feminine strands clinging to the top of my large breasts. My F-cup breasts were full, white, round, and elastic; they were so full that when I lowered my arms, I could feel the flesh piled up on the inside of my arms. The moment the coat was removed, they trembled slightly, like milky-white jelly, with delicate, shy nipples standing upright in the center of the light brown areolas, like tender buds. The silky, graceful curves from my waist to my thighs were like the most spontaneous yet exquisite work of a master nude painter—a stroke of unparalleled delicacy, naturally perfect, like a piece of jade with a layer of snow melted upon it. My buttocks were noticeably raised, as if unseen hands were cradling their bottoms, the curve between my buttocks exuding an air of lewdness and saturation. The thin line on the front of my thong barely concealed my vulva, and curly pubic hair peeked out from the side. Mingqiang's four basketball teammates were all stunned. Their basketball shorts were clearly beginning to show proud tents.

"Ugh!" I blushed, my face burning, and covered my face with my hands. I heard Mingqiang say, "You four, let's have a two-on-two match! Play in half-court, see who scores three points first. The winner can do whatever they want to my Xiaoxue's mom, and the rest can only watch!"

"Okay, I'll try first! Who wants to challenge me?" said Wenlong, a year older than Mingqiang. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with dark skin, and looked very burly. His collisions on basketball would terrify any of his teammates. "I'll play against you!" said An'an. He was the most handsome player on the team, like an idol singer.

"How could you do this! Mingqiang, you're so mean! You can't do this to Mommy!" I playfully punched Mingqiang's chest. "Stop pretending, Xiaoxue's mom. Last time I showed you Wenlong's underwear picture, didn't you say you really wanted to see what's under those underwear?" Mingqiang said. Because of this, I turned to look at Wenlong. He was staring at me with desire, his athletic shorts were sticking out very high and full. I guess that huge thing down there must scare away many inexperienced women.

"Don't get distracted, come on!" An'an said, starting to dribble. Wenlong moved his huge yet agile body against the much thinner An'an. Both of their penises were hard, which obviously affected their agility. I don't understand basketball very well, but I could tell that Wenlong was trying to use his physical advantages to block and suppress An'an, while An'an was responding with agile footwork. Meanwhile, the other two players on the sidelines, Zhengxin and Cheng Xiaojin, weren't paying any attention to the game; instead, they were staring at me with lust, rubbing their penises through my pants…

Although I said it wasn't right, watching Wenlong and An'an playing, I suddenly started to feel anticipation…

"Good!" With another sound of the basketball crossing the rim and landing, An'an shouted in victory. "Damn it!" Wenlong angrily kicked the basketball far away.

"Looks like An'an won with his speed and skill," Mingqiang said. "Xiaoxue's mom, his speed and skill aren't just limited to basketball. An'an, come here and collect your prize. Zhengxin, Cheng Xiaojin, it's your turn!"

Zhengxin and Cheng Xiaojin started their match, while An'an walked to my side. Mingqiang consciously released his grip on my hand and stepped back. Up close, An'an's face was incredibly handsome. This boy, seemingly from a girl's dream, was actually in the basketball court, his penis erect, lewdly staring at his classmate's stepmother... This was something the female students who admired him could never imagine.

No, his gaze wasn't entirely lewd; it held a captivating tenderness. He leaned close to my ear, breathing warmly as he whispered, "Qixue, you're so beautiful..." His hands gently cupped and kneaded my large breasts—oh my, I felt like a 28-year-old housewife entering a erotic dream I'd had in my teenage years, my whole body going limp. He took off his jersey and laid it on the ground for me, and I lay down without resistance.

"Don't be fooled by his looks, Xiaoxue's mom!" I heard Mingqiang say. "This guy is a notorious sex devil among all the girls in the grade! He has the face of an idol, but his behavior is completely different!"

I couldn't hear my stepson's words at all, only experiencing An'an's completely absorbed embrace and caresses. His tongue was longer and more flexible than most men's. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his tongue licking back and forth on my nipples. It felt as if two or three tongues were circling my nipples, gently and sensually rubbing and licking them... My nipples seemed to be electrocuted, and tiny bumps excitedly appeared on my areolas.

"So...so comfortable...ooh..." I moaned, involuntarily opening my eyes—ah! No wonder it felt different. An'an had undergone special body modifications; his tongue split in the middle into two branches—it was a snake's tongue! So he could use both halves of his tongue to attack from different directions and angles. And the part of his tongue that had split open was the inside of his tongue, which had been surgically cut open and then healed, and it had a very different feel from the outside. He further exploited this difference in touch, causing my nipples to explode with a burst of colorful, stimulating pleasure, like fireworks…

“Do you like it?” An’an asked. “None of the girls at school who have kissed me can resist opening their little mouths down there.”

“Waaah, mmm… An’an, you’re so horny, so mean… Ahh…” My lower lip trembled from the teasing, my hands tightly clasped to my sides. I had never felt such intense sensations from just teasing my nipples. Suddenly, An’an bent down, spreading my legs, letting his tongue touch my already overflowing flower-like opening—

“Ah, ee-ee-ooh~~~ Ah…!!” I immediately began to moan even more intensely. Although I couldn't see him, I could feel him skillfully using his lips, the edges of his teeth, and his two tongues to create an incredibly rich and frighteningly exciting symphony of licking my labia majora, minora, clitoris, vaginal margins, and inside. His warm, slightly firm lips lightly and heavily scraped and licked the edges and inside of my labia, sometimes gently; sometimes he would hold my entire labia in his mouth, pressing his hot tongue against them, directly delivering the most humid breath into my honeypot; but what fascinated me most was his skillful use of his tongue to clamp my clitoris between his two lips, then rubbing it up and down, pressing it back and forth… It was terrifying, insane, that a 16 or 17-year-old boy possessed such oral skills—they were incredible! Then, he even used his fingers, inserting them into my honeypot, turning them inside out, rhythmically and forcefully pressing my G-spot in conjunction with his tongue's attack on my clitoris.

"Ahhh!~~~" I cried out in pleasure, tears streaming down my face from the intense stimulation. My hips arched upwards, my nipples rose high, and my thighs trembled uncontrollably—the heat and the trembling felt like an unbearable shaking on my lower body—I experienced my first orgasm, and my vaginal fluid gushed out, wetting my pubic hair and thighs. It was so shameful…

"You've already orgasmed?" An An wiped the vaginal fluid from her mouth. "Mingqiang, I never expected your stepmother to be so sensitive. But for a woman experiencing my genitals for the first time, it's quite impressive that she's lasted this long. Now it's your turn to make me happy, Xiaoxue."

My eyes were blurry with tears of pleasure, and I vaguely saw An'an take off his pants, revealing his smooth, erect penis, which was as pale as his skin. He had shaved all his pubic hair, but what truly caught my eye was the wing-like tattoos extending from the base of his penis in his groin area after the shaving. The sight before me, along with the snake-like tongues specially made for genital licking, made me understand why he was called a sex demon. How lustful and narcissistic he was, to have the tattoo artist give his penis a pair of angelic wings. It seems he thought his tongue and penis were messengers of God, like angels, bringing good tidings to young girls. Only, he worshipped the god of lust…

…and I, could only submit to such a deity, with no other choice. I crawled over like a bitch, grasped his penis, and eagerly shoved it into my mouth. Ah, a taste both strange and familiar—familiar because it was a man's penis, strange because it carried a sweet, lustful scent unique to An'an. Every time my mouth touched his penis, I truly felt that I was a 28-year-old woman completely captivated by lust. When my tongue tasted the fishy and salty flavor of the foreskin, and felt the unique firmness and just the right amount of elasticity of the penis, I couldn't resist...

I shamelessly licked the penis, making continuous wet sounds, while my fingers skillfully massaged An'an's testicles. Although I don't have a snake tongue, I'm still quite confident in my tongue skills. As my tongue licked and sucked with lewd love, An'an moaned.

"Qixue, you're great, mmm, Mingqiang, your stepmother is such a slut who knows how to suck dicks." The boy used a clear, idol-singer-like voice to utter such vulgar and obscene words, which greatly satisfied my self-esteem as a woman. Without realizing it, I was already passionately wiggling my plump, white buttocks, while An'an was playing with my breasts with her fingers, grabbing them in her hands, shaking them, and squeezing them.

"Why are you wiggling your butt? Do you want to be fucked?" An'an said.

"Ugh~~" I pretended to be shy and didn't answer, but just wiggled my buttocks even more.

"Heh! An'an, don't think you can have it all to yourself, I'm coming too!" It was Cheng Xiaojin who said this. Lost in lust, I could hardly hear the sounds around me, and I even forgot that Cheng Xiaojin was still fighting with Zhengxin to win the right to rape me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zhengxin standing there disappointed, while Cheng Xiaojin walked towards An'an and me.

"What do you want to do! I'm not done yet!" An'an said.

"Mingqiang never said he wanted everyone to take turns having sex with his Xiaoxue's mother. We could all go at once. Besides, why should I wait for you to finish? Mingqiang, don't you think so?"

"Yeah," my stepson Mingqiang said. "Anyway, you two can fuck her tonight, and how you do it is up to you."

"Did you hear that! An'an, you can keep enjoying yourself, but I can't hold back anymore! What's with all the foreplay and licking her cunt for so long? I don't like that stuff. When your dick is hard, just fuck her inside her cunt!" As soon as

Cheng Xiaojin finished speaking, he took off his basketball shorts. My God! His dick was the straightest I'd ever seen, without any curves, and it was incredibly thick. The glans wasn't open like a mushroom umbrella, but rather like a bullet, the whole dick resembling a wine bottle. A high school student, with such a massive thing between his legs.

"Xiaoxue's mom, you'd better get ready," Mingqiang said. "Cheng Xiaojin is probably the least considerate of the five of us. He's raped over ten girls and several teachers from our school, but they can't forget his scent afterward."

"What rape? This pretty girl is dressed provocatively, clearly trying to seduce me into pulling out my dick and fucking her." Cheng Xiaojin walked behind me. Because I was still servicing An'an's delicious penis with my mouth, I couldn't turn around, but I vaguely sensed an imposing man behind me, radiating heat from his massive body. "Enough water," Cheng Xiaojin said, "I'm coming!"

"Ah——————!" This, this, this is too, oh, too big, it went straight in…! I wasn't mentally prepared. What was this? Something like a heavy hammer was shoved into my honeypot. My honeypot, which had finally calmed down from the previous clitoral orgasm, had only had a brief respite when this massive object invaded and instantly awakened me again. I felt thousands upon thousands of pleasure points springing up on the walls of my vagina, frantically scattering and colliding under the pressure of Cheng Xiaojin's monstrous intrusion. The tidal wave of pleasure made me straighten up abruptly, my mouth spitting out An'an's penis. The second orgasm arrived. At that moment, my body convulsed, and my tongue involuntarily dangled outside.

Without giving me any time to recover, An'an shoved her penis back into my throat, while Cheng Xiaojin began thrusting violently back and forth. Ah, it was too, too intense. This feeling of being violently violated, this kind of blatant disregard for a woman's physical limits, using only the simplest methods of fucking, only caring about being as fast and as powerful as possible... even if I were this man's girlfriend or wife, the feeling of sex every day would feel like being raped...

"Ugh—!" Because I had An'an's penis in my mouth, that was all I could make, and tears slid down onto An'an's penis. Every time Cheng Xiaojin pulled his penis out, I felt the tender flesh of my vagina turning outwards, only to be squeezed back in by his penis. My thighs were trembling uncontrollably, and I almost collapsed. An'an could only hold my head with his hands, like he was using a rubber doll, letting his penis go in and out deep into my throat.

"Damn, Mingqiang, your stepmother's cunt is so tight and wet! It's a top-notch cunt," Cheng Xiaojin said.

"Mingqiang, let Zhengxin and me have a turn too, how can we resist?" Wenlong said from the side. He and Zhengxin, who had also lost in the basketball game, could only stand by and watch, masturbating with their penises pulled out. Their gazes made me even more excited.

"No, we can't break the rules," Mingqiang said. "A bet's a bet, let's wait for another chance. But I don't have to follow those rules," my stepson said, taking off his basketball shorts.

Ah, my dearest stepson Mingqiang, is he going to be a godmother too? I saw Mingqiang's penis, the one I was most obsessed with. Its perfectly shaped, slightly upturned curve was incredibly appetizing. The foreskin around the glans contracted and expanded slightly with the throbbing of the shaft. The glans was extremely round and gleaming red, with clear precum leaking from the tip of the urethral opening. The thick and thin veins on the shaft seemed to display power. A pair of full and swollen scrotums, paired with thick yet soft pure black pubic hair, everything seemed to contain the most powerful passion and sexual desire of a man. Come on, Mingqiang, Mommy wants your cock—just like that day after I took a shower, when you forced me to give you a good pounding with your strong, beautiful cock, and then forced your way into my cunt, making your stepmother Xiaoxue fall into the abyss of lust—

"Cheng Xiaojin, go lie down under her." Mingqiang ordered, and Cheng Xiaojin did as he was told, changing his position and lying down under me, biting my nipples with his teeth as he fucked me.

"Xiaoxue's mom," Mingqiang said, "I want to fuck your asshole."

As soon as he finished speaking, I felt it—the touch of the perfect glans that I knew best and longed for every day, pressed against my anus, which was already wet with the juices of my cunt. He tentatively thrust forward, and I immediately felt an electric shock-like pleasure. Then he pulled back slightly, starting to build up his strength from his hips, slowly invading—

"It hurts! Waaaaah—no—uhhhhh—"

—At that moment, everything was blank, all was flesh, all was the humiliation and satisfaction of being possessed and penetrated. Ah, it's coming, it's coming. My most shameful place was swollen and separated. The second little hole slowly and irresistibly expanded. The sphincter and the penis formed a relationship of embracing and fighting. I wanted to cover it, but it hurt so much. Waaah, it hurts so much, but I still had to do it, for my beloved stepson Mingqiang, for the satisfaction of his penis and his pleasure. —At the same time, the flesh wall between my honey hole and anus became very thin. I was suddenly scared. I was so scared. Would it break? It was going to break. Ahhhh—

"Still just as tight, Mom. What I like most is the resilience of your two honey holes," Mingqiang said in a cold voice as he fucked me. "Aren't you wondering why we're practicing basketball right before our game?"

"It's a kind of practice, haha," Cheng Xiaojin said.

"That's right," Mingqiang said. "As the strongest high school basketball team, beating other schools is only the first step to victory. The second step is conquering the women from other schools to truly defeat and humiliate them. And you, Xiaoxue's mother, you are our best practice material: a physical tool for practicing cunnilingus, rape, and ejaculation."

At this moment, Zhengxin and Wenlong, who had been watching from the sidelines, seemed unable to hold back any longer and walked over to us. I involuntarily grabbed their penises and began to masturbate. With An An's delicious penis in my mouth, Cheng Xiaojin's huge penis in my honey hole, and Ming Qiang's perfect erotic penis deep in my anus, being played with by five penises at the same time was a first for me in my sexual life. Thrusting, pushing, licking, and biting filled the entire gymnasium with gurgling, slippery, and lewd sounds—ahhhhhhh…

“Mommy Xiaoxue, I want it—”

Yes, it was coming, I could feel it, the most lewd throbbing of the penis, the most powerful tide of lust about to erupt from deep within the testicles—

…

So hot, sticky, wet, and fishy—

…When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself lying there extremely weak, my body slippery from sweat, vaginal fluid, and semen. My hair, nose, mouth, neck, down to my breasts and abdomen, all felt sticky and slippery, undoubtedly covered in a large amount of semen. Between my almost numb legs, a warm flow was slowly seeping out. I slightly raised my head and coughed up a large amount of semen. As I slightly raised my upper body, the semen flowed like a stream, tracing the lewd curves of my large breasts and dripping from my nipples. This was me, Qi Xue, a 28-year-old housewife married to a husband with weak sexual ability for three years, completely releasing my desires…

“You don’t know it yourself, do you?” Cheng Xiaojin said. "You were absent-minded for about five minutes."

"Xiaoxue's mom," Mingqiang said while wiping his penis with a tissue, "Tomorrow we're taking the bus to another city to compete. Will you come with us?"

I was too tired to speak, but I knew that I had just given the only answer with my lustful body... (II) The Seed of Lust

"Honey, Mingqiang is taking the bus to another city to compete tomorrow. I plan to go with him to cheer him on." I said to my husband at the dinner table.

"What game?" my husband asked, eating while watching the news on TV.

"The basketball league. One more win and we'll be in the finals," I said.

"Oh,"

he replied indifferently, as if I were talking about something completely unrelated to him. His own son was achieving such great results on the basketball court, yet he showed no reaction, just staring intently at the TV screen. I glanced at Mingqiang; he was still eating heartily, his appetite excellent. He seemed completely used to his father's indifference.

The female reporter on the news was Zhou Fangxu, very beautiful and sexy. Recently, she had become famous after her shirt button popped open during a live broadcast, revealing her bra. My husband never missed a news story involving her. Was he watching so intently, or was he watching Zhou Fangxu? I know I have no right to be jealous, but I'm still unhappy. This incident, coupled with his indifference towards our son's life, makes me feel that my husband doesn't truly need a family from the bottom of his heart. He's just a man in society, conforming to the rules of marriage and having children, so he does what he does. As for what his wife and son are thinking, it's unimportant to him. Or rather, once he earns more money, he'll probably kick me to the curb and marry Zhou Fangxu, right?

After dinner, I was washing dishes in the kitchen when my husband walked through the kitchen into the bathroom to check a faucet that wasn't working properly. Mingqiang walked behind me and said, "Mom, let me help you." Then, suddenly, he pressed against my back, cupped my breasts through my apron, and began to knead them, his fingers deftly pressing against my nipples.

I shuddered, involuntarily suppressing the moan that naturally welled up from my throat. Mingqiang was going too far! His father was right behind that door; if he came out… no, if he just tilted his head back slightly, he would see this. I instinctively reached out to push Mingqiang's hand away, but his hands, honed by years of basketball practice and brimming with strength, remained completely still…

"Don't use this faucet for now; I'll call someone to fix it tomorrow," my husband said, coming out of the bathroom. My heart nearly stopped, but Mingqiang quickly excused himself and stood beside me, pretending to help wash the dishes. "This kitchen is small, your mother shouldn't get in the way while doing housework," my husband said, walking out of the kitchen without even glancing at our son. Come to think of it, it was precisely because he paid no attention to our son's behavior that Mingqiang was able to frequently find opportunities to seduce me, gradually turning me into his sex slave.

But then again, if my husband were concerned about Mingqiang playing basketball, I'd be quite bothered too. After all, tomorrow I'd be boarding the bus with Mingqiang, embarking on an unpredictable journey of lust…

I suddenly felt a pang of guilt and wanted to make it up to my husband. That night, my husband and I were in bed. I took the initiative, with a seductive smile, and pulled down his underwear. His penis wasn't large, but his pubic hair was exceptionally thick, making it look like a pitiful little bird peeking out from a tangled thicket of grass. I put it in my mouth, savoring the texture of the foreskin's layers contracting in its flaccid state, circling and teasing it with my tongue. To be honest, I just felt like I had a fleshy object in my mouth, and the satisfaction I felt from having Mingqiang's or other basketball players' penises stuffed in my mouth was nothing compared to that. My husband started groaning, but surprisingly, he didn't get hard as quickly as usual.

I looked up at my husband; he seemed a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I've been playing golf with clients all day, I'm tired." He finished speaking, turned to the side, opened the bedside table, and took out a small box containing a small blue pill he occasionally used.

"Mom! Come help me!" Just then, his voice came from Mingqiang's bedroom. Our bedroom was separated from his by a living room, so a loud shout could be heard in both directions.

"Your mother is busy!" my husband called out impatiently.

"I can't find something! I need to take it to the car tomorrow!" Mingqiang replied.

"I'll go check it out, I'll be right back." Although I felt a little guilty towards my husband, I really couldn't refuse my stepson's call. Wearing my pajamas, I added a coat and left the bedroom. My husband sat on the bed, still clutching the small pill, hesitating whether to take it or not.

I walked through the living room, knocked on Mingqiang's bedroom door, and went in. This was the room of a boy who seemed to live only for basketball. The decorations everywhere were only basketball posters and jerseys. Apart from a few items related to schoolwork, the bookshelves were filled with basketball research materials, picture books, and biographies. Mingqiang, shirtless and wearing pajama bottoms, stood in front of me. The desk lamp behind him emitted a dim yet vibrant orange light, illuminating the boy's tall and alluring figure.

"What can't you find?" I asked.

"I was just saying," Mingqiang said. "Is Dad about to fuck you? Isn't it inappropriate for you to come over like this?"

"Ugh! I'm leaving if there's nothing else—"

I turned to leave, but Mingqiang suddenly reached out and closed the door, hugging me from behind. His penis was pressed against my butt crack, and then he pinched it with his hand, rubbing it back and forth on my buttocks like a windshield wiper on a sports car mirror. This contact immediately sent a faint tingling sensation throughout my entire body. "Don't rush off," he said, "Actually, there's nothing I'm looking for. I just want to play with you."

"Wife!" I heard my husband call out from the bedroom, perhaps the sound of Mingqiang closing the door had caught his attention. "Come back quickly!"

"Wait a minute!" Mingqiang actually answered loudly for me. "Mom's looking for something for me! Only she knows where it is!"

"That's not good, he'll be suspicious," I said, trying to keep my voice down, "and..."

"And what?" Mingqiang slipped a hand inside my underwear, touching the edge of my vulva. "I get it—and you're already wet. If we go back to his place, he'll definitely find out, right?"

"You know that, yet you still..." I could indeed feel the warmth and wetness of my vulva.

"Because you won't get wet for him. I know there's Vaseline in your bedside table, and every time he fucks you, a little goes a little away. But, Xiaoxue's mom," Mingqiang whispered in my ear, his hot breath making my ears burn and turn red, "if it were me, you'd get wet very quickly. In front of Dad, you're just a sex doll that doesn't produce its own juices, but in front of me..."

"Let me go back, please..." My heart was pounding so hard I was dizzy.

"Let you go back? You really want to? Don't worry about Dad, he'll fall asleep on his own in a bit. Turn around and sit by the door."

Mingqiang said this in a different tone. A commanding, unquestionable, yet alluring tone. I leaned against the door, slowly sliding down and obediently sitting on the floor. I looked up at the triangle protruding from the center of his pajama bottoms, and began to smell the unique, obscene scent of his penis. My breathing quickened, and my breasts swayed slightly up and down.

"What do you want me to do..." I asked, both afraid and expectant.

Mingqiang knelt in front of me. Because my body was almost limp, and he was so tall, even when he was kneeling, his penis was positioned directly in front of my chest. I knew what he was going to do. He reached out and grabbed the straps of my pajama top, pulling them apart—I felt the silk pajama top quickly rub against the surface of my large breasts, then scrape against my nipples, and slid down, revealing my full, perky, and tender F-cup breasts. Mingqiang pulled down his pants, revealing his throbbing, intoxicatingly erect penis. Ever since I lost my virginity, I've been deeply fascinated by the intense sensation of being used by a man to masturbate. In this dimly lit room, the sight of Mingqiang's penis and my enormous breasts facing each other created an atmosphere of clandestine, immoral violation, and impending depravity.

"Wait... Ugh...!!"

Mingqiang wiped some of the lustful fluid he had just collected from my vagina onto his penis, then squeezed my large breasts together from the sides with both hands and inserted his huge penis into the deep crevice between my breasts. The skin of his penis was relatively smooth, but it was so hard and had many prominent veins, so I felt a burning friction on the inside of my cleavage. He moved his hips back and forth, driving his merciless penis in and out of my cleavage. I could feel the glans, the shaft, penetrating from the bottom of my cleavage against my abdomen, forcing a path through the tight crevice between my large breasts. Each time he thrust to the limit, the glans would touch my mouth.

