Human life

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I stumbled upon SM by chance and became madly in love with it. I often fantasized about having a very domineering master, and being his submissive slave, bitch, and slut. To realize my fantasy, I spent my days browsing SM websites, and finally one day I decided to post a thread seeking a master. I immediately received many replies, and I chatted with a few people who seemed nice.
Later, a man gradually attracted me. His conversation, his knowledge, his understanding of SM, and his thoughtfulness and care all made me feel that he was the one who could help me realize my fantasy. Later, we video chatted, talked on the phone, and had several online and telephone sessions. Finally, we decided to meet and turn our illusory passion into a real experience. He
specified what I should wear, required me to shave my pubic hair, and insisted that I arrive at the meeting place on time.
Despite having communicated and gotten to know each other a lot, I was still very nervous, but I had to go because I wanted to know the real feeling of SM. When I
arrived at the agreed location, a not-so-luxurious chain hotel, he was already waiting for me in the room.
He knocked on the door and simply greeted me, his tone cold and confident. Once inside, he closed the door and, instead of inviting me to sit, ordered me to take off my pants. He wanted to check if I had shaved my pubic hair as he had instructed.
Seeing that my vulva was no longer the hairy mess he had seen in the video, he smiled with satisfaction.
He asked me to sit down and told me that if I didn't obey his orders, he would immediately kick me out of the room. Then, he brought me a cup of steaming hot tea. I took the cup, hesitated, and looked at him, not wanting to drink it, because I had heard too many stories of being drugged and raped.
He noticed my hesitation and knew what I was thinking, so he told me he would give me a drink that was absolutely free of any drugs. Saying this, he ordered me to undress, then grabbed my hair and dragged me to the bathroom, ordering me to kneel in the bathtub. He unzipped his pants and started urinating on me, saying, "Drink this, it'll be fine."
The clear, warm liquid poured over my hair and cheeks, mingling with my tears of humiliation, but I felt excited. I knew I had truly met a cool master. Although I didn't open my mouth, some of the fishy liquid still flowed into it.
After being gently cleaned by my master, I was taken back to the room. He took out a thick brown rope and bound my naked body tightly. I felt my hands, which were held high behind my back, immediately go numb. The fine fibers of the brown rope pricked my delicate skin, and even the slightest movement caused a needle-like pain. Then, my nipples were clamped between large metal folders, and the piercing pain made me groan.
He made me half-lie against the headboard, raising my legs and spreading them out in an M-shape, then he leaned in and examined my lower body closely. "Tell me, how many men have you been with before and after your marriage?" He played with my labia with his fingers, then inserted two fingers into my vagina, thrusting them in and out as he asked.
"Two."
"Impossible," he flicked my clitoris with his finger, and my body involuntarily curled up. "Your labia are so large and dark, how could you have only been with two men? Tell the truth, or you'll be punished."
"Oh, I really don't remember. Except for a few special ones, I don't remember exactly how many men I've been with."
Knowing he was an experienced man, I had no choice but to answer honestly.
"Let's talk about the special ones. First, tell me about your first man, you definitely remember that."
"My first man was a neighbor, an old man in his fifties, who seduced me when I was 13. Then there was my first love, my college classmate, and then my husband."
"Oh, all of that was before marriage, right? What about after marriage?"
"I only remember cheating on my best man with me on our wedding night, then having sex with two of my husband's friends, and then playing the swapping game with my husband."
"Ha, you're really slutty! You've been with so many men!" Saying that, he slapped my vulva hard, making my juices splatter and causing me to scream. I thought to myself, if I wasn't slutty, how could I be tied up here and played with like this?
"In that case, I'm going to teach you a lesson. Turn over and lie face down!" Saying that, he took out a leather whip from his bag and stood behind me. "Tell me, how many men have you been with in total?"
"Let's say 20."
"Okay, I'll whip you 20 times, you count it yourself."
The whip struck my upturned buttocks repeatedly, it really hurt. I didn't know why I had to come here to endure this stranger's toying, whipping, and verbal humiliation, and tears welled up again. But my lower body was also uncooperatively wet, and vaginal fluids streamed down my thighs.
"Alright, now you can serve me," he said, throwing away the whip, untying the ropes binding my hands, and removing the clamps from my nipples. My arms, now freed, felt a tingling, stinging pain from the rush of blood, which took a while to adjust to. Looking at the deep marks on my arms and the skin pierced by the fibers of the rope, I felt a pang of sadness.
Just as I was kneeling before him, diligently performing oral sex, my phone rang. I knew it was my husband calling, because before coming to see him, fearing something might happen, I had called him to tell him I was going to meet someone I met online and asked him to call me in two hours. My husband understood and didn't ask any further questions.
Just as I got up to answer the phone, he was about to climax, so he held my head tightly, preventing me from getting up, until he ejaculated all his semen into my mouth.