To prevent my body from hitting the door behind me and making a sound as Mingqiang slammed into me, I leaned forward as much as possible, which also brought our bodies closer together.

"Ugh, mmm... It's so hot, so hot, Mingqiang... Ahh..."

Ah, ah, Mingqiang is fucking my tits again, no matter how many times, even hundreds of times, I never get tired of it... The smell of his penis is overwhelming, I stick out my tongue and lick the glans, the slutty taste buds of a wanton woman, upon contact with the wonderful fishy smell of a man's penis, immediately rush to my brain... Penis, lick it, I want it, give it to me, give it to me... My tongue slides around the coronal sulcus of the glans, the tip of my tongue scrapes up and down the frenulum of the glans, I grasp it tightly with my hand, massage, squeeze Mingqiang's balls—my dearest Mingqiang, fuck your stepmother's tits that need fucking, ugh ugh ugh—

"Wife!"

It's husband! His shout startled me so much my heart nearly stopped, and I coughed up Mingqiang's penis.

"If you don't come back soon, I'm going to sleep!" he continued.

"You... if you're sleepy, go to sleep first!" I shouted back. At that moment, I had no way to give any other answer.

My husband didn't reply, but I thought I heard him grumble in complaint. What could I do? My breasts and mouth were still smelling of Mingqiang's penis, and my vagina was soaking wet. Should I crawl back to my husband's bed like this?

"Now no one will bother us, Xiaoxue's mother," Mingqiang said, bending down to pick me up. His strong arms encircled my body, as easily as cuddling a child, and then he tossed me onto his bed, looking at me with lustful eyes. No, this is too shameful. I suddenly felt embarrassed. I had only wanted to make my husband happy, how did it turn out like this? My stepson was staring at me with his large, erect penis, while his father remained in his bedroom, unaware of what had happened… Even if he knew, I couldn't leave…

But looking around, I suddenly felt at ease. This was Mingqiang's room, the room where we first broke the rules and had incestuous sex. From then on, every time Mingqiang fucked me in this room, no matter how intense the pleasure in my vagina was, I always felt a sense of security. After all, this was the first world Mingqiang and I shared. At any time, I can clearly recall the beginning of this immoral and promiscuous affair…

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Although I've been married to my current husband for three years, I didn't meet Mingqiang in person until two years into our marriage. He had been studying in a small European country with excellent welfare benefits. I asked my husband why he suddenly returned, but he only gave me vague answers. And I didn't dare ask Mingqiang directly.

At that time, he was three months away from his sixteenth birthday, a little shorter than he is now, about 1.78 meters tall, but it still surprised me. His relationship with his father had been cold ever since then, and he rarely responded to my attempts to speak. Moreover, for a while after he returned, he spoke with a peculiar foreign accent, which he gradually corrected. All of this made me feel that he wasn't my stepson, but a distant relative who gave me a lot of headaches and even frightened me a little.

The thawing of the ice between Mingqiang and me was due to a very tragic event that I don't want to recall.

Initially, I married a husband I didn't love because my mother urgently needed a large sum of money for medical treatment. However, after two years of battling illness, a new grave for my mother was added next to my father's grave, which had stood for ten years. Those were the most painful days of my life; I felt like the world was collapsing at me from all directions. Having lost both parents, I only had my husband, whom I didn't love, and my stepson at home. To please my husband, I devoted myself to being a housewife, rarely contacting the outside world and losing many friends. It seemed impossible for me to have a complete and hopeful life.

And misfortune seemed unwilling to let me go.

One night after dinner, because my period was approaching and I was short on sanitary napkins, I went to a convenience store alone. Because of my worries, I kept my head down as I walked. Suddenly, there was a loud crack, and I felt my left hand hit something hard, followed by a sharp pain. Turning around, I saw that I had bumped into the rearview mirror of a sports car parked on the side of the road. Because it wasn't a hard impact, the mirror wasn't damaged.

"Stop!" a rough voice suddenly came from inside the car. "You hit my car and just walk away like nothing happened?" The car window rolled down, and I could vaguely see two burly-looking men inside. "Sorry!" I apologized quickly, a wave of fear washing over me, and hurried forward.

"That woman, she's like a zombie, not even watching where she's going," one of the men said. "Look at her swaying back and forth, her ass's pretty slutty..." I heard the other man say.

I quickened my pace, not looking back, practically running. Looking back now, perhaps my fear and escape only fueled their criminal desires. I heard them open the car door, followed by a series of rapid, heavy footsteps. They came incredibly fast. Just as I thought I should scream for help, a hand reached out from behind and covered my mouth. Two other hands, whose owners I couldn't tell, gripped my waist tightly and dragged me into a side alley!

"Help...help me..." I mumbled a weak cry for help. Before I was completely dragged into the alley, I saw two patrol officers chatting happily as they walked out from the corner across the street. They didn't notice me...

The hands that were holding me threw me roughly to the ground, and I cried out in pain. It was a dead end, with dim streetlights and old residential buildings on both sides. I looked up at the men in front of me—not two, but three. Their expressions, clothing, and tattoos all betrayed their thug status. The leader had two deep, old scars on his right cheek. He squatted down in front of me and pinched my cheek hard with his right hand, the pain bringing tears to my eyes.

"You hit my new car! Walking so fast, are you rushing home to serve your husband? You slut!"

He released his grip, and I tasted the sweetness of blood in my mouth. He had pinched too hard, and my teeth had pierced the inside of my lip. Already feeling depressed, I was now completely overwhelmed by fear. "Please, please let me go, take all of this..." I pulled out my wallet with trembling hands.

"Do you think I'm a beggar, you slut!" The leader stood up and kicked my right hand, sending my wallet flying. My hand was so painful I couldn't move it, as if my metacarpal bones were shattered.

Behind him, a fat man kicked open my shopping bag that had fallen to the ground and peered inside. "Brother Zhuang, she bought sanitary napkins," he said to the leader. "Looks like she's on her period, or about to, so we can just cum inside her."

"Take off your clothes and show us your breasts," said the leader, called Brother Zhuang.

"No...no! Please!" I looked up and saw an open window on the third floor of the apartment building next door, and someone seemed to be peeking out. I shouted upwards. "Help! Help—ugh!"

Another of Brother Zhuang's henchmen rushed up and slapped me across the face, making my vision go black and my cheek feel like it had been burned by hot coals. Brother Zhuang looked up and shouted, "Mind your own business! Or I'll come and deal with you guys later!" And so, that open window, my only hope for help, was shut down...

One of my henchmen ripped my clothes open with both hands, exposing my breasts beneath my purple bra. I looked down and saw blood from biting my lip, slowly trickling down my neck and onto my breasts. The way the three thugs looked at me immediately changed…

“Zhang Liu,” Zhuang Ge said to the thug who had ripped my clothes, “you fuck this bitch’s mouth first, wipe all the blood out.”

“Yes, sir!” Zhang Liu, panting with desire, immediately stood up, unzipped his pants, revealing his semi-erect but gradually growing penis, and brought it towards my mouth. "No! Let me go—" I was already terrified, tears streaming down my face, screaming and shaking my head violently.

"Behave yourself!" The fat man rushed up and kicked me hard in the stomach. I felt like my internal organs had been ripped out, the pain making it hard to breathe. Through my tears, I vaguely saw Brother Zhuang slap the fat man across the face and say, "Idiot! Why did you hit me so hard! I don't want to rape a corpse!" The fat man lowered his head and apologized, "Sorry, boss!"

Their conflict did not slow down the torture I was about to suffer. Zhang Liu grabbed my hair with one hand and his penis with the other, shoving it into my mouth without any regard for my condition. He started twisting his hips, letting his penis swirl wildly in my mouth...

"Oh! So good!" Zhang Liu shouted. "Bitch, does it taste good? I haven't showered for two days, and I fucked another woman yesterday. How does my cock, smelling of urine and cunt, taste?"

Ugh, ahh, it's so disgusting. A strange man's cock smelling of urine, the strong odor hit my nose, it's inside, down my throat... thrusting, rubbing, churning... the big glans is pressing on my tongue, my lips hurt so much... my vision is blurry, I can't see anything, I can only vaguely see a dark mass... it's his pubic hair, it smells so bad. He raped my mouth, his pubic hair is rubbing against my face, my tears and saliva have soaked his pubic hair...

"Damn! Ahh! I'm going to cum—"

Zhang Liu groaned, then his penis trembled, pouring five or six waves of hot, pungent semen into my mouth... Ugh... He pushed his penis as deep as possible, ejaculating, my nose buried in his pubic hair... He pulled back, and his penis "popped" out of my tired mouth. I lowered my head and coughed up the semen. The thick, white, murky liquid was mixed with streaks of blood… My heart was still pounding, but it seemed irrelevant to me. Looking at the pool of red and white murky liquid, a strange, sharp ringing sound filled my ears… This is… rape, being forced to suck a rotten cock… This is humiliation…

“Haha, looks like you shot too much; it all came out of your nose,” Zhang Liu said. "Look, Brother Zhuang! I used my semen to wash the blood out of this filthy bitch's mouth."

"You slut," Brother Zhuang said, "don't waste the semen. Catch it with your hands and smear it on your fat, horny tits."

I did as he said, catching the blood-streaked semen from her mouth with both hands, smearing it all over my hands, and then reaching into my bra to rub it... Why did I do that? I don't know, I've lost the ability to think. As long as they let me go… I'll do whatever they say… They're men who bully and oppress me with their strength and penises. I'm a woman with almost no family or friends… So be it. Their eyes gleam with excitement, each one with an erect penis. If this is my fate, then I'll accept it… My breasts are slick with blood-tinged semen, my skin like a grotesque painting, chaotic white and red swirling lines… Ahh, my nipples are erect. If they like it… As long as they're willing to let me go, I'll please them. Just please don't hit me anymore, I can't bear the pain… Anyway, my life is hopeless. They can gang rape me, I won't resist anymore…

"Brother Zhuang," Zhang Liu said while continuing to rub his penis. "This woman is incredibly horny!"

"Fatty, you fuck her now. After you're done, take her back to the hotel, wash her up, and then I'll play with her," Brother Zhuang said.

"Thanks, Brother Zhuang!" Fatty said, walking up to me with his fat thighs, shoving me down, then pulling down his pants and pressing his fleshy body against me, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. He used his round, short hands to spread my thighs and pull down my underwear. His breath, reeking of alcohol, was slurring near my ear. I couldn't see it, but I could feel something hard and thick protruding from beneath the layers of fat on his stomach, pressing against my opening.

The fat man licked my face with his tongue and forced a French kiss on me. Luckily, I was a little out of it, or I would have been nauseous. He grabbed my breasts, clumsily and forcefully pinching and pulling at my nipples, rubbing and twisting them. I groaned in pain. "Feeling good, huh? You're already moaning? You'll feel even better when I'm inside you!" the fat man yelled, then thrust his hips forward. I felt him crush me like a tank made of piled-up fat, and his penis slid into my vagina with a whoosh.

"Ahhh! This slut is so tight! So good! Her tits are bouncing so much from being fucked, it's so tempting! I'm going to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you to death!" The fat man lifted my legs up, trying to put them on his shoulders to fuck me. But his flesh was just too thick, and at 1.58 meters tall, I didn't have long legs, so I could only put them on his fat belly, and they were spread wide apart, making my inner thighs feel like they were being torn apart. While he was fucking me, he took off my high heels and rubbed his feet against his nipples. I couldn't hear the squelching sounds of fucking, I could only hear the sound of his fat belly hitting my thighs.

With a gurgling sound, followed by rapid, panting breaths, and finally a long "Ah—", he ejaculated his hot semen into my vagina. He must have felt so good, his belly bulging as he leaned forward… The fat man grabbed my hair and shoved his slick penis into my mouth. I didn't lick it actively; I just let his stinky cock swirl around in my mouth like a toothbrush, mixing my vaginal fluids and semen everywhere. My mouth felt salty, fishy, and sore. Ah, this fleshy ball with a penis, have I become a man's sex toy…?

"Phew! That felt amazing!" the fat man said, standing up. "Brother Zhuang, shall we take her to a hotel now?"

"You slut," Brother Zhuang said, looking at me. "Sit up, pry her open with your hands, let the semen flow out. Fatty, shove your cock into her cunt again. Zhang Liu, take a picture like this as a souvenir."

I saw Zhang Liu take out his phone to take a picture, and Fatty shoved his cock into my mouth again, from the side, like a sausage lying horizontally in my mouth, pushing up my left cheek. I was completely powerless and delirious. It wasn't so much the sexual pleasure as the unexpected rape ordeal. My whole being, body and mind, was being tormented beyond reproach. My "reason" and "will" had been crushed by the most primal forces of violence and sex. So I did as she said, sitting with my legs apart, my hands slowly moving down, gliding over my breasts stained with semen and blood, over my still heaving lower abdomen, until they pressed against my labia, gently parting them to the left and right. I looked down, and the cloudy white semen slowly flowed out of my vagina, the thinner edges still carrying some bubbles. I heard the sound of a phone taking pictures; this scene had become data, permanently etched in my memory. My forced lewd appearance… I felt something inside me, something very important, being carried away by this semen, flowing out with it, never to return… Anyone who saw this would think I was a shameless slut…

“Brother Zhuang, all done!” Zhang Liu said.

"Okay, take her to the hotel and let her stay a few more days," Zhuang said.

"What are you looking at? Get lost!" I suddenly heard Zhang Liu yell.

"You brat, mind your own business and go home to drink your milk!" Then came Zhuang's voice.

Someone's coming? ...Can I...call for help?

I opened my blurry eyes wide—ah!! It was my stepson, Mingqiang, standing not far behind Zhuang Ge. Although it was a bit cold, he was only wearing a basketball jersey and shorts, as if he had just returned from practice. Because of the darkness, I couldn't make out his expression, but he undoubtedly saw me, the stepmother who should have built a warm family with him and his father, with a lewd fat man's penis in my mouth, my vagina spread open, letting semen flow out...

"No—! Don't!! Don't look!!" Stimulated by this, my rationality suddenly returned. I spat out the fat man's penis, immediately put my legs together, and tried to stand up.

"Fuck you! You bit me!" Fatty suddenly yelled in pain. My teeth grazed his penis as I spat it out. His huge hand swung down, hitting me so hard that my vision went black and I collapsed to the ground.

"Oh? Looks like you two have some kind of special relationship?" I heard Brother Zhuang say. "Lovers? Or siblings? How about it, want to get involved—"

Then, I heard several violent blows and a man's screams. "Brother Zhuang!" Zhang Liu shouted, followed by several blows and Zhang Liu's continuous cries of pain. "Damn it! Don't come any closer!" Fatty yelled, then I heard the sound of punches, vomiting, and finally the muffled thud of a huge body hitting the ground.

I regained my vision and struggled to my feet. I saw the three thugs lying motionless on the ground. Mingqiang pulled out his phone's memory card, slammed it to the ground, and stomped on it. Then he walked towards me. For some reason, I felt a little scared and shrank back. He picked up my clothes that had been torn off and threw them at me, saying, "Put them on," before turning his back.

I shakily put on my clothes, my whole body aching, and it was a slow process. I stood up and said, "I...I'm all better. Shall we...go back?"

Mingqiang turned around. "No, how can we let Dad see you like this?" He said, then walked over, grabbed my arm, and pulled me forward. I looked around. Fatty was lying on his back, his nose a bloody mess, and Zhang Liu was face down, clutching his stomach in pain, blood and vomit mixed around his mouth. Zhuang was also lying on the ground, one hand pressed against the back of his head, his hand stained with blood. Was Mingqiang really that powerful? I looked at his muscular arm; it was that arm that had saved me from further humiliation…

As we walked past Zhuang, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Mingqiang's ankle, startling me.

"You brat!" Zhuang struggled to lift his head and said. "Don't think this is the end of it…"

"Stomp on him," Mingqiang said. "Huh?" I didn't react. "I said, stomp on him. Don't be afraid," Mingqiang added.

I hesitated for a moment, then raised my high-heeled foot and stomped hard on Zhuang's back, making a crunching sound. Zhuang screamed and released Mingqiang's grip, who then led me forward. Although this couldn't make up for the pain of being humiliated, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction: this boss was pretty pathetic, not only did he fail to get himself to do anything, but he also got beaten up.

"Let's clean up before going home," Mingqiang said. He led me to an inconspicuous hotel and booked a room. The receptionist looked at us strangely, probably because of my dirty appearance. Once inside the room, I instantly felt safe. I was completely exhausted and collapsed onto the bed.

"Go take a shower, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back later," Mingqiang said, and left without waiting for my reply. So I dragged my still weak body to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and repeatedly rinsed myself. I parted my labia, brought the showerhead close, and endured the burning and pain, letting the hot water wash over my vulva at close range. Was it clean? It seemed clean, but it also seemed like there was still something... Everything that had happened tonight suddenly flashed cruelly through my mind. I slowly slid down and sat on the bathroom floor, starting to cry...

When I was tired of crying and finished washing, I lay naked on the bed, wrapped myself in the blanket, and quickly fell asleep.

When I groggily woke up, I felt something soft gently touching my body… it felt like it was on my breasts, tickling me… I opened my eyes, and at first I thought it was Mingqiang touching my breasts with his fingers, and my heart skipped a beat. But upon closer inspection, I realized he was applying medicine to my breasts with cotton swabs. There were several scratches on my breasts, and he lifted the blanket covering me a little, revealing the upper half of my breasts, and carefully applied the medicine to the wounds. Suddenly, my face turned bright red.

“You’re awake?” Mingqiang said, without looking up at me. "I just went to a 24-hour pharmacy."

"It's okay...it's not serious..."

He didn't answer me, threw the cotton swab into the trash can, took out a new one from a box next to him, and another box of medicine powder, which seemed to be a different kind. He dipped the new cotton swab in the medicine powder, suddenly moved closer to me, gently pinched my injured lip with one hand, and began to apply medicine to the wound inside my lip. He was so focused, his eyes fixed only on the cotton swab and my wound… He was so close, I could already smell his scent, my stepson, the one who saved me and took such good care of me, that irresistible masculine aroma… I let out a soft “ah,” my mouth started to water, my heart raced, my body became sensitive, and I could feel the soft blanket gently rubbing against my nipples… I, I wanted…

“That’s enough,” Mingqiang said, dropping the cotton swab. “I also bought emergency contraception, do you want to take it?”

“No, no need! I’ll be right there—” I swallowed the words “my period” that were about to come out. Discussing these things with my stepson suddenly made me feel incredibly ashamed.

"Anyway, I'll leave it in this bag. Eat it if you want. It's almost eleven now, I'm going back first. You rest a bit more, but remember to call your dad, just make up an excuse." "

Wait a minute—"

Mingqiang didn't respond, opened the door and walked out, slamming it shut behind him. As the echo of the closing door reverberated in the room, I felt a void in my heart... From that moment on, I knew I would never look at Mingqiang the same way I used to. Because of the previous coldness in our relationship, the concept of "stepson" hadn't been deeply ingrained in my mind. The first time I truly knew him was as a "man"... But what happened later proved that the overlap between the identities of "stepson" and "man" completely pulled me into a vortex of infatuation with him...

From then on, I began to intentionally or unintentionally seduce him, and his responses to me were often uncertain.

For example, when I was taking a shower, I deliberately opened the door a crack and let him hand me my clothes. He didn't peek, but when he handed me the clothes, he definitely touched my hand.

For example, he was watching a basketball game on his computer in the bedroom, and I was wearing clothes that showed off my cleavage when I went to bring him coffee. He made me sit on the bed next to him, and after he finished drinking the coffee, he took the cup away, but he never looked at me.

For example, when we were on a very crowded bus, he pressed me against the corner, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest, my breath hot against his skin, but he was only staring at the phone screen in his right hand…

Gradually, I started thinking about him all the time, wanting to hug him, wanting to kiss him, wanting him to have sex with me, to hold me tight and thrust into me hard, to fuck my mouth, to fuck my vagina… I even couldn't sleep at night in my husband's bed thinking about him, and started masturbating…

Finally, six months later, three months after his sixteenth birthday, my husband wasn't home that day, and I was in his bedroom—I remember that scene clearly—

"Ah! Ahhh! Mingqiang, ohhh, fuck me—harder—"

I lay on Mingqiang's bed, moaning and screaming wildly. My wavy black hair was disheveled, and the sheer, sexy lingerie that best accentuated my beautiful, slightly voluptuous figure was torn in several places. My legs, clad in black stockings, were raised high, my toes stiffened by intense pleasure. My mouth and breasts were covered with the semen left by Mingqiang after he had fucked my mouth and given me a blowjob. Mingqiang's strong hands each squeezed one of my large, white breasts, and his waist moved rapidly back and forth. His extremely sexy abs and V-line led directly to the thick, hard penis that was thrusting into my honey hole under his thick pubic hair. The hissing sound was simply the most beautiful music in the world, and I could only match it with the most unrestrained moans.

Suddenly, Mingqiang pulled his penis out, slapped my thigh, and lay down on the bed. I understood, climbed on top of him, grasped his now slippery penis with my right hand, and slowly sat down, lifting my buttocks until he inserted it. Because it was too long, I couldn't swallow it all at once, making a straight up-and-down motion inconvenient. So I leaned forward slightly, creating a small angle between his penis and my vagina, and began to rock back and forth. Mingqiang gripped my buttocks with both hands, applying pressure together. The feeling of that thick, hot, cylindrical penis thrusting in and out of my honeypot was incredibly satisfying. I was focused on making Mingqiang feel good, so I tried to clench my vaginal muscles as tightly as possible. However, Mingqiang's penis was too strong; not only could I not clench, but it also caused an even stronger pulling sensation on my vaginal walls, triggering extreme pleasure.

"Tell me, who are you?" Mingqiang said as he fucked me.

"I...I am...I am housewife Qixue..."

"No, who are you?"

"I...I am...Mingqiang's mother! Waaah, mmm—"

"Then what are you doing?"

"I...I'm on top of Mingqiang...waaah...fucking Mingqiang's penis! My son's big penis is penetrating my vagina! Mmm—"

"Little Xue's mother, you slut, Little Xue's mother, you like Mingqiang's penis, don't you? His big penis is pressing against your cervix, you want more, don't you? Hmm?"

"Mmm—yes—so good—fuck me hard—fuck me, I'm yours, my tits and my cunt, everything I have is yours, fuck me, oh my, big cock son, you are Xiaoxue's slutty cock son, mmm ah—so comfortable—"

With a shudder of his cock, a large amount of hot semen spurted out. Mingqiang tightly gripped my buttocks and shot six or seven times in a row, each time hitting my cervix, bringing me to the most lewd and supreme orgasm... The already sticky honey hole began to spasm uncontrollably, the vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing, tightly gripping Mingqiang's cock and squeezing out the last drop of semen. So after shooting three more times, Mingqiang finally took his cock out.

I collapsed, my head resting right next to Mingqiang's penis. I took it into my mouth and licked it, then licked up the base of his penis all the way to his navel, collecting all the semen that flowed back onto him, swallowing every last drop. It was so heavy, so salty, but so delicious… I nestled against Mingqiang's arm, looking at him with loving eyes…

“Xiaoxue's mom, you're even more horny than I imagined,” he suddenly said.

“Don't be so direct!” I blushed again.

“But I can be even more horny, even more lewd,” he said, “Are you willing?”

“For you, I'd do anything… Waaah…” I couldn't finish my sentence because he started playing with my clitoris with his fingers. Although we kept talking about lust, my heart was filled with happiness…

From then on, we went further and further down the path of lust and incest. Whatever he suggested, I would always comply. If it was something I couldn't immediately adapt to, like group sex, he would gradually guide me. Looking back now, it seems like I initially seduced him, but actually, he was seducing me with very sophisticated techniques. His crazy sexual ideas and his level of skill were unimaginable for a sixteen-year-old. Although he seemed very precocious, I still sometimes wondered if he had experienced something unusual during his years studying in Europe.