I hurriedly swallowed the slippery liquid, not even bothering to wipe the semen from the corner of my mouth. As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard my husband's anxious voice on the other end: "Hello, what's wrong? Where are you? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, don't worry, it's nothing. I just didn't hear the phone ring, I was eating, it's too noisy here. It's okay, it's okay."
"It's past 10 pm, why are you eating so late? Where are you? I'll come pick you up right away, it's getting late, you should go home."
"Oh, no need, no need, I'll be right back."
"No, I have to come pick you up, tell me where you are?"
I know my husband's temper, his mind can't be changed. I had no choice but to tell him the name of the hotel. After hanging up, I apologized to him, saying that I could only go this far for today, and my husband was coming to pick me up.
He seemed a little nervous after hearing my words, saying it was indeed getting late and he had to go home, then quickly got up and tidied his clothes. Seeing that he didn't seem quite satisfied, I felt a little apologetic, so I went over and kissed him, promising to make him enjoy himself properly next time. But I knew in my heart that maybe there wouldn't be a next time.
Back home, lying in my husband's arms, letting his warm hands caress my skin. He looked at the marks from being tied up on my arms, the several lacerations, the whip marks on my buttocks, and the cracked nipples, and said with heartache, "How can you not care about yourself at all? Look what he's done to you! It makes me so angry!"
My head rested on my husband's chest, my hand tightly gripping his hard penis, moving it up and down, and I sighed, replying, "I'm just cheap!"
The second story: Office
Affair. He'd been working in our office for a few weeks now, temporarily borrowed because one of the girls in our office was on maternity leave. He'd only been there a few days when he set his sights on me, always coming over to chat me up.
I told my husband about it, and his comment was: "There's always something to harass someone about; flies don't land on eggs without cracks." He told me to tone it down and not make a scene in the office.
I thought to myself, "Your wife was harassed by someone, and you're blaming her? Where's the justice?" Seeing his nonchalant attitude, as if he supported M's actions, I thought, "Fine, since you won't stand up for your wife, then I'll give you one."
Gradually, through my interactions with M, I realized he was a decent man. Although a few years younger than me, he was mature, meticulous and serious at work, and considerate towards women; his gentle
, charming manner wasn't unpleasant. Of course, I knew his intentions; my body was his ultimate goal. To respond to his teasing and harassment, I started wearing more revealing clothes to work, such as short, tight skirts, black stockings, and low-cut shirts that subtly revealed my lace bra.
M immediately noticed the change in my clothing. He approached me more frequently, often finding extremely vulgar excuses to chat by my desk and secretly peeking at my breasts through my neckline.
But, I don't know if he's just timid or if he didn't understand my feelings, several weeks passed, and he didn't take any further action. He neither invited me out to dinner nor secretly touched my body in the office. It seems I have to be more proactive.
That day, as I walked past his desk, I deliberately tossed him a pencil. He looked up at me, and I gestured outside, indicating he should come with me. Seeing him slowly following behind me, I walked to the elevator, pointed upwards, and went in first. When we got to the top floor, I went down one floor via the fire escape and waited for him in a secluded spot.
M was quite clever; he followed me to the top floor and seemed to know I was at the fire escape. But when he entered the stairwell and didn't see me, he called out softly, "Sister Yuan."
I peeked out from downstairs and waved to him, and he quickly ran down. Without saying a word, I threw myself into his arms and said reproachfully, "Why do you keep bothering me?" He didn't answer, but just held me tightly and kissed me passionately. My tongue swirled in his mouth, while his hands vigorously kneaded my breasts. After a while, he pressed my shoulders down, and I knew what he wanted to do, so I knelt down in front of him. His
back was against the wall, his lower abdomen thrust forward, panting as he enjoyed my oral service. In just a moment, he ejaculated into my mouth. He looked down at me, quickly pulled his penis back into his pants, and said breathlessly, "Come to my place after work."
When we got to his house, I realized it was his newly renovated apartment. He carried me directly to his wedding bed, telling me I was the first woman to sleep in this bed. I never imagined I'd be a bride again.
That night, he didn't let me go home, taking me again and again, from head to toe, he fucked me every inch of me. Later, I kept pestering him, not letting him sleep, until he cried out, "Good sister, please forgive me!" I asked, "Will you dare to use those lame excuses to cling to me again?"
He repeatedly said, "No, no, I won't dare to bother you anymore."
The next day, I called my husband and told him that I had gotten rid of that fly, and he wouldn't dare to land on a cracked egg again.
Third story: Oral sex toy
! I don't know what happened, maybe I was bewitched, but I actually served as our boss's oral sex toy for a whole year.
At the company's New Year's Eve party last year, my usually stern boss suddenly acted out of character. While dancing with me, he gripped my hand tightly, pinched my waist and buttocks, and pulled me into his arms. There were many people there, and I didn't want to make a scene and embarrass him. Besides, it was noisy everywhere, and probably no one noticed his unusual behavior. Besides, my boss is a good person; maybe he was just drunk. In short, he harassed me that day, and I acquiesced to his harassment.