But, this question was ultimately unimportant to me. It was Mingqiang's sexual training that rescued me from the abyss of despair and gave me hope for life. I secretly took short-acting birth control pills every day, eagerly anticipating what Mingqiang's ideas would be (because my husband had his vas deferens ligated, and taking the pills might arouse suspicion, so I kept it a secret from him). Thinking back to the day I was raped, I only feel fear; I never want to experience that again. But if Mingqiang had me play a similar game with someone I didn't know, I would definitely be able to fully immerse myself and enjoy it. This is the difference between "sexual violence" and "sex." Like SM enthusiasts, they genuinely enjoy things that seem terrifying because they trust that the other person won't "violate the other person's will and cause harm," and because they have "safe words."

My growing relationship with Mingqiang (to the point of becoming one with him) has simultaneously distanced us from his father. I'm not entirely without guilt about this, but it seems to be an unsolvable problem...

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After being fucked by Mingqiang twice, I returned to my husband's bedroom. He was indeed asleep. There were two wads of toilet paper on the floor. I picked them up and smelled them; they smelled of semen. My husband used to masturbate, but he always threw the tissues in the trash afterward. This time, he threw them on the floor. Was he trying to subtly express his dissatisfaction with me?

However, this incident didn't really affect my mood. The next morning, I still excitedly dressed up, packed my luggage, and followed Mingqiang to the gymnasium. An 18-seat minibus was waiting for us; it was provided by the school specifically for the basketball team. Besides the team members, the manager, coach, assistants, and cheerleaders were also present. Mingqiang had promised me that, apart from the team members who had already slept with me, he didn't intend to let anyone else know about my "stepmother" status, and the team members also promised to keep it a secret. My role was that of an "assistant," of course, only in name.

Three female high school cheerleaders boarded the bus before me. They exuded youthful energy, chattering incessantly; their sailor uniform skirts were extremely short, almost revealing their underwear if slightly lifted, seemingly specially modified. And I glimpsed that under a girl's skirt, where her vulva should be, a vibrating egg cord was hanging... (Part Three) Inside the carriage, flesh intertwined.

This 18-seat bus had two doors, one at the front and one at the back. Following Mingqiang's instructions, I followed three girls in sailor uniforms and boarded from the back. As soon as I entered the carriage, I saw a thick black curtain dividing the carriage into two parts.

"Not everyone can come in from this side of the curtain," Mingqiang said to me, standing next to the curtain. I only needed to glance around to understand what he meant. In this second half of the carriage, there were only five basketball players, three cheerleaders, and me.

"I'm coming in! I have something to announce," a voice came from the other side of the curtain. "Come in," Mingqiang said. Then the curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man entered. I had seen him before; he was Coach Zhang from the basketball team.

"It's ten o'clock now. We expect to arrive at Qiguang High School in Donghai City around noon," the coach said. "After we arrive, you'll have lunch, and then you can rest in the dormitories arranged by Qiguang High School. However, you must get up at four o'clock in the afternoon to do some warm-up exercises. The game will officially begin at 5:15 PM. Do you all understand?"

The team members responded sparsely. The coach didn't seem to care, and lifted the curtain to return to the front of the carriage.

"How about this...?" I said. "Dividing it into front and back, etc..."

"It's okay, it's all thanks to Zhengxin," Mingqiang said.

Zhengxin sat in the last row, head down, playing on his phone. He was the grandson of the school board member, providing the basketball team with many conveniences. As a student with a special status, he strangely became the most taciturn person among the basketball team members.

"The bus is about to leave, sit down," Mingqiang said, sitting in a seat closer to him. A moment later, the bus started. I naturally sat down next to him, and looked back. An'an, three rows behind me, had her head resting on the seat in front of her, showing me her tongue and deliberately making "snip" sounds. I quickly turned my head back and began to observe the three unfamiliar cheerleading girls.

"Hey! Hey!" Cheng Xiaojin suddenly shouted at a girl. "Liang Qing, put away your cigarette. If you're so talkative, my dick is waiting for you!"

"I'm addicted to cigarettes, not horny, you're fucking annoying." The girl called Liang Qing said. She lit a cigarette, put it in her mouth, sat down in the seat at the far end, opened the window, and began to exhale smoke with great flair. "Cheng, I guess I'm being considerate?"

"If your secondhand smoke affects my performance in the game tonight, I'll fuck your hole until it bursts." Cheng Xiaojin said, making a gesture as if he was about to get up and rush up to beat her, but he sank back into his chair. Cheng Xiaojin,

who possessed a sexual power like a crazy rapist and always made me a little scared, was surprisingly not intimidated by this girl named Liang Qing. I couldn't help but find it a little funny, and then I took a closer look at Liang Qing's appearance. Her skin was as white as those gleaming white beaches in movies, she wore black eyeshadow and lipstick, a silver lip ring, and a section of her shoulder-length hair was carefully dyed a blue-green gradient. On her finger, which was holding a cigarette, she wore a skull ring. She exuded the aura of a rebellious girl, and her slightly hoarse voice revealed a dangerous yet alluring sexiness. Perhaps noticing my gaze, she turned her head, holding the cigarette pack in my direction, and said, "Want a smoke?"

"No, no, thank you," I quickly replied.

"Mingqiang," Liang Qing said, "she's the assistant you mentioned, right? The assistant who wipes your dick after you pee?"

Mingqiang smiled. I was speechless and immediately blushed.

"Xiaoqing, don't bully her," another girl sitting next to Liang Qing said, then smiled at me. "Hello, my name is Zhong Caining."

"Hello," I said. This girl named Zhong Caining was the most striking contrast to Liang Qing. Her long, black hair reached her waist, smooth and shiny like something out of a shampoo commercial, which I envied. Her slender, long eyebrows, paired with her delicate, slightly upturned eyes, her flawlessly oval face, and her naturally rosy lips, made her resemble a perfectly well-bred young lady. That super-short skirt that exposed her thighs seemed a bit longer, perhaps covering her knees, and the black stockings would be better replaced with pure white athletic socks to match her overall气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament).

By the way, I'd heard she was the school beauty queen at Mingqiang's high school for two consecutive years. Seeing her in person, I understood immediately. Ordinary beauty and sex appeal alone wouldn't be enough to carry the seemingly effortless yet profoundly meaningful title of "school beauty queen." Upon seeing Zhong Caining, people don't immediately think of cramped rooms filled with lust, or glittering beaches where countless women in bikinis vie for men's attention. Instead, they picture a transparent blue sky, sunlight that seems to shine solely to warm the skin of a young girl—a beauty that can be called "the face" of a woman, a beauty that can establish an alluring image for an entire group.

I was almost stunned. At her age, could I have matched her in the refinement of my features and the delicacy of my skin? No, I certainly couldn't… It seems that in the eyes of all men, my appearance and figure primarily serve to arouse "erupted desire," rather than the kind that commands silent admiration and respect from hundreds of men. Suddenly, I felt a little lost…

I suddenly remembered that before getting on the bus, I saw the wires of a vibrator showing under a girl's skirt. But after getting on the bus, my attention was distracted by the black curtain and the coach, and now I can't say for sure which girl's skirt I saw. Was it Liang Qing? It doesn't seem like it. Was it Zhong Cai Ning? No, absolutely not. Then…

where is the third girl? I lost sight of her. I looked back and found that she was already sitting next to Zheng Xin, head down, talking softly to him. She had short hair with bangs, tucked behind her ears, and with her big, bright black eyes, she looked very pure, cute, and charming. She possessed a beauty still developing, seemingly with countless possibilities, but for now, she could probably be described as somewhere between a loli and a teen idol. When she spoke, her mouth opened almost imperceptibly, coupled with extremely subtle hand movements, making her appear like a porcelain doll afraid of shattering herself.

Such an innocent girl—I wonder if she'd be carrying a vibrator with a dildo in her vagina on the bus…or am I mistaken? These three girls each have their own beauty, but I haven't yet seen any lewd side.

But then again, could I be wrong? Because of Mingqiang's lewd training and innuendo, I assumed this would be a promiscuous trip that would make me constantly secrete arousal fluids. The cheerleaders I'd heard about were supposed to be three women like me, women who had been gang-raped by basketball players (though I'd only masturbated Zhengxin and Wenlong). Honestly, before boarding the bus, I was already slightly wet with anticipation… Could it be that the three cheerleaders were just cheerleaders, and I was actually the only woman on the bus looking forward to promiscuity? I was wearing the same high school sailor uniform as them, but they were still high school students inside, while I was an impure, horny older sister…

Ugh, so shameful… I couldn't help but steal a glance at Mingqiang. He was wearing headphones, watching a basketball game live on his iPad. The bus lurched along a rough stretch of road, and my breasts, hidden beneath my sailor uniform, bounced several times. Mingqiang didn't even look at me. Ugh, if that's really the case, wouldn't I look like a fool...?

But then, though the sound was very soft, I heard a faint, fleeting moan. Turning around, I saw the pure-looking third girl, her eyes lowered, her lips slightly parted... Next to her, Zhengxin held something in his right hand, offering it to her... Although Zhengxin was sitting by the window, he was tall enough to see his actions. The girl took the object from him, and then... stuck out a tiny, incredibly cute, and seemingly sweet tip of her tongue, licking the object.

It was a vibrator.

I wasn't mistaken. That bullet-shaped, slightly thicker than the girl's thumb, purple... vibrator, covered in a thin, sticky liquid. The girl, her face flushed, touched it slightly with the tip of her tongue, frowning as if electrocuted, then pursed her lips in a very cute yet heartbreaking way.

It couldn't be anyone else, it had to be her, the girl with the vibrator between her legs. But this high school girl, who seemed like she could be scouted into an idol group at any moment, was carrying a vibrator on this train, perhaps with her inner thighs still wet with vaginal fluid... Just thinking about it made me a little excited. But the girl didn't expose herself openly; instead, she sat next to Zhengxin. Zhengxin must have taken the vibrator from between her legs and made her lick it... and the girl's slight resistance showed that she wasn't used to this kind of thing yet.

What kind of person is Zhengxin? Silent and reserved, he seemed to be only hinting at things to the girl through his eyes and gestures. Perhaps he was training the girl in the same way Mingqiang had trained me, but in a different way. Suddenly, I wondered… if he had been the one to train me from the beginning, would the outcome have been different…?

Mingqiang next to me was watching a basketball game. An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, sitting a few rows in front of Zhengxin and the girl, were discussing something I didn't quite understand. It seemed only Wenlong, sitting two rows behind Zhengxin, had noticed this scene, just like me. He slightly turned his body, watching Zhengxin and the girl's next move. We were both spying from different angles.

I saw Zhengxin approach the girl, reach out, and do something (his hand was blocked by the chair in front of him). The girl jumped slightly and let out a soft "Ouch!" Zhengxin's hand reappeared, tossing something into the aisle between the bus seats. The girl shyly swatted it under the seat with her foot, and I saw it—a bra. It seemed Zhengxin had slipped his hand under her clothes and expertly unhooked it in an instant. The girl's head drooped even lower, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with her eyelids.

Then, Zhengxin whispered something in her ear. The girl's eyes widened—

"No!"

Her sudden cry was heard by everyone in the bus. Everyone turned around except for Mingqiang, who was wearing headphones. The girl, realizing so many people were staring at her, quickly lowered her head; I could barely see the top of her head.

"Xiang Hui, you promised me," Zhengxin said.

"But...but..." the girl named Xiang Hui said.

"I told them not to look, okay?" Zheng Xin comforted Xiang Hui, then said to An An and Cheng Xiaojin, who had turned around and were watching with great interest, "You two turn around, I didn't tell you to look." In the basketball team, besides Ming Qiang, Zheng Xin was the most prestigious, so An An and Cheng Xiaojin turned around, although they clearly looked unhappy. Zheng Xin also told Wen Long, who was behind them, to sit to the side. He didn't order us girls around, probably thinking it was okay.

"Let's...let it go..." Xiang Hui said in a pleading tone.

"Be good, you've already promised me, you can't go back on your word." Zheng Xin said. There was no hint of lust in his words, but rather a gentle persuasion, even gentleness. Back then, Mingqiang seduced and trained me, going through similar steps that I found hard to resist. These wicked men made women feel that giving up their most precious bodies was an exciting and wonderful thing...

What exactly did Zhengxin want Xiang Hui to do? I was getting anxious. And An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, those two extremely lustful men, were obviously even more itchy. They stopped chatting and just listened carefully.

"Will you really like me like this?" Xiang Hui asked.

"This will only make me like you more," Zhengxin said.

"Then... okay... if Zhengxin thinks it's good..."

She took the bait, she gave in... I must have felt the same way she did.

Xiang Hui and Zhengxin switched places, and Xiang Hui went to the window. Xiang Hui stood up, facing the glass window. Only then did I realize she was considerably shorter than me, perhaps only about 1.52 or 1.53 meters tall. She looked out the window, her large eyes flickering with unease. After taking a deep breath, she suddenly grabbed the hem of her clothes and lifted it up. Because Zhengxin had just unhooked her bra, her breasts sprang out—

as a woman, I couldn't help but stare in disbelief—what a pair of youthful, vibrant, and undeniably voluptuous breasts! The terms "hibiscus," "white rabbit," and "jade" that people usually use seemed so pale and inappropriate in comparison to Xiang Hui's breasts. No metaphor could adequately describe her translucent, smooth, and delicate skin. It was as if a finger could linger on it for a moment, effortlessly gliding along its tender curves. No metaphor could describe the plumpness and fullness of her beautifully rounded breasts. You couldn't see a stiff "sphere," nor any awkward "papaya" or "chili pepper." The only word you could use was "Xiang Hui's unique breasts." Not to mention the dreamlike pink areolas and nipples… and, judging by size alone, perhaps in a year or two, they would surpass mine. Xiang Hui closed her eyes somewhat fearfully, her breasts rising and falling gently with her breath, her youthful allure and shyness perfectly blended together. If the dictionary were to include the entry for "baby face and big breasts" in the future, it would have to be accompanied by a picture of Xiang Hui.

I don't know how much time had passed—maybe only five seconds—when Xiang Hui suddenly screamed, pulled down her clothes, and shrank back into her seat. At that moment, I, who had been lost in thought, stunned by the beauty of her breasts, finally realized: she was exposing her precious breasts to the window, while outside the window were cars and pedestrians.

"Oh no, we were seen!" Xiang Hui exclaimed in alarm.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Zheng Xin hugged Xiang Hui and said.

"But it really is, someone really saw us... He was driving at about the same speed as us, and he turned around and stared..."

"What's the point if no one saw us at all?"

Zheng Xin continued to comfort Xiang Hui, trying to convince her that this was a very rare and important experience, something that would make him very happy and proud. It seems that Zheng Xin is different from people like An An and Cheng Xiaojin who forcefully conquer women with their sexual prowess. It's a good thing that Zheng Xin is often taciturn, because once he opens his mouth, it's too dangerous. I'm now an observer, so I can make a clear judgment. Simply put, he's similar to Ming Qiang in this respect, but there are also differences. Mingqiang's seductive words were usually accompanied by displays of male power and sexual attraction, but Zhengxin seemed to need nothing more than a mouth. If I were the one being seduced by Zhengxin's devilish words, I would definitely have already… Thinking of this, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Mingqiang beside me. He was still engrossed in watching the basketball game on his phone… I suddenly wished he would look in my direction… look, touch his stepmother…

Xiang Hui stood up again. Although her body was trembling, her hands gripped the hem of her clothes, as if she was making up her mind. After a moment of hesitation, she lifted her clothes again, revealing her youthful, enormous breasts that would drive men and women mad. She closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at anything outside the window. Perhaps due to the reflection, those outside might not be able to see her entire body clearly, but one can imagine that this hazy, sensual beauty would make those fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of it even more captivating. This might even cause a traffic accident!

"C-can you...can you stop now?" After about a minute, Xiang Hui asked tremulously. "Zhengxin?"

Zhengxin didn't answer, but instead moved closer, placing his hands on the inside of her thighs. Xiang Hui cried out, "Ouch!" Zhengxin's hands continued upwards, lifting her skirt and cupping her not-so-large, round, and cute buttocks, encased in red polka-dot panties. Zhengxin stuck out his tongue and, through the panties, licked her vulva.

Xiang Hui's entire body froze, and her hands, which had been lifting her clothes, fell back down. Because her clothes were rolled up above her breasts, they didn't fall down with them. Xiang Hui let out a soft moan. Zheng Xin suddenly pressed one hand against her back and pushed her forward, pressing her entire body against the glass window. No, because her distorted breasts became an obstacle, her abdomen didn't touch the glass window. Zheng Xin didn't stop attacking her entrance. Although it was unclear exactly how he was using his tongue on her, from the girl's rapid moans, one could feel that pleasure was gradually overwhelming her.

"No...no...someone's watching...ah, no...I'm so embarrassed..." Xiang Hui said, only making some weak and powerless resistance. Zhengxin stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick, long penis, and inserted it through the gap between Xiang Hui's polka-dot panties and her buttocks. Xiang Hui shuddered, her legs clamping together, and Zhengxin's penis was trapped in the narrow triangle formed between her inner thighs and her vulva.

"No! Not here..." Xiang Hui struggled, but Zhengxin held her down with his long, strong hands. "I want to be here," Zhengxin said to her, "Xiao Hui, you look especially beautiful like this." Then he lifted his body, and his penis seemed to actually touch Xiang Hui's vulva. The girl whimpered, weakly shaking her head from side to side, her breasts rubbing against the glass window, but her areolas and nipples remained mostly in place.

Zhengxin grabbed Xianghui's wrists with both hands and pulled her back, arching her back and raising her buttocks high. Then he adjusted his hips and thrust forward, and the girl let out a short moan that was both painful and pleasurable. He stopped, seemingly only the head of his penis entering. He then used the strength of his waist, increasing the pulling force of his hands, and his penis drove straight in, his abdomen pressing against the girl's buttocks.

"Ugh... Ugh...!" Xianghui let out a moan with a childlike voice and a hint of crying, echoing in the carriage. The atmosphere changed... Wenlong, sitting behind Zhengxin, and An'an and Cheng Xiaojin in front, all watched this scene intently, and Zhengxin did not stop them anymore. After all, any attempt to stop them was just for show.

"Ha, getting started?" The voice that came out was actually Liang Qing. I turned my head and saw her leaning her head against the back of the seat, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from her lips, watching the scene with great interest. And Zhong Caining next to her was... engrossed in reading. Yes, she still maintained the elegant demeanor of a well-bred young lady, her slender, white fingers lightly pressing on the slightly shiny pages, as if what was happening in the carriage wasn't sex, but a prank that wasn't worth disturbing her studies.

The reason I was able to see so clearly the scene of Zhengxin's penis vigorously penetrating Xiang Hui's body was because I had completely turned around and knelt on my seat. Wenlong, who was closest to them, stood up, his eyes gleaming strangely, and his right hand began to stroke his penis... In fact, my hands were also reaching towards my chest and crotch...

"Ugh... Ugh..." Xiang Hui kept biting her lip, trying to keep her moans from being too loud, which only intensified the allure of the scene before her. When Zhengxin first started having sex with her, there was no obvious sound, usually because her vagina was a little tight at first. But after about ten thrusts, gradually, a series of slapping sounds began to emanate from where their bodies were joined, an irresistible rhythm that gradually brought on the lustful desire. Ah, a tall, mature yet youthful high school boy was pressing a busty teenage girl—likely the dream girl of many boys—against the bus window, thrusting into her intimately and mercilessly… It was clear she was experiencing increasing pleasure; her pink tongue peeked out and touched her lower lip. He gradually increased his speed and force, his thick, long penis appearing and disappearing between her buttocks. It was evident his penis wasn't moving straight in, but rather seeking different angles during insertion and withdrawal, exploring and thoroughly ravaging the sailor-uniform-clad busty girl's honeypot… The girl's cheek was pressed against the window. Ah, so lewd, so wanton, so… I want to get closer to them, I want to see clearly, I want to smell the scent of their union, but my body won't move…

Ah! A hand was touching me, reaching under my sailor uniform, grabbing my large breasts, and pinching my nipples. It was Mingqiang! He was finally attracted, and his other hand reached under my skirt. The moment his fingers touched my labia, I felt a jolt, as if I'd been electrocuted.

"So wet?" he whispered in my ear. "You enjoy watching her get fucked? Xiaoxue's mom, looks like I've discovered another one of your hobbies."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his hand around, using his middle and ring fingers to part the fleshy opening hidden by my labia, finding the wet entrance, and then slowly, gradually increasing the pressure, he probed inside... Mingqiang's fingers, with a different feel than a penis, probed into my vagina, repeatedly opening and closing them as they went deeper. I could feel his fingertips, with their greater flexibility than a penis, pressing, opening up, and plundering the territory of pleasure within me.

"Ah... umm... come in a little more..." The sight of Xiang Hui being fucked gave me even richer visual stimulation, while also amplifying the intensity of my physical stimulation, making me quickly begin to shamelessly demand more. Perhaps it was because I had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, anticipating the lewd physical contact before even boarding this bus... so when this happened, I couldn't stop my own lust from erupting.

Ah, hearing my voice, An'an and Cheng Xiaojin both turned around to look... An'an revealed a lustful smile; he knew what had happened to me... How annoying, yet I still wanted to be watched... They were far away from me, and couldn't see anything except my raised head, so naturally they went back to admiring the spring scenery before them... Look at me too...

At this moment, Xiang Hui turned her head, and our eyes met. Ah, the big-breasted girl being fucked in her honey pot looked so lewd and alluring, her eyes seemed to have a few tears in them, and the flush on her cheeks represented both shame and the ever-growing lust, her slightly protruding pink tongue trembling slightly with the man's thrusts. For some reason, after our eyes met, they remained locked, unable to look away. She clearly understood that the man behind me was having sex with me in some way. Seeing another woman being violated while I was being violated myself was a first for me, and a strange, intense, and lewd feeling welled up inside me…

Men might become friends by discussing their sexual desire for women, because in that moment they expose their true selves. And women, perhaps, might also feel an ambiguous connection upon simultaneously discovering that the other is being had by a man. Isn't the quickest way to make people intimate to share pleasure? As for Xiang Hui and me, one of us was being fucked by Zheng Xin's penis, and the other was being fucked by Ming Qiang's fingers. Although we were eleven or twelve years apart in age, we both revealed our true nature as women, and our eyes were locked on each other, unable to look away.

"Ugh... Zheng Xin... Zheng Xin husband... husband fuck me, fuck little Hui Hui... husband fuck little Hui Hui inside..." It seemed that because of the eye contact with me, Xiang Hui was able to let go. She, who had only been moaning softly, even began to say lewd words full of provocative meaning. Hearing her say this, Zheng Xin obviously increased his speed and strength. The penis that had been deliberately looking for different insertion angles gradually became a simple straight in and out.

"There are people watching outside... watching you fuck me, husband... husband, do you like it when others watch Xiao Huihui being fucked by you...?"

"I like it, they like it too. The people outside must be hard-on too. They want to fuck your cunt like I do, Xiao Huihui. But there's a glass window between us, so they can only watch."

"Because they're not husbands. Xiao Huihui's breasts and cunt belong to Zhengxin husband... ahh, ooh ah umm...!"

Zhengxin's thrusting seemed to have reached its final stage, the entire carriage filled with the loud, lewd sounds of him slamming into Huihui's buttocks. And Mingqiang's fingers suddenly increased their pressure, pressing on the G-spot deep inside my cunt, his two fingers alternating in a tickling, digging motion. The intense pleasure made my mouth water and my eyes moist, as if flames were burning deep within my honeypot.