After returning to work from the holiday, one day near the end of the workday, my boss suddenly called and asked me to come to his office. He didn't say anything, and I didn't ask anything either, so I took the elevator upstairs to his office. Before leaving my office, I subconsciously took out a mirror from my drawer and tidied my appearance. When I
arrived at his office, the door was open, and the secretary who usually sat in the outer room was nowhere to be seen. The door to the inner room was ajar. Since the boss had called personally, I didn't wait for the secretary to return. I went straight to the ajar door and knocked lightly twice. Seeing no response, I waited a few seconds, then pushed the door open a little and looked inside. The large office was empty, and the luxuriously decorated room exuded an air of authority and solemnity.
Just as I was about to close the door and leave, I heard my boss's voice: "Come in and close the door properly."
It turned out there was a suite of rooms inside the office, and the voice was coming from there. I followed his instructions, went into the room, and closed the door. That door was automatic; once closed, it locked automatically and couldn't be opened from the outside. I hesitated, wondering whether to enter the suite (the door was open), when the boss said, "Why don't you come in?"
I cautiously entered the suite; the thick carpet silenced my footsteps. A large double bed stood in one corner of the room. I saw the boss sitting on a large leather sofa, reading a book, without looking up at me. "Boss, I'm here. Is there anything I can do?" I asked softly, a little resentful. Did the boss have to act so high and mighty? But I couldn't show any displeasure. The
boss looked up at me, put down his book, and stood up. "Hmm, you look even better today than the day you danced."
"Thank you, boss."
"Alright, I have something for you to do today. Listen to me. If you're willing, do it; if not, go back to work and don't mention it again. If you're willing, consider it extra work, and I'll give you a raise. Are you willing?"
"I'm willing. But… what do you want me to do?"
"Heh, if I'm not mistaken, you should know what I want you to do, right? Otherwise, why did you say you were willing?"
The boss was indeed shrewd. Actually, I guessed he probably wanted to have sex with me. First, he called me personally today, instead of having his secretary do it; second, his secretary wasn't outside, and he was sitting in the suite with the double bed. If it was about assigning work, he should have met me in his office outside. Thankfully, this boss wasn't unpleasant. He was a returned overseas student, holding a PhD from a prestigious American university—a very knowledgeable and cultured man. He wasn't very tall, only slightly taller than me at 1.64 meters. He was about 20 years older than me, and although he was in his early fifties, he maintained a very good physique.
"Last summer, I saw you and M in the stairwell..." the boss said.
I understood. I recalled hearing a slight creak on the stairwell door that day, which I initially thought was just the wind. I didn't say anything more, walked straight to the boss, knelt down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his semi-erect penis. I hadn't expected that despite his small stature, his penis was so impressive—much larger than both M's and my husband's. I grasped his still-drooping penis, gently stroking it a few times, then skillfully retracted the foreskin, licking the glans and urethral opening with my tongue, tasting the salty fluid seeping out.
The man's penis in my hand quickly swelled, thick and full, filling my palm, the enormous glans glowing red, looking smug. I opened my mouth wide, trying to take as much as possible, but the huge glans already filled my mouth, so I could only swallow carefully, avoiding my teeth touching his tender flesh. Slowly, I adapted to his size, beginning to rhythmically stroke his penis with my lips and tongue, while my fingers gently probed and kneaded his scrotum and groin.
The man stood stiffly, groaning softly, his lower abdomen heaving back and forth with my rhythm, seemingly trying to insert his penis deeper into my mouth. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Go to bed and take off your clothes." As he spoke, he pulled his penis out of my mouth and took out two electric dildos, one thick and one thin, from the cabinet next to me.
Following my boss's instructions, I stripped naked and knelt on the bed with my buttocks raised. He walked behind me and first inserted two fingers into my vagina, slowly moving them in and out a few times, seemingly checking the level of lubrication. Then, he inserted a finger, covered in my vaginal fluid, into my anus and moved it slightly. After that, he inserted two dildos into my vagina and anus respectively. He turned them on, and the two dildos immediately began to vibrate inside my body, sending waves of pleasure directly to my heart, making me tremble all over. A tingling sensation spread from deep within my vagina and rectum throughout my entire body, and I couldn't help but scream a few times.
Then, keeping in a bent-over position to prevent the dildos from falling out of my body, I helped my boss undress as well, helped him lie down on the bed, and then knelt on his lower abdomen to continue giving him oral sex. This time, my boss played with my breasts with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other, pulling my head up and down, pushing the penis as deep as possible into my mouth, the glans almost touching my throat. Fortunately, my husband loves deepthroating and often trains me in it; otherwise, I definitely would have vomited on his bed. Under such intense stimulation from both above and below, my body became increasingly aroused. I felt my juices flowing down my thighs onto the bed, and my knees, kneeling on the bed, seemed soaked.