"Xiao Hui, I'm going to cum!" Zhengxin said. "Mmm... Husband, cum in me, Xiao Hui's pussy wants to drink your soy milk..." Xiang Hui, her lust reaching its peak, spoke in surprisingly vulgar language. After the most intense thrusts, Zhengxin's buttocks tightened, and he began to ejaculate—but I didn't see it, because I also lowered my head, my body trembling uncontrollably, facing the brink of climax with Mingqiang's relentless attack on my G-spot—it's

coming, it's coming! Ahh, it's so hot, right there, I can feel it, that tension that's about to erupt, that boundless, frenzied sexual desire surging, the internal orgasm gushing out from my G-spot—"Ahhh—!!" I cried out without restraint, I wanted everyone in the car to hear, to know that Mingqiang had brought me to orgasm with his fingers. "Waaah—!" That was Xiang Hui's cry, the last syllable carrying a heartbreakingly childlike pitifulness. It seemed she had also reached orgasm with the intrusion of Zhengxin's semen, and so the cries of pleasure from the two of us women intertwined.

Because Xiang Hui hadn't taken off her underwear, a large amount of white semen had smeared inside her underwear. Zhengxin didn't immediately pull out his penis, but instead fiddled with it inside her panties, continuing to squeeze out Xiang Hui's increasingly weak moans. I saw sticky semen overflowing from the edge of her panties, flowing down her thighs—proof that the large-breasted girl was being lewdly fucked…

Mingqiang pulled out his finger and put it in my mouth, making me lick his own semen. I sucked on his finger like it was a penis. Zhengxin finally pulled out his penis, and Xiang Hui slumped into the seat. Behind her, Wenlong rubbed his exposed penis, already very excited. Zhengxin and Wenlong exchanged glances, then Zhengxin said to Xiang Hui, "Xiao Hui, look, Wenlong's penis has become so hard because of you."

"Mmm… ah…" Xiang Hui responded weakly.

"It's all because you were so tempting just now. And An'an, Cheng Xiaojin, they all got hard because of you, and they really wanted to fuck you."

"Stop talking, I'm so embarrassed... I don't want to..."

"It's okay for you to be shy, the shyer you are, the more I like you. You're so tempting, just letting them watch will make them pent up. You promised me you'd try sleeping with other people, now's the perfect opportunity."

"If I sleep with other people, you won't like me anymore..."

"How could that be? You're not just sleeping with anyone, it's someone I approve of. I'll only like you more because you're obedient and willing to make me happy. Don't you want to make your favorite Zhengxin happy?"

"Waaah... but I'm so tired... hug me first..."

Xiang Hui didn't truly refuse, and Zhengxin's goal was about to be achieved. He hugged Xiang Hui tightly, kissing her cheek first, then her lips, and then playing with her nipple for a moment. "I know you're tired," he continued, "so it's good to have someone keep you company. Who do you want?"

"I'll do it!" said the impatient Cheng Xiaojin. "Damn, I'm all swollen up! Let me do it!"

Xiang Hui didn't turn her head, her eyes glancing left and right, only sweeping over An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, lingering on Wenlong for a moment. In less than three seconds, Zhengxin understood. He winked at Wenlong, got out of his seat, and let Wenlong fill his place. Wenlong helped Xiang Hui up, making her kneel on the chair with her buttocks raised high. He then began to fuck her from behind in a doggy-style position, squeezing her large breasts while slowly thrusting his penis inside. After only a short while, Xiang Hui began to moan again. Wenlong, not particularly handsome but with a muscular, tanned body, raping a young darling like Xiang Hui, presented a different kind of alluring scene.

"Damn!" Cheng Xiaojin looked in my direction. "Mingqiang, let me fuck her."

"Do you want him now?" Mingqiang asked me. I didn't answer, but like Xiang Hui, I made my choice with my eyes. "Okay, then go over there." Mingqiang understood and released my hand. I slowly walked over—towards Zhengxin. Yes, I wanted him. Having just witnessed his lewd tricks on Xiang Hui, I also longed, longed to pin this man down, to be possessed by him, to be played with… it was this very penis that made the girl abandon her innocent facade…

Zhengxin sat in the chair, his penis still sticky with semen and vaginal fluid after he had just finished with Xiang Hui. I walked towards him, passing An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, feeling the heat emanating from them, a heat of heightened lust that hadn't yet subsided, but they didn't touch me. It seemed that the other basketball players wouldn't dare to act rashly against the woman Mingqiang and Zhengxin had their eyes on without their permission.

On the other side, I could finally see clearly Wenqiang's large penis, with a noticeable bulge in the middle, thrusting into Xiang Hui's pink, full vagina. As he pulled out, he brought the glans to the entrance of her vagina. I noticed that the umbrella-shaped part of his glans was particularly wide and obvious. The recessed space formed between the "eaves" and the shaft vigorously rubbed against Xiang Hui's small labia, rubbing the mixture of Zheng Xin's semen residue and vaginal fluids outside her vaginal opening. Then, he thrust in hard with a thud, and a breathtaking moan seemed to escape from Xiang Hui's mouth with that push, permeating and dissipating into the air filled with the smell of sex. I've always felt that the genitals of men and women are most beautiful during intercourse, that mutual friction, stretching, changing the shape of the flesh to please the other...

I knelt before Zheng Xin and grasped his penis. Seeing an innocent young girl being violated nearby made me feel even more unable to restrain myself. And Zhengxin's penis was indeed quite beautiful, with a pungent, lewd smell… only slightly limp because it had just been used. I held it in my right palm like a precious treasure, and with wanton affection, pressed it against my face, wiping it from my left cheek across my lips to my right, spreading the lewd fluids across my face. In doing so, I carried the scent of his sexual intercourse with Xiang Hui. What I did was similar to how tribal warriors smear herbal juice on their faces to boost their fighting spirit—both were preparations for entering the battlefield. And a man's erect penis was my battlefield…

I started licking his penis, smearing saliva on it, and then sucking it in along with the existing fluid, making smacking sounds, while feeling the penis quickly return to its rock-hard state—

"No!" I suddenly heard Xiang Hui's voice. "Zhengxin's penis belongs to me… Stop licking… Waaah…"

It seemed that the sound of my licking had attracted her attention; she turned her head with some difficulty and saw what I was doing. That didn't stop me, and I think Zhengxin didn't want me to stop either, so I lifted my body slightly, cupped my heavy breasts, and placed them on the inside of his thighs, enveloping his testicles and part of his shaft in my breast flesh. My tongue also wrapped around and licked his penis and glans with even greater movements.

"No! Waaah—" Xiang Hui seemed to be stimulated even more, and began to twist her buttocks, trying to escape Wenlong's rape. But this twisting only gave Wenlong even greater pleasure, driving him to grab Xiang Hui's buttocks even harder and slap those tender buttocks flesh left and right. Xiang Hui's moans were a mixture of pleasure, the pain of being slapped, and the resentment of witnessing me licking her man's penis.

I wonder if her current feelings are the same as a man witnessing himself being cuckolded? From my experience as a woman, it's slightly different. When a man sees his girlfriend being raped, his first thought is of her body, and of his own will and dignity, all being violated. But when a woman discovers this, her primary feeling is that she has lost "love." Of course, there must first be "exclusive love," and Xiang Hui's affection for Zheng Xin is clearly very unusual. I don't want to possess Zheng Xin, but this feeling of "stealing someone else's love" still gives me a more mysterious pleasure, and my vagina is incredibly wet...

At this moment, Zheng Xin suddenly gets up and pulls his penis out of my mouth. What, does he not want Xiang Hui to see this?

No, not at all. He stands up, presses down on the back of the chair where Xiang Hui is kneeling, and pushes her down. To allow travelers to rest on long journeys, the chair backs were tilted back at about sixty degrees, so Xiang Hui's body tilted accordingly. Zheng Xin then pressed down the back of the chair next to him, and with his strong arms, grabbed my thighs from below, lifting me up and slamming me face down against the chair back.

"Ah!" The momentary pain made my heart race, which only excited me more. Now, I was almost pressed against Xiang Hui, who was being raped. I turned my head, and she looked at me with her eyes wide open, brimming with tears, biting her lip lightly, seemingly still unwilling to accept it. But from her trembling moans, as if enduring extreme cold, it was clear that what was now suppressing her mind and body was the tidal wave of pleasure.

My legs were originally hanging over the edge of the seat, but Zhengxin lifted them up and pressed them upwards, so that my vulva and both thighs formed a very lewd and uninhibited V-shape, with the inner sides of my legs almost pressed against my large breasts. I'm not particularly slim, and if I hadn't done a lot of stretching training for playing volleyball, I probably wouldn't be able to withstand this kind of torment. I looked down and saw Zhengxin's penis, fully erect, aimed at my most vulnerable, delicate, and secret place—the place I most loved to be touched by a man…

“You can’t do this to her! Waaah…you just fucked her, and now you’re fucking someone else—” Xiang Hui was still protesting.

“Xiao Hui, you’re being fucked by someone else right now.”

“But…but…! It was Zhengxin who made me do this…saying you like it, waaah—”

In this brief moment of argument, my lower body was already unbearably itchy. If my body hadn’t been held down, I probably would have moved down and actively wrapped my labia around Zhengxin’s glans. In an instant, I saw a hidden, smug smile on Zhengxin’s lips…I understood; he was teasing both Xiang Hui and me at the same time.

"Zhengxin, I, I want..." I said. "Give it to me..."

"No! You can't take his... Waaah..." Xiang Hui said.

"Zhengxin, fuck me, don't wait, hurry up, fuck me, with your big cock..."

"Waaah... No, I'll never listen to you again, Zhengxin, you big liar... Waaah..."

Zhengxin thrust his lower body forward, and the cock I had longed for slid smoothly into my very wet honey hole. Ahh, this is the feeling. Because of the longing, the inside of my vagina began to contract with anticipation before the glans even entered. Ahh—I stuck out my tongue, tilted my head back, and finally released the lewd moans that had been building up for so long. It didn't start when Mingqiang started fingering me, nor did it begin when I saw Zhengxin having sex with Xianghui. Rather, it started before I even got on the bus, even before I saw the vibrating egg cord on Xianghui's lower body. I was already craving that kind of lustful filling and satisfaction—Zhengxin started moving—

"Ah! Ahh...!" "Ugh...!" Our moans intertwined, surging forward like waves, each trying to outdo the other. I lay on my back, legs raised high, while the sixteen-year-old busty girl beside me knelt, her breasts bulging from her sides, enduring the abuse of Zhengxin and Wenlong's penises. The rhythm of their thrusts varied constantly; although it was the same act of fucking, the different "tools" produced different sounds. The only certainty was that no matter the angle or rhythm at which Xianghui and I were being penetrated, our vaginas, wet and wanton, with their inherent lewdness and feigned shyness, swallowed and released the penises we craved.

At that moment, my hazy eyes caught sight of another woman's naked body—the rebellious teenager Liang Qing. She took off her sailor uniform and walked over. Her figure was incredibly alluring, not like Xiang Hui's delicate, large-breasted girlhood, nor like mine as a seductive married woman, but rather refined and well-proportioned, without an ounce of excess fat, like a female aerobics instructor. Her small breasts were adorned with nipple rings, and her ribs, sides, thighs, and hands were covered in tattoos. Most striking was the word "crazy bitch" in cursive script arranged in two rows of arches on her abdomen.

"Having fun, huh?" she said, without a hint of shyness in her eyes. Then she knelt down next to Zhengxin, licking his constantly swaying testicles, and then licking the point where his penis met my vagina. This sudden, novel stimulation made my vagina tighten even more, and Zhengxin let out a pleasurable moan. After licking like this for a while, she stood up, wiped her tongue, which was covered in my vaginal fluid, with her hand, and then touched her own vulva with that same hand. I then noticed that there was a metal ring embedded in each of her labia minora. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of sexual awakening and adventures she had experienced.

She walked to a chair across the aisle from me, raised one leg high, and draped it over the back of the chair with remarkable flexibility, while the other leg remained upright. She slapped her buttocks and then said to the front of the carriage, "Mingqiang, let's have some fun."

Mingqiang walked over, his favorite penis erect, and stood next to Liang Qing. He glanced at me, and without a word, thrust his penis into Liang Qing's honey pot and began to pump. Soon, Liang Qing joined Xiang Hui and me in our moans, though our "style" was slightly different.

"Ah! Oh, that feels so good, I've wanted to do this with you for so long, ahh—it's so thick, you can go in a little more, fuck my pussy harder, oh oh, do you like fucking my big, horny pussy with the ring on? Don't be afraid to fuck it until it's broken, fuck it hard—"

I watched for a while, then turned my head and found that something had changed beside me—An An had come over, and actually pulled out her penis and put it into Xiang Hui's mouth. Zhengxin seemed to acquiesce, and Xianghui didn't resist much, but it was clear she was struggling. She had to open her mouth wide to accept the overly large penis. I could even see a rounded protrusion on her throat as the glans went in and out, appearing and disappearing... Watching this up close was incredibly stimulating. I witnessed a pure young girl's endless descent into lust... just like what I had experienced... When she got on the car with a vibrator inserted and exposed herself to the car window, Xianghui's sexual desire was still completely dependent on Zhengxin. But when she and I were being raped by different people at the same time, the possibility of crawling out of the abyss of lust disappeared forever. This has nothing to do with whether she personally agrees or not. Once it happened, and she didn't strongly object, the verdict was already decided: Xiang Hui, 16 years old, became a lewd girl.

There's nothing wrong with that... Xiang Hui, you'll understand, just like me, this is our posture, our big breasts, our honey pot, were developed and grew for this moment—all we should do is endure, no, not just endure, but moan and clench to please these men, to give them greater enjoyment, which is to satisfy our own lust... Seeing that An An

was also enjoying herself, Cheng Xiaojin finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked to Liang Qing, who was being fucked by Ming Qiang. He spread her buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed his beer bottle-sized penis, wanting to aim it at her anus and thrust it in. Unexpectedly, Liang Qing reached out and slapped his penis open.

"Cheng Gou, don't mess with me!" Liang Qing said unhappily. "How many times have I told you, if you dare touch me, I'll cut your penis off!"

"Why are you being so fierce! Look how hard I'm already, letting me fuck you won't hurt you! Cousin!"

What? So they are...

"Go fuck someone else! I don't do incest! Mingqiang, ignore him, again, mmm..."

So that's how it is. I suddenly understood even more why it was best not to expose my relationship with Mingqiang to people outside the basketball team. Liang Qing doesn't accept incest, and with her strong personality, if she knew I was Mingqiang's stepmother, she would definitely say something to disrupt the lewd atmosphere.

"Damn..." Cheng Xiaojin made a displeased expression, then, while stroking his penis, he glanced at me. "Okay, come here, my mouth is so wet, I want it, I want you to shove your penis into my mouth, grab my breasts hard, I want both my holes to smell of your cock..."

At this moment, Mingqiang suddenly hoisted Liang Qing up and quickly walked to the back of the carriage. There was a row of seats at the very back with a large window above it, covered by light green curtains. He pressed Liang Qing's body down, making her kneel on the seat, her breasts pressed against the curtains, and inserted his penis again. Liang Qing moaned again. Mingqiang glanced back, and Zhengxin and Wenlong understood. They picked me and Xiang Hui up. While I was still feeling uncomfortable from the brief emptiness in my vagina, I was already pressed against the curtains, just like Liang Qing. Xiang Hui was to my left.

With a soft "plop," Zheng Xin's penis plunged deep into my vagina again, and Xiang Hui let out a moan as she welcomed the penis's re-entry. I gripped the curtains tightly and opened my eyes—ah! I knew, I knew why Ming Qiang had suddenly led us to this back to be fucked. Actually, there were two large curtains alternating, and I happened to pull the gap in the middle open a little, seeing the scene outside.

Perhaps because of a red light, or perhaps because of a traffic jam, the bus had stopped! Behind the bus, several other vehicles were lined up, along with bicycles in the non-motorized vehicle lane, and pedestrians parked on the roadside. Several pairs of eyes, men and women… The thin curtains we were pressed against couldn't completely conceal the lewd acts taking place inside the bus; those outside could at least see some shadows and glimpses of our bodies through the gaps in the curtains. This was far more daring and erotic than Xiang Hui exposing her breasts while the bus was moving.

I saw the driver of the closest bus stick his head out of the side window, his eyes wide with disbelief. He wasn't looking in my direction, but rather at Xiang Hui. Xiang Hui was gripping the curtains tightly, and because of Wenlong's frenzied thrusting behind her, she had unconsciously pushed the curtains up slightly. From the outside, one could definitely see her fair, tender abdomen, her navel, and the way her slender waist trembled with each thrust.

Ahh, so stimulating! That man must be thinking, "Am I seeing things?" Perhaps others saw more, still not the whole picture, just fragments that fueled their endless lustful imaginations. Would they be unable to sleep at night, would they recall this scene and get an erection, masturbate, or would men begin to release their pent-up desires while embracing the women beside them?

Before I even realized the sinful thought, I had uncontrollably pulled the curtains in front of me open a crack—just a crack, nothing more. Anyone close enough could see the rounded line of my right breast pressed against the glass, but they couldn't see the nipple. If anyone wanted to see, this was the tiny bit I could offer them. Look at me, look at this tiny bit, and imagine behind the car window, a woman becoming a prisoner of a penis…

And so, the three of us, so different women, had our breasts pressed against the back window, being fucked by three men, like a scene from an adult film of group sex. The slight coolness on our nipples and the slight discomfort and fullness of our breasts being squeezed, our waists arching back in a seductive manner to please the men's penises, our buttocks twisting slightly uncontrollably—feeling the unique shape of that penis, from the glans inwards into the shaft, then expanding to the scrotum and testicles, that lewd and ferocious thing created for crushing and thrusting into a woman's vagina, gathering the most primal and impulsive power of a man's entire body. Snap, snap, the most lewd sounds, the tenderness being ruthlessly ravaged, the moans being released countless times, the wildness being bound and then whipped, it seemed as if the body was flying high into the sky while being able to hold tightly to the ground, it seemed as if even the pores of the skin buried under the pubic hair were trembling with pleasure—

the lewd cries of the three of us were completely intertwined, and it was almost impossible to tell who was who. Mmm, ahh, cock, fuck me, dick, fuck my cunt, husband, waaa baby, am I wet? Is it good to be fucked? I want more, so good, so comfortable, so horny, I love your big cock, harder, so inside, where did it go? Hurry up, spank my ass, grab my breasts, your cock is inside me, I want to be fucked every day, I'm going to die, I can't take it anymore, I love my husband's big cock so much, it hurts, no, more, waaaaah—

the car, the car, started moving. Those eyes that had participated in a strange voyeuristic ceremony began to drift away—

our three bodies went limp, sliding down onto the seats and the floor. The three men who raped us, along with An'an and Cheng Xiaojin who were masturbating while watching this scene, began to ejaculate on us. We were enveloped in a strong, fishy stench. I looked up and watched the white semen spurting out from the urethral openings of those penises, one spurt after another. Time seemed to slow down. The rain of semen, intertwined on my head and breasts, mingled with the men's moans, falling onto our hair, faces, mouths, necks, breasts, stomachs, thighs, pubic hair... We had no idea which part of our bodies would be covered in semen the next second, coming into contact with that familiar heat of our vaginas...

The three of us were pressed tightly together, an unconscious intimacy and embrace after being violated by the surging force. Just like men can go to prostitutes together, the three of us were being fucked simultaneously in the most extreme environment, so at that moment our bodies could only transmit warmth and tremors to each other, unable to separate. Liang Qing raised one leg, still touching herself, making moaning sounds. Xiang Hui's cheek was pressed against my shoulder, and looking at her, the most delicate, perhaps the most shocked, I couldn't help but feel an urge to kiss her, to lick the semen off her face. But I was too tired, and I didn't want to disturb her...

At that moment, I heard unusually clear footsteps in this erotic bus. I struggled to lift my head and saw Zhong Cai Ning approaching. Yes, I had almost forgotten, there was another woman. Could it be that she, who had remained unmoved and elegantly reading her books, had finally succumbed to temptation and was now ready to be baptized by the penises of these men?

She walked up to us. Strangely, not a single man touched her, not even the most powerful among them, Mingqiang and Zhengxin, who turned away to prevent their still-swollen penises from touching her body. Especially Zhengxin, the grandson of a school board member, who arranged this bus trip and had the authority to divide the carriage into two parts with black curtains to prevent the coach from disturbing his lewd acts, was actually avoiding a cheerleader... What was going on?

Zhong Caining gently lifted one foot, her foot leaving her shoe—those legs, encased in black stockings, were so long and beautiful. If you focused your gaze on her calves and slowly moved it upwards, you might even get the illusion that her legs had no limits. She lightly touched my labia with her toes, causing me to tremble for a moment before I withdrew my foot.

"Not bad. Try to get everything clean before parking, after all, we still need to get into someone else's school." After saying that, she turned around and walked back to her original seat.

Later, while tidying up, Mingqiang revealed some information to me that didn't help in understanding her true identity, but was still quite interesting: "She doesn't touch men."

(I) Semen on the Basketball Court

Another boring night. I looked at the ceiling, and the man I called my husband was working on me.

"Ah... wife, so good... do you like me fucking you... say you like it... I'm going to cum, wife, wife!"

So, my husband poured his thin semen into my body, and then he went limp and fell asleep. When he pulled his penis out, I didn't feel that sudden emptiness in my vagina. Looking at his overly pale, not fat but limp body, and his penis that was below average in size, I only felt empty. It was more interesting to watch the mosquitoes flying around on the ceiling.

My name is Qi Xue, I'm 28 years old. Because my mother urgently needed money for medical treatment, I married this man who had been pursuing me relentlessly. He's wealthy and dotes on me. I once imagined spending my life with him, maintaining a simple and warm little family, but a marriage without passion is indeed just a tomb. He's 42 years old this year. After having a child with his ex-wife, he had a tubal ligation, so he can safely ejaculate inside me, but this also eliminates the possibility of me having a child myself. Every night, he tries hard to make me happy, and to make himself happy, but I've never been satisfied, or even for a moment fully engaged.

I have long, wavy black hair, large, firm breasts, a smooth waist like jade, and a sexy, high-perched bottom. To anyone else, I'd be the kind of young woman who drives men crazy. But I don't want to appear sexually frustrated in front of strangers, so I usually dress conservatively. Even so, it doesn't stop those predatory men with a keen sense of smell. Once on the subway, a handsome, muscular man pressed his erect penis against my sexy buttocks, which were encased in a tight-fitting miniskirt. After getting off the train, he followed me. That day, I was almost ready to give myself to him, but a woman suddenly appeared, pulled him away, and called him "darling."

Strictly speaking, I don't actively seek out opportunities for infidelity. But recently, things have changed.

Around 8 pm that night, Fang Kai asked me out for coffee. Before I got married at 25, he was my boyfriend. Although he had a girlfriend, he still harbored resentment about me marrying another man.

"Xiaoxue, I still love you so much, I think about you every day." He said, handing me a box. I took it and opened it; inside was a dazzling gemstone necklace.

"Is this okay? You still have a girlfriend," I said.

"I'm not a man who cheats on his girlfriend. If you agree, I'll break up with her right away," he said.

Just then, Fang Kai suddenly made a "hmm" sound, and his expression changed.

Actually, I had done something wrong. I took off my shoes, lifted one foot, and placed it between his legs. Of course, all of this happened under the coffee table. My sole felt his erection; I hadn't touched it for years, and I seemed to have forgotten what it looked like.

"You're already cheating on him," I said to him, while rubbing his penis up and down through his pants with my sole.

"Xiaoxue... ah... ah..." He tried to suppress his moans.