Just as I was secretly admiring my husband's incredible endurance, he suddenly shuddered, pressed his hands tightly against my head, and forced his penis against my throat, ejaculating a large amount of semen into my throat. I didn't have time to swallow; much of the semen flowed down his lip and onto his pubic hair, scrotum, and groin.
When he finally released me, I quickly lifted my head, hastily swallowed the last few drops of semen, and gasped for breath. Seeing the white, sticky semen on his stomach, I quickly knelt down again and diligently licked the semen clinging to his lower abdomen. Then, I lifted his legs and crawled into his groin to lick the semen clean from his perineum and anus.
When I crawled out from under the boss, I saw him smiling at me. Seeing me look up at him, the boss became serious and asked, "What day is it today?"
"Thursday."
"Okay, from now on, come to my office before you leave work on Thursday afternoons, if I'm there."
"Okay." I knew the boss was telling me to leave, so I quickly took the two dildos out of my lower body, got dressed, and left his office dejectedly. In the outer room, the boss's secretary, Xiao Yao, sat behind the computer. Seeing me, she casually greeted me, "Sister Yuan's here?" I gave a perfunctory reply and quickly left.
From that time on, I went to the boss's office at least once a week to give him oral sex, sometimes twice a week. However, what puzzled me was that he never actually had intercourse with me; that is, he never inserted his penis into my vagina or anus. Did he think of me as his Lewinsky? Or was he afraid I'd get pregnant and cling to him? Who knows!
Part Four: Married Life
Before and after marriage, my husband and I maintained a very passionate sex life. This was partly thanks to his generous and magnanimous nature, and partly thanks to my skill in creating a seductive atmosphere.
I was 32, and he was 35, the prime of our sexual lives. Coupled with his constant interrogation of me about my infidelity in bed, we were often on the verge of exploding with lust, so we were almost always immersed in passionate lovemaking.
In the evenings, after showering, I sat naked in my pajamas at the vanity in the bedroom, carefully applying face cream. Without turning around, I saw my husband naked in the mirror as he walked out of the bathroom. He was very proud of his tanned, strong, and tall body (he's 1.82 meters tall), so he frequently took the opportunity to show it off. I noticed his penis was erect.
Knowing I was admiring his naked body in the mirror, he proudly lay down on the large bed opposite the vanity, one hand holding his penis, slowly stroking it up and down. He closed his eyes, enjoying himself, probably thinking about some wicked things.
Every time I see my husband masturbating in front of me, I get excited, and I feel my lower body quickly become wet.
At this moment, my husband opens his eyes and looks at me, saying, "Come here, girl, I'm almost dead hard, and you're just standing there watching. Come on, darling, my cock is dying for your pussy." He moaned in a slightly hoarse voice.
Now my vulva is soaking wet, just like when he finger-fucking me or kisses my vulva.
I stood up from the dressing table, took off my pajamas and threw them on the floor, then climbed into bed.
We kissed passionately, my husband's fingers rubbing my clitoris, then easily sliding into my vagina.
"Oh, you're so wet, don't you really want me to fuck your cunt?" my husband murmured.
My husband rolled over and pinned me down, his hard penis immediately penetrating my vagina, then he started fucking me hard. I loved his vigorous movements!
"Tell me, what were you thinking when you were touching yourself just now?" I asked, kissing my husband's lips as he pounded on top of me.
“I miss you, I miss your little cunt,” he replied breathlessly.
“Wait a minute? Tell me honestly, which little woman are you thinking about? Are you thinking about Mrs. B?”
I met Mr. and Mrs. B when my husband took me to do a swapping session. The husband was 30 and the wife was 28, both of them petite. Mrs. B was about 1.55 meters tall. Because of her small frame, her plump body looked very slender. Her skin was as white as snow, and it was also tender and smooth. My husband said that this kind of woman's body was the most attractive to men. It felt good to hug, but she didn't look fat. Her white skin made people reluctant to touch her. So, ever since that swapping session, he couldn't stop thinking about Mrs. B.
On the contrary, I wasn't very interested in Mr. B because I liked tall and strong men. His 1.65-meter height was really not attractive to me. So, after that swapping session, I never agreed to my husband's suggestion to swap again. Instead, I became friends with Mrs. B and we went shopping and had coffee together a few times. Sometimes when we talked about it, she said her husband really liked me, and I told her she was my husband's dream girl, which made her giggle.
"Yeah, I really miss her. You don't want to play anymore, what a pity! That woman can make a man melt," my husband said with a hint of regret.
"Fine, you're fucking me, but you're thinking about other women! Fine, then get off me and go fuck her, let yourself melt into her!" I said, pinching my husband's butt hard.
"Ouch, be gentle," my husband cried, knowing I wasn't really angry, and continued, "She doesn't say 'fuck,' she says 'sex,' she always makes me 'sex' her hard, her cunt is really tight and wet."
We often said things like this during sex, which made our sex even more intense. Soon, we both reached orgasm.