Just then, the waiter came over. "Would you like a refill?" the waiter asked. With someone nearby, I played with Fang Kai's penis in his pants more vigorously and intensely with my soles and toes. Fang Kai blushed, and I found it extremely amusing, feeling a surge of excitement. The waiter, also a man, seemed to notice Fang Kai's expression, probably realizing I was doing something provocative. I deliberately lowered my body, creating a deep cleavage, and the waiter stared intently, almost forgetting he was there for a refill.

But this excitement was fleeting. The boss called the waiter away, and I lowered my legs.

"Xiaoxue, let's go to the hotel," Fang Kai said. He clearly couldn't hold back any longer; his underwear must be soaked.

Actually, at that moment, I kind of wanted to go with him. Playing with his penis with my toes reminded me of our wild and wanton days of sex. But at the same time, my phone vibrated; a new text message had arrived. I looked at it, and the message read:

"Want to watch me practice basketball? Get ready!"

I replied immediately.

"I'm coming right away! I won't be long."

So I stood up, coldly said "Bye-bye" to Fang Kai, and left. He stood up to try and stop me, but I ignored him completely. I thought to myself, "Sorry, I have more important things to do."

An hour later, I arrived at Yangkong High School's gymnasium to watch the school's basketball team practice. Most of the five basketball players were first- or second-year high school students, each tall and full of youthful energy and enviable vitality. I remember being a member of the women's volleyball team and even winning a national medal. Seeing them sweating it out on the basketball court now fills me with excitement. It's 9 PM now, and besides the basketball team members and me, there's no one else in the gymnasium. Students aren't allowed here at this time, but Mingqiang, the team captain, secretly got the key. They've always worked so hard; even stealing the key, they still train. Without that spirit, they wouldn't be such a popular team in national basketball competitions.

"Mom!" Captain Mingqiang called out to me from the stands. "Come here!"

Yes, 16-year-old Mingqiang is my stepson. I've been married to his father for three years, and he's my greatest source of happiness.

"I'm here!" I walked onto the basketball court.

"Come here." Mingqiang stood under the hoop. At 16, he was already 1.84 meters tall. Although he wasn't my biological son, I was still very proud of him. I was only 1.58 meters tall, and with my still youthful face, standing next to him, no one would ever guess that we were "mother and son."

"What do you want?" I stood in front of him, and he suddenly grabbed my shoulders, pulling my coat to the ground. Actually, that was the only decent outfit I was wearing at that moment. I had changed clothes as soon as I arrived at the gym, following Mingqiang's instructions to "prepare." Underneath the coat, all I could see was a dark purple lace semi-transparent bra and a thong, my body curves basically completely exposed. He grabbed my buttocks again, and I couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm," straightening my body upwards.

I have mature, slightly languid, long, wavy hair that cascades down, with a few strands, the most feminine, lying flat against my large breasts. My F-cup breasts are full, white, round, and elastic; they are so full that when I lower my arms, I can feel the flesh piled up on the inside of my arms. The moment my coat was removed, they trembled slightly, like milky white jelly, with delicate, shy nipples standing upright in the center of their light brown areolas, like tender buds. The silky, graceful curves from my waist to my thighs were like the most spontaneous yet exquisite work of a master nude painter—a stroke of unparalleled delicacy, naturally perfect, like a piece of jade with a layer of snow melted upon it. My buttocks were noticeably raised, as if unseen hands were cradling their bottoms, the curve between my buttocks exuding an air of lewdness and saturation. The thin line on the front of my thong barely concealed my vulva, and curly pubic hair peeked out from the side. Mingqiang's four basketball teammates were all stunned. Their basketball shorts were clearly beginning to show proud tents.

"Ugh!" I blushed, my face burning, and covered my face with my hands. I heard Mingqiang say, "You four, let's have a two-on-two match! We'll play in half-court and see who scores three points first. The winner gets to do whatever they want to my Xiaoxue's mom, and the rest of you can only watch!"

"Okay, I'll try first! Who wants to challenge me?" said Wenlong, who was a year older than Mingqiang. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with dark skin, and looked very burly. When playing basketball, his collisions would scare any of his teammates. "I'll play against you!" said An'an. He was the most handsome guy on the team, like an idol singer.

"How can you do that! Mingqiang, you're so mean! You can't do that to Mommy!" I playfully punched Mingqiang's chest. "Stop pretending, Xiaoxue's mom. Last time I showed you Wenlong's underwear picture, didn't you say you really wanted to see what's under those underwear?" Mingqiang said. Because of this, I turned to look at Wenlong. He was staring at me with desire, his athletic shorts sticking out very high and full. I guess that huge thing down there must scare away many inexperienced women.

"Don't get distracted, come on!" An'an said, starting to dribble. Wenlong moved his huge yet agile body against the much thinner An'an. Both of their penises were hard, which obviously affected their agility. I don't understand basketball very well, but I could see that Wenlong wanted to use his physical advantage to block and suppress An'an, while An'an used her agile footwork to deal with it. Meanwhile, the other two teammates on the sidelines, Zhengxin and Cheng Xiaojin, weren't paying any attention to the game between these two. Instead, they were staring at me with lust, rubbing their penises through my pants...

Although I said it wasn't right, watching Wenlong and An'an playing, I suddenly started to feel anticipation...

"Good!" With another sound of the basketball crossing the rim and landing, An'an shouted to declare victory. "Damn it!" Wenlong angrily kicked the basketball far away.

"Looks like An'an won with his speed and skill," Mingqiang said. "Xiaoxue's mom, his speed and skill aren't just limited to basketball. An'an, come here and collect your prize. Zhengxin, Cheng Xiaojin, it's your turn!"

Zhengxin and Cheng Xiaojin started their match, while An'an walked to my side. Mingqiang consciously released his grip on my hand and stepped back. Up close, An'an's face was incredibly handsome. This boy, seemingly from a girl's dream, was actually in the basketball court, his penis erect, lewdly staring at his classmate's stepmother... This was something the female students who admired him could never imagine.

No, his gaze wasn't entirely lewd; it held a captivating tenderness. He leaned close to my ear, breathing warmly as he whispered, "Qixue, you're so beautiful..." His hands gently cupped and kneaded my large breasts—oh my, I felt like a 28-year-old housewife entering a erotic dream I'd had in my teenage years, my whole body going limp. He took off his jersey and laid it on the ground for me, and I lay down without resistance.

"Don't be fooled by his looks, Xiaoxue's mom!" I heard Mingqiang say. "This guy is a notorious sex devil among all the girls in the grade! He has the face of an idol, but his behavior is completely different!"

I couldn't hear my stepson's words at all, only experiencing An'an's completely absorbed embrace and caresses. His tongue was longer and more flexible than most men's. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his tongue licking back and forth on my nipples. It felt as if two or three tongues were circling my nipples, gently and sensually rubbing and licking them... My nipples seemed to be electrocuted, and tiny bumps excitedly appeared on my areolas.

"So...so comfortable...ooh..." I moaned, involuntarily opening my eyes—ah! No wonder it felt different. An'an had undergone special body modifications; his tongue split in the middle into two branches—it was a snake's tongue! So he could use both halves of his tongue to attack from different directions and angles. And the part of his tongue that had split open was the inside of his tongue, which had been surgically cut open and then healed, and it had a very different feel from the outside. He further exploited this difference in touch, causing my nipples to erupt with a burst of colorful, stimulating pleasure, like fireworks…

“Do you like it?” An’an asked. “None of the girls at school who have kissed me can resist opening their little mouths down there.”

“Waaah, mmm… An’an, you’re so horny, so mean… Ahh…” My lower lip trembled from the teasing, my hands tightly clasped to my sides. I had never felt such intense pleasure just from teasing my nipples. Suddenly, An’an bent down, parted my legs, and let his tongue touch my already overflowing, honey-like vulva—

"Ah, ee-ee-woo~~~ Ah…!!" I immediately began to moan more intensely. Although I couldn't see him, I could feel him skillfully using his lips, the edges of his teeth, and his two tongues to play an incredibly rich and frightening yet exciting symphony of licking my labia majora, minora, clitoris, vaginal margins, and inside. His warm, slightly firm lips lightly and heavily scraped and licked the edges and inside of my labia, sometimes gently; sometimes he would hold my entire labia in his mouth, pressing his hot tongue against them, directly delivering the most humid breath into my honeypot; but what fascinated me most was his skillful use of his tongue to clamp my clitoris between his two lips, then rubbing it up and down, pressing it back and forth… It was terrifying, insane, that a 16 or 17-year-old boy possessed such oral skills—they were incredible! Then, he even used his fingers, inserting them into my honeypot, turning them inside out, rhythmically and forcefully pressing my G-spot in conjunction with his tongue's attack on my clitoris.

"Ahhh!~~~" I cried out in pleasure, tears streaming down my face from the intense stimulation. My hips arched upwards, my nipples rose high, and my thighs trembled uncontrollably—the heat and the trembling felt like an unbearable shaking on my lower body—I experienced my first orgasm, and my vaginal fluid gushed out, wetting my pubic hair and thighs. It was so shameful…

"You've already orgasmed?" An An wiped the vaginal fluid from her mouth. "Mingqiang, I never expected your stepmother to be so sensitive. But for a woman experiencing my genitals for the first time, it's quite impressive that she's lasted this long. Now it's your turn to make me happy, Xiaoxue."

My eyes were blurry with tears of pleasure, and I vaguely saw An'an take off his pants, revealing his smooth, erect penis, which was as pale as his skin. He had shaved all his pubic hair, but what truly caught my eye was the wing-like tattoos extending from the base of his penis in his groin area after the shaving. The sight before me, along with the snake-like tongues specially made for genital licking, made me understand why he was called a sex demon. How lustful and narcissistic he was, to have the tattoo artist give his penis a pair of angelic wings. It seems he thought his tongue and penis were messengers of God, like angels, bringing good tidings to young girls. Only, he worshipped the god of lust…

…and I, could only submit to such a deity, with no other choice. I crawled over like a bitch, grasped his penis, and eagerly shoved it into my mouth. Ah, a taste both strange and familiar—familiar because it was a man's penis, strange because it carried a sweet, lustful scent unique to An'an. Every time my mouth touched his penis, I truly felt that I was a 28-year-old woman completely captivated by lust. When my tongue tasted the fishy and salty flavor of the foreskin, and felt the unique firmness and just the right amount of elasticity of the penis, I couldn't resist...

I shamelessly licked the penis, making continuous wet sounds, while my fingers skillfully massaged An'an's testicles. Although I don't have a snake tongue, I'm still quite confident in my tongue skills. As my tongue licked and sucked with lewd love, An'an moaned.

"Qixue, you're great, mmm, Mingqiang, your stepmother is such a slut who knows how to suck dicks." The boy used a clear, idol-singer-like voice to utter such vulgar and obscene words, which greatly satisfied my self-esteem as a woman. Without realizing it, I was already passionately wiggling my plump, white buttocks, while An'an was playing with my breasts with her fingers, grabbing them in her hands, shaking them, and squeezing them.

"Why are you wiggling your butt? Do you want to be fucked?" An'an said.

"Ugh~~" I pretended to be shy and didn't answer, but just wiggled my buttocks even more.

"Heh! An'an, don't think you can have it all to yourself, I'm coming too!" It was Cheng Xiaojin who said this. Lost in lust, I could hardly hear the sounds around me, and I even forgot that Cheng Xiaojin was still fighting with Zhengxin to win the right to rape me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zhengxin standing there disappointed, while Cheng Xiaojin walked towards An'an and me.

"What do you want to do! I'm not done yet!" An'an said.

"Mingqiang never said he wanted to take turns fucking his Xiaoxue's mom. We could all go at once. Besides, why should I wait for you to finish? Mingqiang, don't you think?"

"Yeah," my stepson Mingqiang said. "Anyway, you two can fuck her tonight, however you want."

"Did you hear that! An'an, you can keep having your fun, but I can't hold back anymore! What's with all the foreplay and licking her cunt for so long? I don't like that stuff. When my dick's hard, I'll just fuck her!" As soon as

Cheng Xiaojin finished speaking, he took off his basketball shorts. Good heavens! His penis was the straightest I'd ever seen, without any curves, and incredibly thick. The glans wasn't open like a mushroom cap, but rather like a bullet, making the whole penis look like a wine bottle. A high school student with such a massive member.

"Xiaoxue's mom, you'd better get ready," Mingqiang said. "Cheng Xiaojin is probably the least considerate of the five of us when it comes to women. He's raped over ten girls and several teachers from our school, but they can't forget his taste afterward." "

What rape? The girl's dressed provocatively; she's clearly trying to seduce me into taking my dick and having sex with her," Cheng Xiaojin said, walking up behind me. Because I was still servicing An'an's delicious penis with my mouth, I couldn't turn around, but I vaguely sensed an imposing man behind me, radiating heat from his massive body. "There's enough water," Cheng Xiaojin said, "I'm coming!"

"Ah——————!" This, this, this is too, oh, too big, it just went in...! I, I wasn't mentally prepared, what is this, something like a heavy hammer poured into my honey hole. My honey hole, which had finally calmed down from the previous licking orgasm, and whose internal nerves had rested for a while, was instantly forcibly awakened again by the intrusion of this huge thing. I felt thousands upon thousands of pleasure trigger points on the walls of my vagina, frantically scattering and colliding under the pressure of Cheng Xiaojin's monstrous intrusion. A tidal wave of pleasure made me straighten up abruptly, my mouth spitting out An'an's penis. The second orgasm arrived; at that moment, my body convulsed, and my tongue involuntarily dangled outside.

Giving me no time to recover, An'an shoved his penis back into my throat, while Cheng Xiaojin simultaneously began vigorous thrusting. Ah, it's too, too intense. This feeling of being violently violated, this kind of blatant disregard for a woman's physical endurance, only focusing on the simplest methods of fucking, only caring about being as fast and as powerful as possible... Even if I were this man's girlfriend or wife, the feeling of sex every day would feel like being raped...

"Ugh—!" Because I had An'an's penis in my mouth, that was all I could make, and tears slid down onto An'an's penis. Every time Cheng Xiaojin pulled his penis out, I felt the tender flesh of my vagina turning outwards, only to be squeezed back in by his penis. My thighs were trembling uncontrollably, and I almost collapsed. An'an could only hold my head with his hands, like he was using a rubber doll, letting his penis go in and out deep into my throat.

"Damn, Mingqiang, your stepmother's cunt is so tight and wet! It's a top-notch cunt," Cheng Xiaojin said.

"Mingqiang, let Zhengxin and me have a turn too, how can we resist?" Wenlong said from the side. He and Zhengxin, who had also lost in the basketball game, could only stand by and watch, masturbating with their penises pulled out. Their gazes made me even more excited.

"No, we can't break the rules," Mingqiang said. "I'll accept my loss and wait for another chance. But I don't have to follow those rules," my stepson said, taking off his basketball shorts.

Ah, is my most adorable stepson, Mingqiang, going to have sex with his mother too? I saw Mingqiang's penis, the one I'm so obsessed with. Its perfectly shaped, slightly upturned curve was incredibly appetizing. The foreskin, which contracted and expanded slightly around the glans with the throbbing of the shaft, was extremely round and gleaming red. The glans, glistening with clear precum, was glistening with clear fluid. The thick and thin veins on the shaft seemed to display its power. A pair of full, swollen scrotums, paired with thick yet soft pure black pubic hair, everything seemed to be brimming with the most powerful passion and sexual desire of a man. Come on, Mingqiang, Mommy wants your cock—just like that day after I took a shower, when you forced me to give you a good pounding with your strong, beautiful cock, and then forced your way into my cunt, making your stepmother Xiaoxue fall into the abyss of lust—

"Cheng Xiaojin, go lie down under her." Mingqiang ordered, and Cheng Xiaojin did as he was told, changing his position and lying down under me, biting my nipples with his teeth as he fucked me.

"Xiaoxue's mom," Mingqiang said, "I want to fuck your asshole."

As soon as he finished speaking, I felt it—the touch of the perfect glans that I knew best and longed for every day, pressed against my anus, which was already wet with the juices of my cunt. He tentatively thrust forward, and I immediately felt an electric shock-like pleasure. Then he pulled back slightly, starting to build up his strength from his hips, slowly invading—

"It hurts! Waaaaah—no—uhhhhh—"

—At that moment, everything was blank, all was flesh, all was the humiliation and satisfaction of being possessed and penetrated. Ah, it's coming, it's coming. My most shameful place was swollen and separated. The second little hole slowly and irresistibly expanded. The sphincter and the penis formed a relationship of embracing and fighting. I wanted to cover it, but it hurt so much. Waaah, it hurts so much, but I still had to do it, for my beloved stepson Mingqiang, for the satisfaction of his penis and his pleasure. —At the same time, the flesh wall between my honey hole and anus became very thin. I was suddenly scared. I was so scared. Would it break? It was going to break. Ahhhh—

"Still just as tight, Mom. What I like most is the resilience of your two honey holes," Mingqiang said in a cold voice as he fucked me. "Aren't you wondering why we're practicing basketball right before our game?"

"It's a kind of practice, haha," Cheng Xiaojin said.

"That's right," Mingqiang said. "As the strongest high school basketball team, beating other schools is only the first step to victory. The second step is conquering the women from other schools to truly defeat and humiliate them. And you, Xiaoxue's mother, you are our best practice material: a physical tool for practicing cunnilingus, rape, and ejaculation."

At this moment, Zhengxin and Wenlong, who had been watching from the sidelines, seemed unable to hold back any longer and walked over to us. I involuntarily grabbed their penises and began to masturbate. With An An's delicious penis in my mouth, Cheng Xiaojin's huge penis in my honey hole, and Ming Qiang's perfect erotic penis deep in my anus, being played with by five penises at the same time was a first for me in my sexual life. Thrusting, pushing, licking, and biting filled the entire gymnasium with gurgling, slippery, and lewd sounds—ahhhhhhh…

“Mommy Xiaoxue, I want it—”

Yes, it was coming, I could feel it, the most lewd throbbing of the penis, the most powerful tide of lust about to erupt from deep within the testicles—

…

So hot, sticky, wet, and fishy—

…When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself lying there extremely weak, my body slippery from sweat, vaginal fluid, and semen. My hair, nose, mouth, neck, down to my breasts and abdomen, all felt sticky and slippery, undoubtedly covered in a large amount of semen. Between my almost numb legs, a warm flow was slowly seeping out. I slightly raised my head and coughed up a large amount of semen. As I slightly raised my upper body, the semen flowed like a stream, tracing the lewd curves of my large breasts and dripping from my nipples. This was me, Qi Xue, a 28-year-old housewife married to a husband with weak sexual ability for three years, completely releasing my desires…

“You don’t know it yourself, do you?” Cheng Xiaojin said. "You were absent-minded for about five minutes."

"Xiaoxue's mom," Mingqiang said, wiping his penis with a tissue, "Tomorrow we're taking the bus to another city for a competition. Will you come with us?"

I was too tired to speak, but I knew that I had just given the only answer with my lustful body... (II) The Seed of Lust

"Honey, Mingqiang is taking the bus to another city for a competition tomorrow. I plan to go with him to cheer him on." I said to my husband at the dinner table.

"What competition?" my husband asked, watching the news on TV while eating.

"The basketball league. If we win one more game, we can make it to the finals." I said.

"Oh."

My husband's reply was very indifferent, as if I were talking about something completely unrelated to him. His own son achieved such great results on the basketball court, yet he showed no reaction, only staring intently at the television screen. I glanced at Mingqiang; he was eating heartily, head down, with a very good appetite. He seemed to have become accustomed to his father's indifference.

The female reporter on the news was Zhou Fangxu, very beautiful and sexy, who had recently become famous after her shirt button popped open during a live broadcast, revealing her bra. My husband never missed a news story involving her. Was he watching so intently, or was he watching Zhou Fangxu? I knew I had no right to be jealous, but I was still unhappy. This incident, coupled with his indifference towards our son's life, made me feel that my husband didn't truly need a family from the bottom of his heart. He was simply a man in society, conforming to the rules of marriage and children, which is why he did what he did. What his wife and son thought was irrelevant to him. Or perhaps, once he earned more money, he'd also consider kicking me to the curb and marrying Zhou Fangxu?

After dinner, I was washing dishes in the kitchen when my husband walked through to the bathroom to check a faucet that wasn't working properly. Mingqiang walked behind me and said, "Mom, let me help you," then suddenly pressed against my back, cupping my breasts through my apron and starting to knead them, his fingers skillfully pressing against my nipples.

I shuddered, involuntarily suppressing the moan that naturally welled up from my throat. Mingqiang was going too far! His father was right behind that door. If he came out… no, if he just tilted his head back slightly, he'd see this. I instinctively reached out to push Mingqiang's hand away, but his hands, honed by years of basketball practice and brimming with power, remained completely still…

"Don't use this faucet yet. I'll call someone to fix it tomorrow," my husband said, emerging from the bathroom. My heart nearly stopped, but Mingqiang quickly moved away, standing beside me, pretending to help wash the dishes. "This kitchen is small; your mother shouldn't get in the way while doing housework," my husband said, walking out of the kitchen without even glancing at his son. Come to think of it, it was precisely because he paid no attention to his son's behavior that Mingqiang was able to frequently find opportunities to seduce me, gradually turning me into his sex slave.

But then again, if my husband were concerned about Mingqiang playing basketball, I would also be very troubled. After all, tomorrow I'm going to board the bus with Mingqiang, and an unpredictable erotic trip awaits me...

I suddenly felt a little guilty and wanted to make it up to my husband. That night, my husband and I were in bed, and I took the initiative, with a seductive smile, to pull down his underwear. His penis wasn't big, but his pubic hair was particularly thick, making his penis look like a poor little bird peeking out from a tangled thicket of grass. I put it in my mouth, savoring the texture of the foreskin's folds in its flaccid state, circling and teasing it with my tongue. To be honest, I just felt like I had a fleshy object in my mouth, nothing compared to the satisfaction I felt when Mingqiang and the other basketball players' penises were in my mouth. My husband started groaning, but surprisingly, he didn't get hard as quickly as usual.

I looked up at my husband; he seemed a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I've been playing golf with clients all day, I'm tired." He finished speaking, turned to the side, opened the bedside table, and took out a small box containing a few blue pills he occasionally used.

"Mom! Come help me!" Just then, his voice came from Mingqiang's bedroom. Our bedroom was separated from his by a living room, so a loud shout could be heard in both rooms.

"Your mother's busy!" my husband called out impatiently.

"I can't find something! I need to take it to the car tomorrow!" Mingqiang replied.

"I'll go check, I'll be right back." Although I felt a little guilty towards my husband, I really couldn't refuse my stepson's call. Wearing my pajamas, I added a jacket and left the bedroom. My husband sat on the bed, still clutching the small pill, hesitating whether to take it or not.

I walked through the living room, knocked on Mingqiang's bedroom door, and went in. This was the room of a boy who seemed to live only for basketball. The decorations everywhere were only basketball posters and jerseys. Apart from a few items related to schoolwork, the bookshelves were filled with basketball research materials, picture books, and biographies. Mingqiang, shirtless and wearing pajama bottoms, stood in front of me. The desk lamp behind him emitted a dim yet vibrant orange light, illuminating the boy's tall and alluring figure.

"What can't you find?" I asked.

"I was just saying," Mingqiang said. "Is Dad about to fuck you? Isn't it inappropriate for you to come over like this?"

"Ugh! I'm leaving if there's nothing else—"

I turned to leave, but Mingqiang suddenly reached out and closed the door, hugging me from behind. His penis was pressed against my butt crack, and then he pinched it with his hand, rubbing it back and forth on my buttocks like a windshield wiper on a sports car mirror. This contact immediately sent a faint tingling sensation throughout my entire body. "Don't rush off," he said, "Actually, there's nothing I'm looking for. I just want to play with you."

"Wife!" I heard my husband call out from the bedroom, perhaps the sound of Mingqiang closing the door had caught his attention. "Come back quickly!"

"Wait a minute!" Mingqiang actually answered loudly for me. "Mom's looking for something for me! Only she knows where it is!"

"That's not good, he'll be suspicious," I said, trying to keep my voice down, "and..."

"And what?" Mingqiang slipped a hand inside my underwear, touching the edge of my vulva. "I get it—and you're already wet. If we go back to his place, he'll definitely find out, right?"

"You know that, yet you still..." I could indeed feel the warmth and wetness of my vulva.

"Because you won't get wet for him. I know there's Vaseline in your bedside table, and every time he fucks you, a little goes a little away. But, Xiaoxue's mom," Mingqiang whispered in my ear, his hot breath making my ears burn and turn red, "if it were me, you'd get wet very quickly. In front of Dad, you're just a sex doll that doesn't produce its own juices, but in front of me..."

"Let me go back, please..." My heart was pounding so hard I was dizzy.

"Let you go back? You really want to? Don't worry about Dad, he'll fall asleep on his own in a bit. Turn around and sit by the door."

Mingqiang said this in a different tone. A commanding, unquestionable, yet alluring tone. I leaned against the door, slowly sliding down and obediently sitting on the floor. I looked up at the triangle protruding from the center of his pajama bottoms, and began to smell the unique, obscene scent of his penis. My breathing quickened, and my breasts swayed slightly up and down.

"What do you want me to do..." I asked, both afraid and expectant.

Mingqiang knelt in front of me. Because my body was almost limp, and he was so tall, even when he was kneeling, his penis was positioned directly in front of my chest. I knew what he was going to do. He reached out and grabbed the straps of my pajama top, pulling them apart—I felt the silk pajama top quickly rub against the surface of my large breasts, then scrape against my nipples, and slid down, revealing my full, perky, and tender F-cup breasts. Mingqiang pulled down his pants, revealing his thriving, intoxicatingly erect penis. Ever since I lost my virginity, I've been deeply fascinated by the intense sensation of being used by a man to masturbate me. In this dimly lit room, the sight of Mingqiang's penis and my large breasts facing each other created an atmosphere of secret, immoral, and lewdness.

"Wait... Ugh...!!"

Mingqiang wiped some of the fluid he'd just collected from my vagina onto his penis, then squeezed my breasts together from the sides, inserting his massive penis into the deep crevice between my breasts. His penis had relatively smooth skin, but it was incredibly hard, with many prominent veins, creating a burning friction sensation on the inside of my cleavage. He moved his hips back and forth, driving his merciless penis in and out of my cleavage. I could feel the glans, the shaft, penetrating from the bottom of my cleavage against my abdomen, carving a path through the tight crevice between my large breasts. Each time he reached his limit, the glans would touch my mouth.

To prevent my body from hitting the door behind me with each of Mingqiang's thrusts, I leaned forward as much as possible, bringing our bodies even closer together.

"Ugh, mmm... It's so hot, so hot, Mingqiang... Ahh..."

Ah, ah, Mingqiang is fucking my tits again, no matter how many times, even hundreds of times, I never get tired of it... The smell of his penis is overwhelming, I stick out my tongue and lick the glans, the slutty taste buds of a wanton woman, upon contact with the wonderful fishy smell of a man's penis, immediately rush to my brain... Penis, lick it, I want it, give it to me, give it to me... My tongue slides around the coronal sulcus of the glans, the tip of my tongue scrapes up and down the frenulum of the glans, I grasp it tightly with my hand, massage, squeeze Mingqiang's balls—my dearest Mingqiang, fuck your stepmother's tits that need fucking, ugh ugh ugh—

"Wife!"

It's husband! His shout startled me so much my heart nearly stopped, and I coughed up Mingqiang's penis.

"If you don't come back soon, I'm going to sleep!" he continued.

"You... if you're sleepy, go to sleep first!" I shouted back. At that moment, I had no way to give any other answer.

My husband didn't reply, but I thought I heard him grumble in complaint. What could I do? My breasts and mouth were still smelling of Mingqiang's penis, and my vagina was soaking wet. Should I crawl back to my husband's bed like this?

"Now no one will bother us, Xiaoxue's mother," Mingqiang said, bending down to pick me up. His strong arms encircled my body, as easily as cuddling a child, and then he tossed me onto his bed, looking at me with lustful eyes. No, this is too shameful. I suddenly felt embarrassed. I had only wanted to make my husband happy, how did it turn out like this? My stepson was staring at me with his large, erect penis, while his father remained in his bedroom, unaware of what had happened… Even if he knew, I couldn't leave…

But looking around, I suddenly felt at ease. This was Mingqiang's room, the room where we first broke the rules and had incestuous sex. From then on, every time Mingqiang fucked me in this room, no matter how intense the pleasure in my vagina was, I always felt a sense of security. After all, this was the first world Mingqiang and I shared. At any moment, I can clearly recall the beginning of this immoral and promiscuous affair…

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Although I've been married to my current husband for three years, I didn't meet Mingqiang in person until two years into our marriage. He had been studying in a small European country with excellent welfare benefits. As for why he suddenly returned, I asked my husband, but only received vague answers. And I didn't dare ask Mingqiang directly.

He was three months shy of his sixteenth birthday then, a bit shorter than he is now, about 1.78 meters tall, but he still surprised me. His relationship with his father had been cold ever since, and he rarely spoke to me. Also, for a while after he returned, he spoke with a strange foreign accent, which he gradually corrected. All of this made me feel that he wasn't my stepson, but a distant relative who caused me a lot of headaches and even made me a little afraid.

The ice between Mingqiang and me was broken by a very tragic event that I don't want to recall.

Initially, I married a man I didn't love because my mother urgently needed a large sum of money for medical treatment. But after two years of battling illness, a new grave for my mother was added next to my father's grave, which had stood for ten years. Those were the most painful days of my life; I felt as if the world was collapsing at me from all directions. I had lost both parents, and all that remained at home were my husband and stepson, whom I didn't love. To please my husband, I devoted myself to being a housewife, rarely contacting the outside world and losing many friends. It seemed impossible for me to have a complete and hopeful life.

And misfortune seemed unwilling to let me go.

One night after dinner, because my period was coming soon and I was short of sanitary napkins, I went to the convenience store alone. Because I was depressed, I kept my head down as I walked. Suddenly, I felt a crack, and my left hand touched something hard, followed by a sharp pain. Turning my head, I realized I'd bumped into the rearview mirror of a sports car parked on the side of the road. Because it wasn't a hard hit, the mirror wasn't damaged.

"Stop!" a gruff voice suddenly came from inside the car. "You hit my car and just walk away like nothing happened?" The car window rolled down, and I could vaguely see two burly-looking men inside. "Sorry!" I apologized quickly, a wave of fear washing over me , and hurried forward.

"That woman, she's like a zombie, not even looking where she's going," one man said. "Look at her swaying back and forth, her ass's pretty slutty..." I heard the other man say.

I quickened my pace, not looking back, practically running. Looking back now, perhaps my fear and escape only fueled their criminal desires. I heard them open the car door, followed by a series of rapid, heavy footsteps. They came incredibly fast. Just as I thought I should scream for help, a hand reached out from behind and covered my mouth. Two other hands, whose owners I couldn't tell, gripped my waist tightly and dragged me into a side alley!

"Help...help me..." I mumbled a weak cry for help. Before I was completely dragged into the alley, I saw two patrol officers chatting happily as they walked out from the corner across the street. They didn't notice me...

The hands that were holding me threw me roughly to the ground, and I cried out in pain. It was a dead end, with dim streetlights and old residential buildings on both sides. I looked up at the men in front of me—not two, but three. Their expressions, clothing, and tattoos all betrayed their thug status. The leader had two deep, old scars on his right cheek. He squatted down in front of me and pinched my cheek hard with his right hand, the pain bringing tears to my eyes.

"You hit my new car! Walking so fast, are you rushing home to serve your husband? You slut!"

He released his grip, and I tasted the sweetness of blood in my mouth. He had pinched too hard, and my teeth had pierced the inside of my lip. Already feeling depressed, I was now completely overwhelmed by fear. "Please, please let me go, take all of this..." I pulled out my wallet with trembling hands.

"Do you think I'm a beggar, you slut!" The leader stood up and kicked my right hand, sending my wallet flying. My hand was so painful I couldn't move it, as if my metacarpal bones were shattered.

Behind him, a fat man kicked open my shopping bag that had fallen to the ground and peered inside. "Brother Zhuang, she bought sanitary napkins," he said to the leader. "Looks like she's on her period, or about to, so we can just cum inside her."

"Take off your clothes and show us your breasts," said the leader, called Brother Zhuang.

"No...no! Please!" I looked up and saw an open window on the third floor of the apartment building next door, and someone seemed to be peeking out. I shouted upwards. "Help! Help—uh!"

Another of Zhuang's henchmen rushed up and slapped me across the face, making my vision go black and my cheek feel like it had been burned by hot coals. Zhuang looked up and shouted, "Mind your own business! Or I'll come and deal with you later!" And so, the open window, my only hope for help, was shut down...

The henchman who hit me ripped my clothes off with all his might, exposing my breasts inside my purple bra. I looked down and saw blood from my bitten mouth slowly flowing down my neck and onto my breasts. The way those three thugs looked at me immediately changed…

“Zhang Liu,” Zhuang Ge said to the thug who had torn my clothes, “you fuck this bitch’s mouth first, wipe all the blood out of her mouth.”

“Yes, sir!” Zhang Liu, panting with desire, immediately stood up, unzipped his pants, revealing his semi-erect but gradually growing penis, and moved it toward my mouth. “No! Let me go—” I was already terrified, tears streaming down my face, screaming and shaking my head violently.

“Behave yourself!” The fat guy rushed up and kicked me hard in the stomach. I felt like my internal organs had been hollowed out, the pain making it hard to breathe. Through my tear-filled eyes, I vaguely saw Brother Zhuang slap Fatty across the face, saying, "Idiot! Why did you hit so hard! I don't want to rape a corpse!" Fatty lowered his head and apologized, "Sorry, boss!"

Their conflict did nothing to slow down the torture I was about to endure. Zhang Liu grabbed my hair with one hand and his penis with the other, shoving it into my mouth without any regard for my condition. He started twisting his hips, letting his penis churn wildly in my mouth...

"Oh! So good!" Zhang Liu shouted. "Bitch, does it taste good? I haven't showered for two days, and I fucked another woman yesterday. How does my cock, smelling of urine and cunt, taste?"

Ugh, ahh, it's so disgusting. A strange man's cock smelling of urine, the strong odor hit my nose, it's inside, down my throat... thrusting, rubbing, churning... the big glans is pressing on my tongue, my lips hurt so much... my vision is blurry, I can't see anything, I can only vaguely see a dark mass... it's his pubic hair, it smells so bad. He raped my mouth, his pubic hair is rubbing against my face, my tears and saliva have soaked his pubic hair...

"Damn! Ahh! I'm going to cum—"

Zhang Liu groaned, then his penis trembled, pouring five or six waves of hot, pungent semen into my mouth... Ugh... He pushed his penis as deep as possible, ejaculating, my nose buried in his pubic hair... He pulled back, and his penis "popped" out of my tired mouth. I lowered my head and coughed up the semen, a thick, whitish liquid mixed with streaks of blood… My heart was still pounding, but it seemed irrelevant now. Looking at the pool of red and white fluid, a strange, sharp ringing sound filled my ears… Was this… rape, being forced to suck a stinky cock…? This was humiliation…

“Haha, looks like you shot too much, it's all coming out of her nose,” Zhang Liu said. “Brother Zhuang, look! I used my semen to wash the blood out of this filthy bitch’s mouth.” “You slut

,” Brother Zhuang said, “don’t waste the semen, catch it with your hands and smear it on your fat, horny tits.”

I did as I was told, catching the blood-tinged semen from my mouth with both hands, smearing it all over my hands, and then reaching inside my bra to rub it... Why did I do that? I don't know, I've lost the ability to think. As long as they let me go… I'll do whatever they say… They're men who bully and oppress me with their strength and penises. I'm a woman with almost no family or friends… So be it. Their eyes gleam with excitement, each one with an erect penis. If this is my fate, then I'll accept it… My breasts are slick with blood-tinged semen, my skin like a grotesque painting, chaotic white and red swirling lines… Ahh, my nipples are erect. If they like it… As long as they're willing to let me go, I'll please them. Just please don't hit me anymore, I can't bear the pain… Anyway, my life is hopeless. They can gang rape me, I won't resist anymore…

"Brother Zhuang," Zhang Liu said while continuing to rub his penis. "This woman is incredibly horny!"

"Fatty, you fuck her now. After you're done, take her back to the hotel, wash her up, and then I'll play with her," Brother Zhuang said.

"Thanks, Brother Zhuang!" Fatty said, walking up to me with his fat thighs, shoving me down, then pulling down his pants and pressing his fleshy body against me, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. He used his round, short hands to spread my thighs and pull down my underwear. His breath, reeking of alcohol, was slurring near my ear. I couldn't see it, but I could feel something hard and thick protruding from beneath the layers of fat on his stomach, pressing against my opening.

The fat man licked my face with his tongue and forced a French kiss on me. Luckily, I was a little out of it, or I would have been nauseous. He grabbed my breasts, clumsily and forcefully pinching and pulling at my nipples, rubbing and twisting them. I groaned in pain. "Feeling good, huh? You're already moaning? You'll feel even better when I'm inside you!" the fat man yelled, then thrust his hips forward. I felt him crush me like a tank made of piled-up fat, and his penis slid into my vagina with a whoosh.

"Ahhh! This slut is so tight! So good! Her tits are bouncing so much from being fucked, it's so tempting! I'm going to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you to death!" The fat man lifted my legs up, trying to put them on his shoulders to fuck me. But his flesh was just too thick, and at 1.58 meters tall, I didn't have long legs, so I could only put them on his fat belly, and they were spread wide apart, making my inner thighs feel like they were being torn apart. While he was fucking me, he took off my high heels and rubbed his feet against his nipples. I couldn't hear the squelching sounds of fucking, I could only hear the sound of his fat belly hitting my thighs.

With a gurgling sound, followed by rapid, panting breaths, and finally a long "Ah—", he ejaculated his hot semen into my vagina. He must have felt so good, his belly bulging as he leaned forward… The fat man grabbed my hair and shoved his slick penis into my mouth. I didn't lick it actively; I just let his stinky cock swirl around in my mouth like a toothbrush, mixing my vaginal fluids and semen everywhere. My mouth felt salty, fishy, and sore. Ah, this fleshy ball with a penis, have I become a man's sex toy…?

"Phew! That felt amazing!" the fat man said, standing up. "Brother Zhuang, shall we take her to a hotel now?"

"You slut," Brother Zhuang said, looking at me. "Sit up, pry her open with your hands, let the semen flow out. Fatty, shove your cock into her cunt again. Zhang Liu, take a picture like this as a souvenir."

I saw Zhang Liu take out his phone to take a picture, and Fatty shoved his cock into my mouth again, from the side, like a sausage lying horizontally in my mouth, pushing up my left cheek. I was completely powerless and delirious. It wasn't so much the sexual pleasure as the unexpected rape ordeal. My whole being, body and mind, was being tormented beyond reproach. My "reason" and "will" had been crushed by the most primal forces of violence and sex. So I did as she said, sitting with my legs apart, my hands slowly moving down, gliding over my breasts stained with semen and blood, over my still heaving lower abdomen, until they pressed against my labia, gently parting them to the left and right. I looked down, and the cloudy white semen slowly flowed out of my vagina, the thinner edges still carrying some bubbles. I heard the sound of a phone taking pictures; this scene had become data, permanently etched in my memory. My forced lewd appearance… I felt something inside me, something very important, being carried away by this semen, flowing out with it, never to return… Anyone who saw this would think I was a shameless slut…

“Brother Zhuang, all done!” Zhang Liu said.

"Okay, take her to the hotel and let her stay a few more days," Zhuang said.

"What are you looking at? Get lost!" I suddenly heard Zhang Liu's roar.

"You brat, mind your own business and go home to drink your milk!" Then came Zhuang's voice.

Someone's coming? ...Can I...call for help?

I opened my blurry eyes wide—ah!! It was my stepson, Mingqiang, standing not far behind Zhuang. Although it was a bit cold, he was only wearing a basketball jersey and shorts, as if he had just come back from practice. Because of the darkness, I couldn't make out his expression, but he undoubtedly saw me—my stepmother, who should have been building a warm family with him and his father, with a lewd fat man's penis in my mouth, my vagina spread open, letting semen flow out…

“No—! Don't!! Don't look!!” Stimulated by this, my reason suddenly returned. I spat out the fat man's penis, immediately put my legs together, and tried to stand up.

“Fuck you! You bit me!” The fat man suddenly howled in pain. When I spat out his penis, my teeth grazed each other. His huge hand swung out suddenly, hitting me so hard that my vision went black, and I collapsed to the ground.

“Oh? It seems you two have some special relationship?” I heard Brother Zhuang say. "Lovers? Or siblings? How about it, wanna get involved—"

Then, I heard several violent blows and a man's screams. "Brother Zhuang!" Zhang Liu shouted, followed by more blows and Zhang Liu's painful howls. "Damn it! Don't come any closer!" the fat man yelled, then I heard punches, vomiting, and finally the dull thud of a massive body hitting the ground.

My vision returned, and I struggled to my feet, seeing the three thugs lying motionless on the ground. Ming Qiang pulled out his phone's memory card, slammed it to the ground, and stomped on it. Then he walked towards me, and for some reason, I felt a little scared and shrank back. He picked up my clothes from the ground, threw them at me, and said, "Put them on," then turned his back.

I shakily put on my clothes, my whole body aching, and it was a slow process. I stood up and said, "I...I'm all better. Shall we...go back?"

Mingqiang turned around. "No, how can we let Dad see you like this?" He walked over, grabbed my arm, and pulled me forward. I looked around. Fatty was lying on his back, his nose a bloody mess. Zhang Liu was face down, clutching his stomach in pain, blood and vomit mixed around his mouth. Zhuang Ge was also lying on the ground, one hand pressed against the back of his head, his hand stained with blood. Was Mingqiang really that powerful? I looked at his muscular arms; those were the arms that had saved me from further humiliation…

As we walked past Zhuang Ge, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Ming Qiang's ankle, startling me.

"You brat!" Zhuang Ge said with difficulty, raising his head. "Don't think this is the end of it…" "

Step on him," Ming Qiang said. "Huh?" I didn't react. "I said, step on him. Don't be afraid," Ming Qiang added.

I hesitated for a moment, then raised my high-heeled foot and stomped hard on Zhuang Ge's back, making a crunching sound. Zhuang Ge screamed, releasing his grip on Ming Qiang, who then led me forward. Although this couldn't make up for the pain of being humiliated by them, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction: this boss was pretty miserable too, not only did he fail to get to me personally, but he also got beaten up.

"Let's tidy up first before going home," Mingqiang said. He took me to an inconspicuous hotel and booked a room. The receptionist looked at us strangely, probably because of how dirty I looked. Once inside the room, I instantly felt safe. I was completely exhausted and collapsed onto the bed.

"Go take a shower. I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back later," Mingqiang said, and left without waiting for my reply. So I dragged my still weak body to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and repeatedly rinsed myself. I parted my labia, brought the showerhead close, and endured the burning and pain, letting the hot water wash over my vulva at close range. Is it clean? It seems clean, but then again, it seems like there's still something... Everything that happened tonight suddenly flashed cruelly through my mind. I slowly slid down and sat on the bathroom floor, starting to cry... After

crying myself to sleep and finishing showering, I lay naked on the bed, wrapped myself in the blanket, and quickly fell asleep.

When I groggily woke up, I felt something soft gently touching my body... It felt like it was on my breasts, tickling, sob sob... I opened my eyes, and at first I thought it was Mingqiang touching my breasts with his fingers, and my heart skipped a beat. But upon closer inspection, I realized he was applying medicine to my breasts with cotton swabs. There were several scratches on my breasts, and he lifted the blanket covering me a little, revealing the upper half of my breasts, and carefully applied the medicine to the wounds. Suddenly, my face turned bright red.

"You're awake?" Mingqiang said, without looking up at me. "I just went to a 24-hour pharmacy."

"It's, it's okay...it's not serious..."

He didn't answer me, threw the cotton swab into the trash can, took out a new one from a box beside him, and another box of powder, which seemed to be a different kind. He dipped the new cotton swab in the powder, suddenly moved closer to me, and gently pinched my injured lip with one hand, starting to apply medicine to the wound inside my lip. He was so focused, his eyes fixed only on the cotton swab and my wound… He was so close, I could already smell his scent, my stepson, the one who saved me and took such good care of me, that irresistible masculine aroma… I let out a soft “ah,” my mouth started to water, my heart raced, my body became sensitive, and I could feel the soft blanket gently rubbing against my nipples… I, I wanted…

“That’s enough,” Mingqiang said, dropping the cotton swab. “I also bought emergency contraception, do you want to take it?”

“No, no need! I’ll be right there—” I swallowed the words “my period” that were about to come out. Discussing these things with my stepson suddenly made me feel incredibly ashamed.

"Anyway, I'll leave it in this bag. Eat it if you want. It's almost eleven now, I'm going back first. You rest a bit more, but remember to call your dad, just make up an excuse." "

Wait a minute—"

Mingqiang didn't respond, opened the door and walked out, slamming it shut behind him. As the echo of the closing door reverberated in the room, I felt a void in my heart... From that moment on, I knew I would never look at Mingqiang the same way I used to. Because of the previous coldness in our relationship, the concept of "stepson" hadn't been deeply ingrained in my mind. The first time I truly knew him was as a "man"... But what happened later proved that the overlap between the identities of "stepson" and "man" completely pulled me into a vortex of infatuation with him...

From then on, I began to intentionally or unintentionally seduce him, and his responses to me were often uncertain.

For example, when I was taking a shower, I deliberately opened the door a crack and let him hand me my clothes. He didn't peek, but when he handed me the clothes, he definitely touched my hand.

For example, he was watching a basketball game on his computer in the bedroom, and I was wearing clothes that showed off my cleavage when I went to bring him coffee. He made me sit on the bed next to him, and after he finished drinking the coffee, he took the cup away, but he never looked at me.

For example, when we were on a very crowded bus, he pressed me against the corner, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest, my breath hot against his skin, but he was only staring at the phone screen in his right hand…

Gradually, I started thinking about him all the time, wanting to hug him, wanting to kiss him, wanting him to have sex with me, to hold me tight and thrust into me hard, to fuck my mouth, to fuck my vagina… I even couldn't sleep at night in my husband's bed thinking about him, and started masturbating…

Finally, six months later, three months after his sixteenth birthday, my husband wasn't home that day, and I was in his bedroom—I remember that scene clearly—

"Ah! Ahhh! Mingqiang, ohhh, fuck me—harder—"

I lay on Mingqiang's bed, moaning and screaming wildly. My wavy black hair was disheveled, and the sheer, sexy lingerie that best accentuated my beautiful, slightly voluptuous figure was torn in several places. My legs, clad in black stockings, were raised high, my toes stiffened by intense pleasure. My mouth and breasts were covered with the semen left by Mingqiang after he had fucked my mouth and given me a blowjob. Mingqiang's strong hands each squeezed one of my large, white breasts, and his waist moved rapidly back and forth. His extremely sexy abs and V-line led directly to the thick, hard penis that was thrusting into my honey hole under his thick pubic hair. The sizzling sound was simply the most beautiful music in the world; I could only match it with the most unrestrained moans.