I knew my husband really wanted to play the swapping game and fuck Mrs. B again, but my lack of enthusiasm made him a little frustrated. So, while the afterglow of the orgasm was still lingering in my body, and the crazy desire continued to thrill my heart, I suggested he invite Mrs. B alone. After all, he'd been cuckolded so many times without complaint; he deserved some compensation.
My husband, feigning modesty, said after hearing my suggestion, "How can that be? We should arrange it together. It's not right for me to arrange it alone, is it? Besides, this isn't what you, this 'jealous pot,' truly think."
"Alright, alright, you're secretly pleased, aren't you? Why say such insincere things? Let me tell you, as long as your soul isn't bewitched by that little vixen, I'll let you do whatever you want." "
That's for sure, my soul will always be with my wife."
A few days later, while I was at work, I received a call from my husband saying he'd arranged for Mrs. B to come over that afternoon. I said okay, you guys go home first, I'll be home after work.
When I got home, the two of them were making love passionately in the bedroom. Seeing me, Mrs. B blushed and greeted me, a little embarrassed, "Sister Yuan's back?"
"You little vixen! Seducing my husband while I was away!" I said angrily.
"Don't give me that! Your husband told me it was your idea. I haven't even settled accounts with you for being tricked by you two, and you're already turning the tables on me."
"Hehe, well, you two have your fun then," I said, sitting on the stool in front of the dressing table, watching the two making love on the bed. My husband was tall and strong, with a bronze complexion; Mrs. B was petite with snow-white skin. My husband was on top of her, like a powerful brown bear on a lamb—the stark contrast was incredibly stimulating. That time when I swapped partners with them, it was this scene that brought me to orgasm, not my husband's penis. Now, I felt my pleasure rapidly gathering inside me.
Then, my husband turned Mrs. B over, making her lie face down on the bed with her hands and knees supporting her body. He entered her from behind. The sounds of their lovemaking were loud, a cacophony of flesh colliding, the squelching of her juices, and her gasps and moans.
"Oh, baby, you're so tight and wet!" my husband cried out passionately.
I stripped off my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and crawled under Mrs. B, licking the juncture of their genitals. One hand caressed Mrs. B's breasts, while the other rubbed my own clitoris. With our combined efforts, Mrs. B soon reached two orgasms, collapsing onto the bed trembling. My husband withdrew from her, pulled off the condom, and inserted his still-erect penis into my vagina, thrusting vigorously until he ejaculated inside me.
Afterward, my husband lay exhausted on the bed. Mrs. B and I lay on either side of his lower abdomen, taking turns sucking on his penis, cleaning off the semen and vaginal fluids. Then, the three of us lay motionless in bed, quietly experiencing our own feelings.
The fifth story:
The day I got my belly button pierced, I suddenly had a whim and told my husband I wanted to get one. He replied dismissively, "You're over 30, why do you want to do that kind of thing like young girls? Aren't you being a little dramatic?" "No, I'm going. You'll come with me!" "Okay, whatever."
The reason for this sudden idea was seeing Xiao Xin, who works in my office, get a belly button piercing. She looked so pretty and sexy, it immediately attracted me. I thought, if I had that, I'd have another excuse to brag about when I'm making love with my husband. Actually, it's not a belly button piercing, more like a belly button stud, because it's a small metal rod that goes through the skin of the belly button, with a small ball attached to each end. Xiao Xin gave me the business card of the piercing shop and kept urging me to get one, saying it would be a waste not to do it with my good skin and figure, etc., which made me feel quite flattered.
Following the address on the business card, my husband accompanied me to the tattoo and piercing shop on the fourth floor of a large shopping mall. The shop consisted of suites partitioned from a large room. Two receptionists sat in the outer room, along with a row of seats for customers to rest. I inquired further in the outer room, paid 160 yuan for the piercing, chose a platinum-quality belly button piercing, and paid another 480 yuan for the piercing itself. After waiting a while in the outer room, a receptionist led me into the inner room, while my husband waited in the outer room.
The inner room was much smaller than the outer room. Against the wall was a single bed, similar to an examination bed in a hospital emergency room, but higher than our bed at home, presumably for ease of operation. Next to the bed was an operating table with some instruments and medicine bottles. The man performing the piercing was a young man of about 25 or 26, with delicate features and fair skin. He had me lie down on the bed, lifted the hem of my shirt, loosened my belt, and pulled my pants down a bit.
"Your skin is so fair, and your belly button is so beautiful. You'll look even prettier after getting a ring," the young man complimented me while applying rubbing alcohol to my belly button.
"Does it hurt? I'm terrified of pain," I said.
"It won't hurt, it's okay. If you're afraid of pain, I can give you some anesthetic." He took a needle and syringe from a box on the operating table, drew up some anesthetic, and injected it into the skin of my belly button. After a short pause, he used a pair of metal forceps to clamp and lift the skin around my belly button, while using his other hand to pierce it with a thick needle. He then inserted the metal rod of the belly button ring I had chosen through the pierced skin. He released the forceps and attached two small metal balls, one large and one small, to the ends of the rod. Finally, he carefully wiped my belly button area with alcohol swabs, and he was done.
Throughout the entire process, I kept staring at his hands and face, my gaze a mixture of fear, worry, curiosity, and a hint of something more. He wore thin medical rubber gloves on his slender hands, and his large eyes were very focused beneath his thick, dark eyebrows. The moment he pierced my skin with the needle, I suddenly felt a heat in my lower abdomen, and my vaginal fluid immediately soaked the crotch of my pants. I felt like I was being deflowered for the first time, as if he had penetrated me again. This thought suddenly filled me with curiosity and affection for this young man.
"Okay, when you get home, try not to get your navel wet for 24 hours. If you have any problems, you can come back to me." After saying that, he packed up his equipment without looking up at me as I was getting dressed.
Two days later, I called him and said my wound was a little painful, and he wanted me to come to his place so he could take a look. I said I couldn't come during work hours, only after work. He told me he finished work at 5 pm, but he could wait for me. So, we agreed to meet at his place at 6:30 pm.
Actually, my wound wasn't a big problem; I just wanted to see him. When I arrived at his shop, the door was closed, so I knocked. He opened the door, and seeing no one in the outer room, I asked, "Where are the two receptionists?" "They've already left for the day; we close at five." "Oh, thank you for your help." "It's no trouble at all."
As I followed him into the inner room, I suddenly felt my whole body tremble, and my heart pounded. He put on rubber gloves, had me lift my shirt, and carefully examined my navel. He then told me there was absolutely nothing wrong, just a little redness that would go away in a couple of days. Then, he softly said, "Actually, you'd look really pretty with a nipple ring."
My lower abdomen suddenly felt hot again, but seeing his expressionless face, I didn't know if he was trying to drum up business or flirting with me, so I replied, "I don't know if I'd be suitable for a nipple ring."
"Then let me take a look, okay?" He stood in front of me, looking down into my eyes.
Now I was sure he was flirting with me. So, even after getting my navel pierced, he was thinking about me too. It seems we really are on the same wavelength. I pretended to be reserved as I slowly unbuttoned my clothes, took off my outer garment, and then reached behind my back to unhook my bra, then thrust my breasts forward for him to see.
"Oh, your nipples are so beautiful, so small, so red, and your breasts are so big, so perky, they're so beautiful." He looked at them, then stroked them with his gloved hand, and then rubbed my nipples with his fingers. This was no longer an examination, it was practically toying.
But I didn't refuse, standing there stiffly and letting this man play with me. My panties were wet again, I trembled a little, my body swayed, and I reached out to hug his arm. By this time, he had taken off his gloves, and his hands were brazenly kneading my breasts, then he simply lay on my chest and sucked on my nipple.
"Oh, oh... I, I also want you to help me see if I'm suitable for a labia ring." I moaned, holding his head as I murmured.
He understood what I meant, of course, and without saying a word, he lifted me onto the examination table, then, ignoring my resistance (of course, I had to be reserved), pulled down my pants. He laid me flat on the bed, naked, spread my legs, and carefully examined my vulva. I was a little embarrassed because I was already very wet. I trembled all over, my body becoming increasingly aroused under his gaze.
He didn't take off his clothes, but simply unzipped his pants, pulled out his already erect penis, rubbed it with his glove, and then thrust it hard into my body. So, he stood by the bed, I lay on the bed, and we began to make love wildly. After the first ejaculation, he didn't withdraw, but leaned down and kissed me. After resting for a moment, he straightened up again and began to thrust fiercely once more. This time he lasted a long time before ejaculating into my body a second time.
The sixth story: Sexual Harassment
by My Father-in-Law. The year I married my husband, I was 25 and he was 28. Because my husband was a very filial son, after the marriage, to avoid making his parents feel lonely, we temporarily lived with them. Fortunately, their house was large, a duplex unit with four bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, nearly 250 square meters, so the two of us didn't feel crowded. On the contrary, if we weren't living there, the elderly couple would definitely feel the house was too empty.
My father-in-law was 54 years old, as robust as a gymnast, while my mother-in-law, the same age, looked older, rather plump, and had many more wrinkles than him. From the first time I visited my husband's family four years ago, my father-in-law was very welcoming, always offering me food and drink, often patting my back or putting his arm around my shoulder like a father. Although I felt a little uncomfortable, I assumed he was trying to please me for his son, and thus tolerated his flirtatious behavior.
After moving in together, I spent even more time with my father-in-law. My husband, my father-in-law, and I all had to work, so our time together was mainly after work. This particular day was a weekend, and the night before, there was thunder and lightning, followed by a torrential downpour. My husband and I took advantage of the thunder and rain to make love vigorously until my husband was too exhausted to get an erection, and we finally fell into a deep sleep. Around 7 a.m., my husband was still fast asleep, and I vaguely sensed something was amiss.