Suddenly, Mingqiang pulled out his penis, slapped my thigh, and then lay down on the bed. I understood, climbed on top of him, grasped his now slippery penis with my right hand, and slowly sat down, lifting my buttocks until he inserted it. Because it was too long, I couldn't swallow it all at once, making it inconvenient to go straight up and down. So I leaned forward slightly, creating a small angle between his penis and my vagina, and then began to rock back and forth. Mingqiang squeezed my buttocks with both hands, applying force together. The feeling of that thick, hot, cylindrical penis thrusting in and out of my honeypot was incredibly satisfying. I was focused on making Mingqiang feel good, so I tried to clench my vaginal muscles as tightly as possible. However, Mingqiang's penis was too strong; not only could I not clench, but it also caused an even stronger pulling sensation on my vaginal walls, triggering extreme pleasure.

"Tell me, who are you?" Mingqiang said as he fucked me.

"I...I am...I am housewife Qixue..."

"No, who are you?"

"I...I am...Mingqiang's mother! Waaah, mmm—"

"Then what are you doing?"

"I...I'm on top of Mingqiang...waaah...fucking Mingqiang's penis! My son's big penis is penetrating my vagina! Mmm—"

"Little Xue's mother, you slut, Little Xue's mother, you like Mingqiang's penis, don't you? His big penis is pressing against your cervix, you want more, don't you? Hmm?"

"Mmm—yes—so good—fuck me hard—fuck me, I'm yours, my tits and my cunt, everything I have is yours, fuck me, oh my, big cock son, you are Xiaoxue's slutty cock son, mmm ah—so comfortable—"

With a shudder of his cock, a large amount of hot semen spurted out. Mingqiang tightly gripped my buttocks and shot six or seven times in a row, each time hitting my cervix, bringing me to the most lewd and supreme orgasm... The already sticky honey hole began to spasm uncontrollably, the vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing, tightly gripping Mingqiang's cock and squeezing out the last drop of semen. So after shooting three more times, Mingqiang finally took his cock out.

I collapsed, my head resting right next to Mingqiang's penis. I took it into my mouth and licked it, then licked up the base of his penis all the way to his navel, collecting all the semen that flowed back onto him, swallowing every last drop. It was so heavy, so salty, but so delicious… I nestled against Mingqiang's arm, looking at him with loving eyes…

“Xiaoxue's mom, you're even more horny than I imagined,” he suddenly said.

“Don't be so direct!” I blushed again.

“But I can be even more horny, even more lewd,” he said, “Are you willing?”

“For you, I'd do anything… Waaah…” I couldn't finish my sentence because he started playing with my clitoris with his fingers. Although we kept talking about lust, my heart was filled with happiness...

From then on, we went further and further down the path of lust and incest. Whatever he suggested, I would always comply. If it was something I couldn't immediately adapt to, like group sex, he would gradually guide me. Looking back now, it seems like I initially seduced him, but actually, he was using very sophisticated techniques to seduce me. His crazy sexual ideas and his level of skill were unimaginable for a sixteen-year-old. Although he seemed very precocious, I sometimes wondered if he had experienced something unusual during his years studying in Europe.

However, these questions were ultimately unimportant to me. It was Mingqiang's sexual training that rescued me from the abyss of despair and gave me hope for life. I secretly took short-acting birth control pills every day, eagerly anticipating what Mingqiang's ideas would be (because my husband had his vas deferens ligated, and my taking the pills might arouse suspicion, so I kept it a secret from him). Thinking back to the day I was raped, I only feel fear; I never want to experience that again. But if Mingqiang asked me to play a similar rape-like game with someone I didn't know, I would definitely be able to fully immerse myself and enjoy it. This is the difference between "sexual violence" and "sex." Like SM enthusiasts, they trust that the other person won't "violate the other person's will and cause harm," and they have "safe words," which is why they genuinely enjoy things that seem terrifying.

My growing relationship with Mingqiang (to the point of becoming one with him) also distanced us further from his father. I wasn't entirely without guilt about this, but it seemed like an unsolvable problem...

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After being fucked twice by Mingqiang, I returned to my husband's bedroom. He was indeed asleep. There were two wads of toilet paper on the floor. I picked them up and smelled them; they smelled of semen. My husband used to masturbate, but he always threw the tissues in the trash afterward. This time, he threw them on the floor—was he trying to subtly express his dissatisfaction with me?

However, this incident didn't really affect my mood. The next morning, I still excitedly dressed up, packed my luggage, and followed Mingqiang to the outside of the gymnasium. An 18-seat minibus was waiting for us; it was provided by the school specifically for the basketball team. Besides the team, manager, coach, and assistants, the cheerleaders also went. Mingqiang had promised me that, apart from the team members who had already slept with me, he didn't intend to let anyone else know about my "stepmother" status, and the team members also promised to keep it a secret. My role was that of an "assistant," of course, only in name.

Three female high school cheerleaders boarded the bus before me. They were full of youthful energy, chattering incessantly. Their sailor uniform skirts were very short; if they were slightly lifted, their underwear would be visible, as if they had been specially modified. And I glimpsed that under a girl's skirt, where her vulva should be, a vibrating egg cord was hanging... (Part Three) Inside the carriage, flesh intertwined.

This 18-seat bus had two doors, one at the front and one at the back. Following Mingqiang's instructions, I followed three girls in sailor uniforms and boarded from the back. As soon as I entered the carriage, I saw a thick black curtain dividing the carriage into two parts.

"Not everyone can come in from this side of the curtain," Mingqiang said to me, standing next to the curtain. I only needed to glance around to understand what he meant. In this second half of the carriage, there were only five basketball players, three cheerleaders, and me.

"I'm coming in! I have something to announce," a voice came from the other side of the curtain. "Come in," Mingqiang said. Then the curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man entered. I had seen him before; he was Coach Zhang from the basketball team.

"It's ten o'clock now. We expect to arrive at Qiguang High School in Donghai City around noon," the coach said. "After we arrive, you'll have lunch, and then you can rest in the dormitories arranged by Qiguang High School. However, you must get up at four o'clock in the afternoon to do some warm-up exercises. The game will officially begin at 5:15 PM. Do you all understand?"

The team members responded sparsely. The coach didn't seem to care, and lifted the curtain to return to the front of the carriage.

"How about this...?" I said. "Dividing it into front and back, etc..."

"It's okay, it's all thanks to Zhengxin," Mingqiang said.

Zhengxin sat in the last row, head down, playing on his phone. He was the grandson of the school board member, providing the basketball team with many conveniences. As a student with a special status, he strangely became the most taciturn person among the basketball team members.

"The bus is about to leave, sit down," Mingqiang said, sitting in a seat closer to him. A moment later, the bus started. I naturally sat down next to him, and looked back. An'an, three rows behind me, had her head resting on the seat in front of her, showing me her tongue and deliberately making "snip" sounds. I quickly turned my head back and began to observe the three unfamiliar cheerleading girls.

"Hey!" Cheng Xiaojin suddenly shouted at a girl. "Liang Qing, put away your cigarette. If you're so talkative, my dick is waiting for you!"

"I'm addicted to cigarettes, not being a slut. You're fucking annoying," said the girl called Liang Qing. She lit a cigarette, put it in her mouth, sat down in the seat at the far end, opened the window, and began to puff away with great flair. "Cheng, you dog, am I being considerate?"

"If your secondhand smoke affects my performance on the court tonight, I'll fuck your hole until it bursts to vent my anger," Cheng Xiaojin said, making a gesture as if he was about to get up and rush at him, but he slumped back into his chair.

Cheng Xiaojin, who possessed a sexual power like a crazed rapist and always frightened me, was surprisingly unable to intimidate this girl named Liang Qing. I couldn't help but find it a little funny, and then I carefully examined Liang Qing's appearance. Her skin was as white as the glowing white beaches in movies, with black eyeshadow and lipstick, a silver lip ring, and a section of her shoulder-length hair dyed a blue-green gradient. A skull ring adorned her finger, which held a cigarette. She exuded the aura of a rebellious young woman, and her slightly husky voice added a dangerous yet alluring sexiness. Perhaps noticing my gaze, she turned her head, holding the cigarette pack towards me, and said, "Want a smoke?"

"No, no, thank you," I quickly replied.

"Mingqiang," Liang Qing said, "she's the assistant you mentioned, right? The assistant who wipes your dick after you pee?"

Mingqiang smiled. I was speechless and immediately blushed.

"Xiao Qing, don't bully her," said another girl sitting next to Liang Qing, then smiled at me. "Hello, my name is Zhong Cai Ning."

"Hello," I said. This girl named Zhong Cai Ning was the most striking contrast to Liang Qing. Her long, black hair reached her waist, smooth and shiny like something out of a shampoo commercial, which I envied. Her slender, long eyebrows, paired with her beautiful, slightly upturned eyes, her flawless oval face, and her naturally red but not gaudy lips, made her look like a perfectly well-bred young lady. That super short skirt that exposed her thighs seemed to need to be longer, covering her knees, and the black stockings should be replaced with pure white sports stockings to match her overall temperament.

By the way, I'd heard she was the school beauty queen at Mingqiang's high school for two consecutive years. Seeing her in person made me understand. Ordinary beauty and sex appeal alone wouldn't be enough to earn the seemingly easy yet profoundly meaningful title of "school beauty queen." When people see Zhong Caining, they don't immediately think of cramped rooms filled with lust, or glittering beaches where countless women in bikinis vie for men's attention. Instead, they picture a clear, blue sky, sunlight that seems to shine solely to warm the skin of young women—a beauty that can truly be called "visual appeal," a beauty that can establish an alluring image for an entire group.

I was almost stunned. When I was her age, could I compare to her in the refinement of my features and the delicacy of my skin? No, I certainly couldn't... It seems that in the eyes of all men, my appearance and figure are primarily about arousing "erect desire," not the kind that commands silent admiration or respect. Suddenly, I feel a little disappointed...

I suddenly remembered seeing the wires of a vibrator visible under a girl's skirt before I got on the bus. But after getting on, my attention was distracted by the black curtain and the coach, and now I can't say for sure which girl's skirt I saw. Was it Liang Qing? It doesn't seem like it. Was it Zhong Cai Ning? No, absolutely not. Then...

where is the third girl? I lost sight of her. I looked back and saw that she was sitting next to Zheng Xin, head down, talking softly to him. She had short hair with bangs, tucked behind her ears, and with her big, bright black eyes, she looked very pure and cute. She displayed a kind of beauty that was still developing, as if there were countless possibilities, but right now, she could probably be described as somewhere between a loli and a teen idol. When she spoke, her mouth opened so wide it was almost invisible, and her hand movements were incredibly subtle, making her look like a porcelain doll afraid of breaking herself.

Such an innocent girl—I wondered if she'd actually put a vibrator in her vagina before getting on the bus…or was I mistaken? These three girls each had their own beauty, but I hadn't yet seen their lewd side.

But then again, was I wrong? Because of Mingqiang's lewd training and innuendos, I assumed this would be a promiscuous trip that would make me constantly produce arousal fluids, and that the cheerleaders I'd heard about would be three women like me, who had been gang-raped by basketball players (though I'd only masturbated Zhengxin and Wenlong). To be honest, I was already a little damp with anticipation before boarding the bus… Could it be that the three cheerleaders were just cheerleaders, and I was the only woman on the bus actually hoping for some lewdness? I was wearing the same high school sailor uniform as them, but they were still high school students inside, while I was some impure, horny older sister…

Ugh, so embarrassing… I couldn’t help but steal a glance at Mingqiang. He was wearing headphones, watching a basketball game live on his iPad. The bus traveled along a rough stretch of road, bumping along for a while, and my breasts, hidden under my sailor uniform, bounced several times, but Mingqiang didn’t even look at me. Ugh, if that's really the case, wouldn't I look like a fool...?

But then, although the sound was very soft, I heard a faint, fleeting moan. Turning around in the direction of the sound, I saw the pure-looking third girl, her eyes lowered, her lips slightly parted... Beside her, Zhengxin was holding something in his right hand, offering it to her... Although Zhengxin was sitting inside by the window, he was tall enough that I could see his actions. The girl took the object from his hand, and then... stuck out a tiny, incredibly cute, and seemingly sweet tip of her tongue, licking the object.

It was a vibrator.

I wasn't mistaken. That bullet-shaped, slightly thicker than the girl's thumb, purple... vibrator, covered in a thin, sticky liquid. The girl, her face flushed, touched it slightly with the tip of her tongue, frowning as if electrocuted, then pursed her lips in a very cute yet heartbreaking way.

It couldn't be anyone else, it had to be her, the girl with the vibrator between her legs. But this high school girl, who seemed like she could be scouted into an idol group at any moment, was carrying a vibrator on this train, perhaps with her inner thighs still wet with vaginal fluid... Just thinking about it made me a little excited. But the girl didn't expose herself openly; instead, she sat next to Zhengxin. Zhengxin must have taken the vibrator from between her legs and made her lick it... and the girl's slight resistance showed that she wasn't used to this kind of thing yet.

What kind of person is Zhengxin? Silent and reserved, he seemed to be only hinting at things to the girl through his eyes and gestures. Perhaps he was training the girl in the same way Mingqiang had trained me, but in a different way. Suddenly, I wondered… if he had been the one to train me from the beginning, would the outcome have been different…?

Mingqiang next to me was watching a basketball game. An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, sitting a few rows in front of Zhengxin and the girl, were discussing something I didn't quite understand. It seemed only Wenlong, sitting two rows behind Zhengxin, had noticed this scene, just like me. He slightly turned his body, watching Zhengxin and the girl's next move. We were both spying from different angles.

I saw Zhengxin approach the girl, reach out, and do something (his hand was blocked by the chair in front of him). The girl jumped slightly and let out a soft "Ouch!" Zhengxin's hand reappeared, tossing something into the aisle between the bus seats. The girl shyly swatted it under the seat with her foot, and I saw it—a bra. It seemed Zhengxin had slipped his hand under her clothes and expertly unhooked it in an instant. The girl's head drooped even lower, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with her eyelids.

Then, Zhengxin whispered something in her ear. The girl's eyes widened—

"No!"

she suddenly cried out, her voice heard by everyone in the bus. Everyone turned around except for Mingqiang, who was wearing headphones. The girl, realizing so many people were staring at her, quickly lowered her head; I could barely see the top of her head.

"Xiang Hui, you promised me," Zhengxin said.

"But...but..." the girl named Xiang Hui said.

"I told them not to look, okay?" Zhengxin comforted Xiang Hui, then said to An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, who had turned around and were watching with great interest, "You two turn around, I didn't tell you to look." In the basketball team, besides Mingqiang, Zhengxin was the most prestigious, so An'an and Cheng Xiaojin turned around, although they clearly looked unhappy. Zhengxin also told Wenlong, who was behind them, to sit to the side. He didn't order us girls around, probably thinking it was okay.

"Let's... let's forget it..." Xiang Hui pleaded.

"Good girl, you've already promised me, you can't go back on your word," Zheng Xin said. There was no hint of lust in his words, but rather a gentle, even tender, persuasion. Back then, Ming Qiang had seduced and trained me, going through similar steps that were hard for me to resist. These wicked men made women feel that giving up their most precious bodies was an exciting and wonderful thing...

What exactly did Zheng Xin want Xiang Hui to do? I was getting impatient. And An An and Cheng Xiaojin, these two extremely lustful men, were clearly even more itchy. They stopped chatting and just listened intently.

"Will you really like me like this?" Xiang Hui asked.

"It will only make me like you more," Zheng Xin said.

"Then... okay... if you think it's good, Zheng Xin..."

She'd taken the bait, given in... I'm sure I've felt the same way she has.

Xiang Hui and Zheng Xin switched places, and Xiang Hui went to the window. Xiang Hui stood up, facing the glass window. I then realized that she was quite a bit shorter than me, maybe only about 1.52 or 1.53 meters tall. She looked out the window, her big eyes flickering with some unease. After taking a deep breath, she suddenly grabbed the hem of her clothes and lifted it up. Because Zheng Xin had just unhooked her bra, her breasts popped out—

as a woman, I couldn't help but stare in disbelief—what a pair of youthful, vibrant, and incredibly sexy full breasts! The common descriptions of "hibiscus," "white rabbit," and "jade" seem pale and inappropriate in comparison to Xiang Hui's breasts. No suitable metaphor can describe her translucent, smooth, and delicate skin; it's as if a finger, lingering on it for a moment, would naturally glide along her tender curves without any effort. Nor can any suitable metaphor describe the suppleness and fullness of her beautifully rounded breasts. You see no stiff "sphere," no awkward "papaya" or "chili pepper"; the only word you can use is "Xiang Hui's unique breasts." Not to mention her dreamlike pink areolas and nipples… and, judging by size alone, perhaps in a year or two, they'll surpass mine. Xiang Hui closed her eyes in fear, her breasts rising and falling gently with her breath. Her youthful allure and shyness blended perfectly together. If the dictionary were to include the term "baby face and big breasts" in the future, a picture of Xiang Hui would have to be posted next to it.

I don't know how much time passed—maybe only five seconds—when Xiang Hui suddenly screamed, pulled down her clothes, and shrank back into her seat. At that moment, I, who had been lost in thought, stunned by the beauty of her breasts, finally realized: she was exposing her precious breasts to the window, while outside the window were cars and pedestrians.

"Oh no, someone saw us!" Xiang Hui exclaimed in panic.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Zheng Xin said, hugging Xiang Hui.

"But it really is... someone really saw us... his car was going about the same speed as ours, and he turned around and stared..."

"What's the point if no one saw us at all?"

Zheng Xin continued to comfort Xiang Hui, trying to convince her that this was a very rare and important experience, something that would make him very happy and proud. It seems Zhengxin is different from people like An'an and Cheng Xiaojin who forcefully conquer women with their sexual prowess. Zhengxin's often taciturn nature is a good thing, because once he opens his mouth, it's too dangerous. I'm an observer now, so I can make this clear. Simply put, he's similar to Mingqiang in this respect, but there are differences. Mingqiang's verbal seduction is usually accompanied by displays of masculine strength and sexual attraction, but Zhengxin seems to only need a mouth. If I were the one being seduced by Zhengxin's devilish words, I would definitely… Thinking of this, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Mingqiang beside me. He was still intently watching the basketball game on his phone… I suddenly really wanted him to look this way… to look, to touch his stepmother…

Xiang Hui stood up again. Although her body was trembling, her hands gripped the hem of her clothes, as if she were making a decision. After a moment of hesitation, she lifted her clothes again, revealing her large, youthful breasts that would drive both men and women mad. She kept her eyes tightly closed, not daring to look at anything outside the window. Perhaps because of the reflection, those outside might not be able to see her entire body clearly, but one could imagine that this hazy, erotic beauty would make anyone fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of it even more captivated. This might even cause a traffic accident, wouldn't it?

"C-can you...is it okay?" After about a minute, Xiang Hui asked tremulously. "Zhengxin?"

Zhengxin didn't answer, but instead moved closer, placing his hands on the inside of her thighs. Xiang Hui cried out, "Ouch!" Zheng Xin's hand continued upwards, lifting her skirt and cupping her small, round, and cute buttocks, encased in red polka-dot panties. Zheng Xin stuck out his tongue and licked her vulva through the panties.

Xiang Hui's entire body froze, and her hand, which had been lifting her clothes, fell back down. Because the clothes were rolled up above her breasts, they didn't fall down with her. Xiang Hui let out a soft moan, and Zheng Xin suddenly pressed one hand against her back and pushed her forward, pressing her entire body against the glass window. No, because her distorted breasts became an obstacle, her abdomen didn't touch the glass window. Zhengxin didn't stop attacking her entrance. Although it was unclear how he was using his tongue, the girl's rapid moans revealed that pleasure was gradually overwhelming her.

"No...no...someone's watching...ah, no...I'm so embarrassed..." Xiang Hui said, making only weak and feeble resistance. Zhengxin stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his thick, long penis, inserting it between Xiang Hui's polka-dot panties and buttocks. Xiang Hui shuddered, her legs clamping together, and Zhengxin's penis was trapped in the narrow triangle formed between her inner thighs and her entrance.

"No! Not here..." Xiang Hui struggled, but Zhengxin held her down with his long, strong hands. "I want to be here," Zhengxin said to her. "Xiaohui, you look especially beautiful like this." Then he lifted his body, and his penis seemed to truly touch Xianghui's vulva. The girl whimpered, weakly shaking her head from side to side, her breasts rubbing against the glass window, but her areolas and nipples remained mostly in place.

Zhengxin grabbed Xianghui's wrists with both hands and pulled them back, arching her back and raising her buttocks high. Then he adjusted his hips from side to side and thrust forward. The girl let out a short moan that was both painful and pleasurable, and he stopped, it seemed that only the head of his penis had entered. He then used the strength of his waist, and the pulling force of his hands increased, his penis driving straight in, his abdomen pressing against the girl's buttocks.

"Ugh... Waaah...!" Xiang Hui let out a groan, her voice tinged with a childlike tone and a hint of crying, echoing in the carriage. The atmosphere changed... Wen Long, sitting behind Zheng Xin, and An An and Cheng Xiao Jin, sitting in front, were all watching this scene intently, and Zheng Xin didn't stop them anymore. After all, any attempt to stop them was just for show.

"Ha, they've started doing it?" The one who made this sound was actually Liang Qing. I turned my head and saw her leaning her head against the back of her seat, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from her lips, watching this scene with great interest. And Zhong Cai Ning next to her was... engrossed in reading a book. Yes, she maintained the elegant demeanor of a well-bred young lady, her long, slender, white fingers lightly pressing on the slightly shiny pages of her book, as if what was happening in the carriage wasn't sex, but a prank not worth disturbing her studies.

As for me, the reason I could see Zhengxin's penis vigorously penetrating Xiang Hui's body so clearly was because I had completely turned around and knelt on my seat. Wenlong, who was closest to them, stood up, his eyes gleaming strangely, his right hand beginning to stroke his penis… Actually, my hands were also reaching towards my chest and crotch…

"Ugh… Ugh…" Xiang Hui kept biting her lip, trying to keep her moans from getting too loud, which only intensified the allure of the scene before her. When Zhengxin first started having sex with her, there was no obvious sound, usually because her vagina was a little tight at first. But after about ten thrusts, gradually, a series of slapping sounds began to emanate from where their bodies were joined, an irresistible rhythm that gradually brought on the lustful desire. Ah, a tall, mature yet youthful high school boy was pressing a busty teenage girl—likely the dream girl of many boys—against the bus window, thrusting into her intimately and mercilessly… It was clear she was experiencing increasing pleasure; her pink tongue peeked out and touched her lower lip. He gradually increased his speed and force, his thick, long penis appearing and disappearing between her buttocks. It was evident his penis wasn't moving straight in, but rather seeking different angles during insertion and withdrawal, exploring and thoroughly ravaging the sailor-uniform-clad busty girl's honeypot… The girl's cheek was pressed against the window. Ah, so lewd, so wanton, so… I want to get closer to them, I want to see clearly, I want to smell the scent of their union, but my body won't move…

Ah! A hand was touching me, reaching under my sailor uniform, grabbing my large breasts, and pinching my nipples. It was Mingqiang! He was finally attracted, and his other hand reached under my skirt. The moment his fingers touched my labia, I felt a jolt, as if I'd been electrocuted.

"So wet?" he whispered in my ear. "You enjoy watching her get fucked? Xiaoxue's mom, looks like I've discovered another one of your hobbies."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his hand around, using his middle and ring fingers to part the fleshy opening hidden by my labia, finding the wet entrance, and then slowly, gradually increasing the pressure, he probed inside... Mingqiang's fingers, with a different feel than a penis, probed into my vagina, repeatedly opening and closing them as they went deeper. I could feel his fingertips, with their greater flexibility than a penis, pressing, opening up, and plundering the territory of pleasure within me.