I always like to sleep on my stomach, with my head buried in the pillow. That day, I was wearing a sheer nightgown, without a bra or panties underneath. Who knows when my husband might want me, so I'm always prepared for him. In my hazy state, I felt a hand sliding across my exposed thigh; the hem of the nightgown had been pulled up to my buttocks. At first, I thought it was my husband, but then I heard his heavy breathing; he was still fast asleep, so it clearly wasn't him.
Suddenly, I realized it was probably my father-in-law's hand caressing my thigh, and a thousand thoughts rushed through my mind. I was embarrassed and agitated; I wanted to turn away from his caress, yet I also wanted to stay awake and see what he would do next. At this point, I was fully awake, but I had to pretend to be asleep. I couldn't make a sound, because if word got out, my whole family would be unable to face our neighbors and relatives.
Moreover, my father-in-law was a powerful and reputable public official; anything dishonorable would affect him.
So, I could only remain silent, keep my body still, and try my best to appear asleep. Moreover, I had a subconscious urge to explore and find out what my father-in-law was going to do to me.
Slowly, his hand continued to caress my thighs. My husband was sleeping soundly beside me, like a dead pig, completely oblivious to the fact that his wife was being violated by his own father. His hand moved to my buttocks, gently rubbing my cleft, his fingertips even lightly touching my labia. His touch made me tremble involuntarily, and he immediately stopped, cautiously checking if I was awake. I was incredibly nervous, but my vulva was involuntarily wet. My father-in-law's caresses filled me with both excitement, fear, and humiliation.
He seemed to notice the change in my body; his hand touched my labia more intentionally or unintentionally, sometimes even touching my clitoris, or lightly inserting his fingers into my vagina. I felt his fingers were definitely covered in vaginal fluid. He played with me like this for about five more minutes before reluctantly leaving quietly. Just then, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing; it was probably my mother-in-law returning from buying breakfast that morning.
After getting up, I tried to act as if nothing was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to look my father-in-law in the eye, afraid he would see through my thoughts. After breakfast, everyone else had left, and I was clearing the dishes from the table when my father-in-law came over again and asked me to go to his bedroom. I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't think of a reason, so I went with him. When we got to the bedroom, it was just the two of us. He looked into my eyes and asked with concern, "You look very tired?"
I was startled, feeling guilty, thinking he was implying that my husband and I had made love passionately the night before, so I didn't know how to answer. I looked back at him and noticed him looking me up and down with an ambiguous gaze, which made me even more flustered. At this moment, he took out 20,000 yuan from the drawer and said, "Take this money and buy some clothes or something." I tried to argue and refuse, but he firmly interrupted me, saying, "Just take it. Why are you being so polite with me?" After saying that, he forced the money into my hand and walked out of the bedroom.
Actually, my in-laws often give us money to spend and often buy us things, but this time I felt something was off. Was he bribing me? Or was he afraid I would tell about what happened this morning and shut me up? Or was he laying the groundwork for him to harass me further in the future? I couldn't figure it out at all. Never mind him, I'll keep the money for now, but I can't let my mother-in-law and husband know.
A few weeks later, one weekend afternoon, my husband drove his mother to his daughter's house to see her grandson, leaving only my father-in-law and me at home. That day, I was cleaning the house, covered in dust and sweat, and coincidentally, my shower in the bathroom was broken and hadn't been repaired yet. My father-in-law then asked me to take a shower in the bathroom in his bedroom. I still wanted to refuse, but I couldn't think of a reason to, because I really needed to take a shower. Frankly, I also felt a bit ambiguous, subconsciously even hoping something would happen. So, I followed him upstairs to his bedroom. Once
inside, my father-in-law gestured for me to take a shower while simultaneously dialing my husband's number on his phone. Seeing that he didn't seem to be making any inappropriate moves, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a slight disappointment.
Just as I stepped into the bathroom, before I even had a chance to undress, my father-in-law suddenly squeezed through the door, phone in hand. I was about to scream when he put a finger to my lips, signaling me to be quiet, and then began speaking into the phone. I knew he was calling my son, my husband, so I dared not speak, because how embarrassing it would be if my husband found out I was with his father in the bathroom. So, I could only silently listen to their conversation.
Husband: Dad, where are you calling me from?
Father-in-law: Oh, I'm in the bathroom.
Husband: Oh, why are you calling me? Is something wrong?
My father-in-law grabbed me, his arms wrapped around my body, and began unbuttoning my clothes. I tried to resist, but he was too strong, and I was afraid my husband would hear, so I didn't dare to make any violent movements.
Father-in-law: I said, when you come back, buy some fruit to take home.
Husband: Oh, what kind of fruit?
Father-in-law: Just buy some pineapples, big pineapples. (Father-in-law's hands rubbed my breasts; I knew he meant my large breasts by "big pineapples").
Husband: How many?