"Ah... umm... come in a little more..." The sight of Xiang Hui being fucked gave me even richer visual stimulation, while also amplifying the intensity of my physical stimulation, making me quickly begin to shamelessly demand more. Perhaps it was because I had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, anticipating the lewd physical contact before even boarding this bus... so when this happened, I couldn't stop my own lust from erupting.

Ah, hearing my voice, An'an and Cheng Xiaojin both turned around to look... An'an gave me a lustful smile; he knew what had happened... How annoying, but I still wanted to be watched... They were far away from me, and couldn't see anything except my raised head, so naturally they went back to admiring the spring scenery before them... Look at me too...

At that moment, Xiang Hui turned her head, and our eyes met. Ah, the large-breasted girl being penetrated in her honey pot looked so lewd and alluring, her eyes seemed to glisten with tears, and the flush on her cheeks represented both shame and a burgeoning lust. Her slightly protruding pink tongue trembled slightly with the man's thrusts. For some reason, after our eyes met, they remained locked, unable to look away. She clearly understood that the man behind me was having sex with me in some way. Seeing another woman being violated while I was being violated was a first for me, and a strange, intense, and lewd feeling arose within me…

Men can become friends by discussing their sexual desire for women, because at this moment they expose their true selves to each other. And women, perhaps, might also feel an ambiguous connection when they simultaneously discover that the other is being fucked by a man. Isn't the quickest way to make people intimate to share pleasure? As for Xiang Hui and me, one of us was being fucked by Zheng Xin's penis, and the other was being fucked by Ming Qiang's fingers. Although we were eleven or twelve years apart in age, we both revealed our true nature as women, and our eyes were locked on each other, unable to look away.

"Ugh... Zhengxin... Zhengxin husband... husband, fuck me, fuck Xiaohuihui... husband, fuck Xiaohuihui inside..." It seemed that because of the eye contact with me, Xianghui was able to let go. She, who had only been moaning softly, even began to speak lewd words full of provocation. Hearing her say this, Zhengxin obviously increased his speed and strength. His penis, which had been deliberately looking for different insertion angles, gradually became a simple straight in and out.

"There are people watching outside... watching you fuck me, husband... husband, do you like it when others watch Xiao Huihui being fucked by you...?"

"I like it, they like it too. The people outside must be hard-on too. They want to fuck your cunt like I do, Xiao Huihui. But there's a glass window between us, so they can only watch."

"Because they're not husbands. Xiao Huihui's breasts and cunt belong to Zhengxin husband... ahh, ooh ah umm...!"

Zhengxin's thrusting seemed to have reached its final stage, the entire carriage filled with the loud, lewd sounds of him slamming into Huihui's buttocks. And Mingqiang's fingers suddenly increased their pressure, pressing on the G-spot deep inside my cunt, his two fingers alternating in a tickling, digging motion. The intense pleasure made my mouth water and my eyes moist, as if flames were burning deep within my honeypot.

"Xiao Hui, I'm going to cum!" Zhengxin said. "Mmm... Husband, cum in me, Xiao Hui's pussy wants to drink your soy milk..." Xiang Hui, her lust reaching its peak, spoke in surprisingly vulgar language. After the most intense thrusts, Zhengxin's buttocks tightened, and he began to ejaculate—but I didn't see it, because I also lowered my head, my body trembling uncontrollably, facing the brink of climax with Mingqiang's relentless attack on my G-spot—it's

coming, it's coming! Ahh, it's so hot, right there, I can feel it, that tension that's about to erupt, that boundless, frenzied sexual desire surging, the internal orgasm gushing out from my G-spot—"Ahhh—!!" I cried out without restraint, I wanted everyone in the car to hear, to know that Mingqiang had brought me to orgasm with his fingers. "Waaah—!" That was Xiang Hui's cry, the last syllable carrying a heartbreakingly childlike pitifulness. It seemed she had also reached orgasm with the intrusion of Zhengxin's semen, and so the cries of pleasure from the two of us women intertwined.

Because Xiang Hui hadn't taken off her underwear, a large amount of white semen had smeared inside her underwear. Zhengxin didn't immediately pull out his penis, but instead fiddled with it inside her panties, continuing to squeeze out Xiang Hui's increasingly weak moans. I saw sticky semen overflowing from the edge of her panties, flowing down her thighs—proof that the large-breasted girl was being lewdly fucked…

Mingqiang pulled out his finger and put it in my mouth, making me lick his own semen. I sucked on his finger like it was a penis. Zhengxin finally pulled out his penis, and Xiang Hui slumped into the seat. Behind her, Wenlong rubbed his exposed penis, already very excited. Zhengxin and Wenlong exchanged glances, then Zhengxin said to Xiang Hui, "Xiao Hui, look, Wenlong's penis has become so hard because of you."

"Mmm… ah…" Xiang Hui responded weakly.

"It's all because you were so tempting just now. And An'an, Cheng Xiaojin, they all got hard because of you, and they really wanted to fuck you."

"Stop talking, I'm so embarrassed... I don't want to..."

"It's okay for you to be shy, the more shy you are, the more I like you. You're so tempting, just letting them watch will make them pent up. You promised me you would try to do it with other people, now is the perfect time."

"If I do it with other people, you won't like me anymore..."

"How could that be? You're not just doing it with anyone, it's someone I approve of, I'll only like you more because you're obedient and willing to make me happy. Don't you want to make your favorite Zhengxin happy?"

"Waaah... but I'm so tired... hug me first..."

Xiang Hui didn't really refuse, and Zhengxin's goal was about to be achieved. He hugged Xiang Hui tightly, kissing her cheek first, then her lips, and then playing with her nipple for a moment. "I know you're tired," he continued, "so it's good to have someone keep you company. Who do you want?"

"I'll do it!" said the impatient Cheng Xiaojin. "Damn, I'm all swollen up! Let me do it!"

Xiang Hui didn't turn her head, her eyes glanced left and right, only sweeping over An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, lingering on Wenlong for a moment. In less than three seconds, Zhengxin understood. He winked at Wenlong, got out of his seat, and let Wenlong fill his place. Wenlong helped Xiang Hui up, making her kneel on the chair with her buttocks raised high. He then began to fuck her from behind in a doggy-style position, squeezing her large breasts while slowly thrusting his penis inside. After only a short while, Xiang Hui began to moan again. Wenlong, not particularly handsome but with a muscular, tanned body, raping a young darling like Xiang Hui, presented a different kind of alluring scene.

"Damn!" Cheng Xiaojin looked in my direction. "Mingqiang, let me fuck her."

"Do you want him now?" Mingqiang asked me. I didn't answer, but like Xiang Hui, I made my choice with my eyes. "Okay, then go over there." Mingqiang understood and released my hand. I slowly walked over—towards Zhengxin. Yes, I wanted him. Having just witnessed his lewd tricks on Xiang Hui, I also longed, longed to pin this man down, to be possessed by him, to be played with… it was this very penis that made the girl abandon her innocent facade…

Zhengxin sat in the chair, his penis still sticky with semen and vaginal fluid after he had just finished with Xiang Hui. I walked towards him, passing An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, feeling the heat emanating from them, a heat of heightened lust that hadn't yet subsided, but they didn't touch me. It seemed that the other basketball players wouldn't dare to act rashly against the woman Mingqiang and Zhengxin had their eyes on without their permission.

On the other side, I could finally see clearly Wenqiang's large penis, with a noticeable bulge in the middle, thrusting into Xiang Hui's pink, full vagina. As he pulled out, he brought the glans to the entrance of her vagina. I noticed that the umbrella-shaped part of his glans was particularly wide and obvious. The recessed space formed between the "eaves" and the shaft vigorously rubbed against Xiang Hui's small labia, rubbing the mixture of Zheng Xin's semen residue and vaginal fluids outside her vaginal opening. Then, he thrust in hard with a thud, and a breathtaking moan seemed to escape from Xiang Hui's mouth with that push, permeating and dissipating into the air filled with the smell of sex. I've always felt that the genitals of men and women are most beautiful during intercourse, that mutual friction, stretching, changing the shape of the flesh to please the other...

I knelt before Zheng Xin and grasped his penis. Seeing an innocent young girl being violated beside me only fueled my urges. And Zhengxin's penis was undeniably beautiful, with a pungent, erotic scent… only slightly limp from being used. I held it in my right palm like a precious treasure, letting it press against my face with wanton affection, wiping it from my left cheek to my lips, then to my right, applying the lewd fluids. This way, I carried the scent of his intercourse with Xiang Hui. What I did was comparable to a tribal warrior applying herbal juice to his face to boost his fighting spirit—both were preparations for entering the battlefield, and a man's erect penis was my battlefield…

I started licking his penis, smearing saliva on it, and then sucking it in along with the existing fluid, making smacking sounds. At the same time, I felt his penis quickly return to its rock-hard state—

"No!" I suddenly heard Xiang Hui's voice. "Zhengxin's penis belongs to me... Stop licking... Waaah..."

It seemed that the sound of my licking had attracted her attention. She turned her head with some difficulty and saw what I was doing. That didn't stop me, and I think Zhengxin didn't want me to stop either, so I lifted my body slightly, cupped my heavy breasts, and placed them on the inside of his thighs, enveloping his testicles and part of his shaft in my breast flesh. My tongue also wrapped around and licked his penis and glans with even greater movements.

"No! Waaah—" Xiang Hui seemed to be stimulated even more, and began to twist her buttocks, trying to escape Wenlong's rape. But this twisting only gave Wenlong even greater pleasure, driving him to grab Xiang Hui's buttocks even harder and slap those tender buttocks flesh left and right. Xiang Hui's moans were a mixture of pleasure, the pain of being slapped, and the resentment of witnessing me licking her man's penis.

I wonder if her current feelings are the same as a man witnessing himself being cuckolded? From my experience as a woman, it's slightly different. When a man sees his girlfriend being raped, his first thought is of her body, and of his own will and dignity, all being violated. But when a woman discovers this, her primary feeling is that she has lost "love." Of course, there must first be "exclusive love," and Xiang Hui's affection for Zheng Xin is clearly very unusual. I don't want to possess Zheng Xin, but this feeling of "stealing someone else's love" still gives me a more mysterious pleasure, and my vagina is incredibly wet...

At this moment, Zheng Xin suddenly gets up and pulls his penis out of my mouth. What, does he not want Xiang Hui to see this?

No, not at all. He stands up, presses down on the back of the chair where Xiang Hui is kneeling, and pushes her down. To allow travelers to rest on long journeys, the chair backs were tilted back at about sixty degrees, so Xiang Hui's body tilted accordingly. Zheng Xin then pressed down the back of the chair next to him, and with his strong arms, grabbed my thighs from below, lifting me up and slamming me face down against the chair back.

"Ah!" The momentary pain made my heart race, which only excited me more. Now, I was almost pressed against Xiang Hui, who was being raped. I turned my head, and she looked at me with her eyes wide open, brimming with tears, biting her lip lightly, seemingly still unwilling to accept it. But from her trembling moans, as if enduring extreme cold, it was clear that what was now suppressing her mind and body was the tidal wave of pleasure.

My legs were originally hanging over the edge of the seat, but Zhengxin lifted them up and pressed them upwards, so that my vulva and both thighs formed a very lewd and uninhibited V-shape, with the inner sides of my legs almost pressed against my large breasts. I'm not particularly slim, and if I hadn't done a lot of stretching training for playing volleyball, I probably wouldn't be able to withstand this kind of torment. I looked down and saw Zhengxin's penis, fully erect, aimed at my most vulnerable, delicate, and secret place—the place I most loved to be touched by a man…

“You can’t do this to her! Waaah…you just fucked her, and now you’re fucking someone else—” Xiang Hui was still protesting.

“Xiao Hui, you’re being fucked by someone else right now.”

“But…but…! It was Zhengxin who made me do this…saying you like it, waaah—”

In this brief moment of argument, my lower body was already unbearably itchy. If my body hadn’t been held down, I probably would have moved down and actively wrapped my labia around Zhengxin’s glans. In an instant, I saw a hidden, smug smile on Zhengxin’s lips…I understood; he was teasing both Xiang Hui and me at the same time.

"Zhengxin, I, I want..." I said. "Give it to me..."

"No! You can't take his... Waaah..." Xiang Hui said.

"Zhengxin, fuck me, don't wait, hurry up, fuck me, with your big cock..."

"Waaah... No, I'll never listen to you again, Zhengxin, you big liar... Waaah..."

Zhengxin thrust his lower body forward, and the cock I had longed for slid smoothly into my very wet honey hole. Ahh, this is the feeling. Because of the longing, the inside of my vagina began to contract with anticipation before the glans even entered. Ahh—I stuck out my tongue, tilted my head back, and finally released the lewd moans that had been building up for so long. It didn't start with Mingqiang using his fingers on me, nor did it begin when I saw Zhengxin having sex with Xianghui. It started before I even got on the bus, even before I saw the vibrating egg cord on Xianghui's lower body. I already craved this kind of lustful filling and satisfaction—Zhengxin started moving—

"Ah! Ahh…!" "Ugh…!" Our moans intertwined, surging like waves, each trying to outdo the other. I lay on my back, legs raised high, while the sixteen-year-old busty girl beside me knelt, her breasts bulging from her sides, enduring the abuse of Zhengxin and Wenlong's penises. The rhythm of their thrusts varied constantly; although it was the same act of fucking, the different "tools" produced different slapping sounds. The only certainty was that no matter the angle and rhythm at which Xiang Hui and I were being penetrated, our vaginas, flowing with moisture from the depths of our cores, were wanton, inherently lewd, and feigning shyness, swallowing and spitting out the throbbing penises we craved.

At that moment, my dazed eyes saw another woman's naked body—the rebellious girl Liang Qing. She took off her sailor uniform and walked over. Her figure was also very alluring, not like Xiang Hui's delicate, large-breasted girlhood, nor like mine, a seductive married woman; rather, it was refined, well-proportioned, without an ounce of excess fat, like a female aerobics instructor. Her small breasts were adorned with nipple rings, and her ribs, sides, thighs, and hands were covered in tattoos. Most striking was the word "crazy bitch" in cursive script arranged in two rows of arches on her abdomen.

"Having fun, huh?" she said, her eyes showing no shyness. Then she knelt down next to Zhengxin, licking his constantly swaying testicles, and then licking the point where his penis met my vagina. This sudden, novel stimulation caused my vagina to tighten even more, and Zhengxin let out a pleasurable moan. After licking for a while, she stood up, wiped her tongue, which was covered in my vaginal fluid, with her hand, and then used that same hand to touch her own vaginal opening. I then noticed that each of her labia minora had a metal ring embedded in it. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of sexual awakening and adventures she had experienced.

She walked to a chair across the aisle from me, raised one leg high, and flexibly hung it on the back of the chair, while the other leg could still be straight. She slapped her buttocks and then said to the front of the carriage, "Mingqiang, let's play."

Mingqiang walked over, his favorite penis erect, and stood next to Liang Qing. He glanced at me, and without a word, thrust his penis into Liang Qing's vagina and began to pump. Soon, Liang Qing joined Xiang Hui and me in our moans, only with a slightly different "style."

"Ah! Oh, that feels so good, I've wanted to do this with you for so long, ahh—it's so thick, you can go in a little more, fuck my pussy harder, oh oh, do you like fucking my big, horny pussy with the ring on? Don't be afraid to fuck it until it's broken, fuck it hard—"

I watched for a while, then turned around and noticed a change beside me—An'an had come over and pulled out her penis, inserting it into Xiang Hui's mouth. Zheng Xin seemed to have tacitly agreed, and Xiang Hui didn't resist much, but it was clear she was struggling. Her small mouth was wide open to accept the penis, which was too large for her. I could even see a rounded protrusion on her throat as the glans went in and out, appearing and disappearing... Watching this up close was incredibly stimulating. I witnessed a pure young girl's endless descent into lust... just like what I had experienced... When she got on the bus with a vibrator inserted and exposed herself to the window, Xiang Hui's sexual desire was still completely dependent on Zheng Xin. But when she and I were being raped by different people at the same time, the possibility of crawling out of the abyss of lust disappeared forever. This has nothing to do with whether she personally agrees or not. Once it happened, and she didn't strongly object, the verdict was already decided: Xiang Hui, 16 years old, became a lewd girl.

There's nothing wrong with that... Xiang Hui, you'll understand, just like me, this is our posture, our big breasts, our honey pot, were developed and grew for this moment—all we should do is endure, no, not just endure, but moan and clench to please these men, to give them greater enjoyment, which is to satisfy our own lust... Seeing that An An

was also enjoying herself, Cheng Xiaojin finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked to Liang Qing, who was being fucked by Ming Qiang. He spread her buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed his beer bottle-sized penis, wanting to aim it at her anus and thrust it in. Unexpectedly, Liang Qing reached out and slapped his penis open.

"Cheng Gou, don't mess with me!" Liang Qing said unhappily. "How many times have I told you, if you dare touch me, I'll cut your penis off!"

"Why are you being so fierce! Look how hard I'm already, letting me fuck you won't hurt you! Cousin!"

What? So they are...

"Go fuck someone else! I don't do incest! Mingqiang, ignore him, again, mmm..."

So that's how it is. I suddenly understood even more why it was best not to expose my relationship with Mingqiang to people outside the basketball team. Liang Qing doesn't accept incest, and with her strong personality, if she knew I was Mingqiang's stepmother, she would definitely say something to disrupt the lewd atmosphere.

"Damn..." Cheng Xiaojin made a displeased expression, then, while stroking his penis, he glanced at me. "Okay, come here, my mouth is so wet, I want it, I want you to shove your penis into my mouth, grab my breasts hard, I want both my holes to smell of your cock..."

At this moment, Mingqiang suddenly hoisted Liang Qing up and quickly walked to the back of the carriage. There was a row of seats at the very back with a large window above it, covered by light green curtains. He pressed Liang Qing's body down, making her kneel on the seat, her breasts pressed against the curtains, and inserted his penis again. Liang Qing moaned again. Mingqiang glanced back, and Zhengxin and Wenlong understood. They picked me and Xiang Hui up. While I was still feeling uncomfortable from the brief emptiness in my vagina, I was already pressed against the curtains, just like Liang Qing. Xiang Hui was to my left.

With a soft "plop," Zheng Xin's penis plunged deep into my vagina again, and Xiang Hui let out a moan as she welcomed the penis's re-entry. I gripped the curtains tightly and opened my eyes—ah! I knew, I knew why Ming Qiang had suddenly led us to this back to be fucked. Actually, there were two large curtains alternating, and I happened to pull the gap in the middle open a little, seeing the scene outside.

Perhaps because of a red light, or perhaps because of a traffic jam, the bus had stopped! Behind the bus, several other vehicles were lined up, along with bicycles in the non-motorized vehicle lane, and pedestrians parked on the roadside. Several pairs of eyes, men and women… The thin curtains we were pressed against couldn't completely conceal the lewd acts taking place inside the bus; those outside could at least see some shadows and glimpses of our bodies through the gaps in the curtains. This was far more daring and erotic than Xiang Hui exposing her breasts while the bus was moving.

I saw the driver of the closest bus stick his head out of the side window, his eyes wide with disbelief. He wasn't looking in my direction, but rather at Xiang Hui. Xiang Hui was gripping the curtains tightly, and because of Wenlong's frenzied thrusting behind her, she had unconsciously pushed the curtains up slightly. From the outside, one could definitely see her fair, tender abdomen, her navel, and the way her slender waist trembled with each thrust.

Ahh, so stimulating! That man must be thinking, "Am I seeing things?" Perhaps others saw more, still not the whole picture, just fragments that fueled their endless lustful imaginations. Would they be unable to sleep at night, would they recall this scene and get an erection, masturbate, or would men begin to release their pent-up desires while embracing the women beside them?

Before I even realized the sinful thought, I had uncontrollably pulled the curtains in front of me open a tiny crack… just a tiny crack, nothing more. Anyone close enough could see the rounded line of my right breast pressed against the glass, but they couldn't see the nipple. If anyone wanted to see it, this was the tiny bit I could offer them. Look at me, look at this tiny bit, and imagine a woman becoming a prisoner of a penis behind the car window…

And so, the three of us, so different women, with our breasts pressed against the back window, were being fucked by three men, like a scene from an adult film of group sex. The slight coolness felt on the nipples and buds, the mild discomfort and fullness from the squeezing of the breasts, the waist arching back in a seductive manner to please the man's penis, the buttocks swaying slightly uncontrollably—feeling the unique shape of that penis, from the glans inward into the shaft, then expanding to the scrotum and testicles, that lewd and ferocious thing created to crush and penetrate the woman's vagina, gathering the most primal and impulsive power of the man's entire body. Snap, snap, the most lewd sounds, the tenderness being ruthlessly ravaged, the moans being released countless times, the wildness being bound and then whipped, it seemed as if the body was flying high into the sky while being able to hold tightly to the ground, it seemed as if even the pores of the skin buried under the pubic hair were trembling with pleasure—

the lewd cries of the three of us were completely intertwined, and it was almost impossible to tell who was who. Mmm, ahh, cock, fuck me, dick, fuck my cunt, husband, waaa baby, am I wet? Is it good to be fucked? I want more, so good, so comfortable, so horny, I love your big cock, harder, so inside, where did it go? Hurry up, spank my ass, grab my breasts, your cock is inside me, I want to be fucked every day, I'm going to die, I can't take it anymore, I love my husband's big cock so much, it hurts, no, more, waaaaah—

the car, the car, started moving. Those eyes that had participated in a strange voyeuristic ceremony began to drift away—

our three bodies went limp, sliding down onto the seats and the floor. The three men who raped us, along with An'an and Cheng Xiaojin who were masturbating while watching this scene, began to ejaculate on us. We were enveloped in a strong, fishy stench. I looked up and watched the white semen spurting out from the urethral openings of those penises, one spurt after another. Time seemed to slow down. The rain of semen, intertwined on my head and breasts, mingled with the men's moans, falling onto our hair, faces, mouths, necks, breasts, stomachs, thighs, pubic hair... We had no idea which part of our bodies would be covered in semen the next second, coming into contact with that familiar heat of our vaginas...

The three of us were pressed tightly together, an unconscious intimacy and embrace after being violated by the surging force. Just like men can go to prostitutes together, the three of us were being fucked simultaneously in the most extreme environment, so at that moment our bodies could only transmit warmth and tremors to each other, unable to separate. Liang Qing raised one leg, still touching herself, making moaning sounds. Xiang Hui's cheek was pressed against my shoulder, and looking at her, the most delicate, perhaps the most shocked, I couldn't help but feel an urge to kiss her, to lick the semen off her face. But I was too tired, and I didn't want to disturb her...

At that moment, I heard unusually clear footsteps in this erotic bus. I struggled to lift my head and saw Zhong Cai Ning approaching. Yes, I had almost forgotten, there was another woman. Could it be that she, who had remained unmoved and elegantly read books, had finally succumbed to temptation and was now ready to be baptized by the penises of these men?

She walked up to us. Strangely, not a single man touched her, not even the most powerful among them, Mingqiang and Zhengxin, who turned away to prevent their still-swollen penises from touching her body. Especially Zhengxin, the grandson of a school board member, who arranged this bus trip and had the authority to divide the carriage into two parts with black curtains to prevent the coach from disturbing his lewd acts, yet he avoided a cheerleader... What was going on?

Zhong Caining gently lifted one foot, her foot leaving her shoe—those legs, encased in black stockings, were so long and beautiful. If you focused your gaze on her calves and slowly moved upwards, you might even get the illusion that her legs had no limits. She lightly touched my labia with her toes, causing me to tremble for a moment before I withdrew my foot.

"Not bad. Try to get everything clean before parking, after all, we still need to get into someone else's school." After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked back to her original seat.

Later, while tidying up, Mingqiang revealed some things to me that didn't help in understanding her true identity, but still...

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