Father-in-law: (Holding my breasts) Buy two. Husband:
Just two? Father
-in-law: Of course. (Rubbing my breasts even harder) Two are enough.
Husband: Okay, do you want them bigger?
Father-in-law: Of course, bigger is better. (His hands rubbed my breasts harder again, then pinched and rubbed my nipples) Oh, right, son, buy some grapes too.
I realized he was telling my husband what fruit to buy based on the parts of my body. I felt both humiliated and shocked, but also incredibly excited. My father-in-law was talking to his son, my husband, while simultaneously harassing his daughter-in-law, my husband's wife. This experience felt like a dream.
Husband: Okay. Dad, anything else?
Father-in-law: Let me think... let's buy some more durians. (He yanked off my clothes and slipped his hand inside my underwear, caressing my vulva. I had just trimmed my pubic hair yesterday, and his touch made me feel itchy; my vulva was slippery with fluid seeping out. Father-in-law knew my body had surrendered to him. I closed my eyes and moaned softly.)
Husband: Oh, durian? I don't think they sell them at the market.
Father-in-law: Yes, I know, they're quite rare. (Now his fingers are searching for my clitoris; my vulva is already soaking wet.) You need to look carefully, you need to search hard to find it. (He found my clitoris through hard searching.) And you need to choose the ones with lots of juice.
(I almost laughed at his words, and he quickly gestured for me to be quiet.)
Husband: Of course, if you're going to buy them, you should buy the juiciest ones. Are we just buying these?
Father-in-law: (Now his hand is stroking my plump buttocks) No, we need to buy some other things too.
Husband: What do you want to buy?
Father-in-law: (He pushes me against the wall, makes me lean against it, stick my buttocks out, pulls down my skirt and underwear, and strokes my buttocks back and forth with his palm) We also need to buy a big watermelon, the kind that's sweet and juicy. I like big watermelons.
Husband: Okay.
Father-in-law: Okay, that's all.
At this point, I was already aroused by him and no longer cared about ethics or shyness. I reached back and grabbed his hard penis, which had somehow become exposed, and rubbed it haphazardly. Father-in-law's penis was very large, very thick and heavy, hot and hard, sticking out behind my buttocks.
Father-in-law: Oh, wait, son, buy another banana.
Husband: What? Just one? How can I buy that? They won't sell them. Father-
in-law: Hey, it's for Yuanyuan. One is enough for her, but it has to be a very thick and big one.
(As he spoke, he slowly inserted his hard, thick penis into my vagina.) She likes thick and big ones.
Husband: Okay, we really can't buy her too many, she's always hungry.
Father-in-law: Hmm, then you should buy two, so they won't refuse to sell to you.
I understood what my father-in-law meant; he was referring to his and my husband's two penises. At this moment, he began to thrust inside my vagina. I could feel the edges of his large glans scraping against my tender flesh, stimulating every nerve. This feeling was so wonderful. I became more and more excited amidst the incestuous humiliation and the stimulation that was different from my husband's, and my moans became uncontrollable. My father-in-law was afraid that my husband would hear my moans and the sounds of his ravaging my body, so he turned on the shower, and the rushing water immediately masked our sinful sounds. My father-in-law fucked me hard while reaching out to rub my breasts.
Husband: Okay, I'll hang up if there's nothing else, goodbye.
Father-in-law: Goodbye, remember to wash the fruit properly when you get back.
I know my father-in-law's last words were actually directed at me. He hung up the phone, placed it on the sink, and then focused intently on raping his daughter-in-law until he ejaculated into the vagina that should have been his son's. Afterward, he thoroughly washed and caressed me from head to toe before letting me go.
A month later, I discovered I was pregnant. Unable to determine whether the child was my husband's or my father-in-law's, I had to have an abortion. My husband and mother-in-law were very unhappy about this, as they both wanted me to have a child soon. Only my father-in-law vaguely knew why I wanted an abortion, so he firmly supported it, saying, "Young people shouldn't be in such a hurry. Focus on your work first; it's okay to have children later." Because of this, fearing further trouble, he didn't bother me for the two years from then until we moved out of his house. However, I often reminisced about the thrill of incestuous affairs, sometimes teasing my father-in-law in an exposed manner when no one was looking.
Years later, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and confessed this unspeakable experience to my husband one night after making love. He listened excitedly, hugged my naked body, and said, "You silly girl, why did you have an abortion? It's all part of the Lu family anyway."
"Stop talking nonsense. If it really was your father's child, would it call you 'Dad' or 'Brother' after it was born?"
The seventh story: Gang Rape in the Backseat of a Car.
He was a man I met at work, and we became friends, naturally sleeping together a few times. Every time we made love, he was never satisfied, so he said bitterly that he wanted to find several men to gang rape me. I laughed and encouraged him to go find them. He looked at me and asked, "Are you serious?" I looked at him and nodded seriously.
A few days ago, he called me and asked if I wanted to go out to dinner with him and his friends after work. I knew he really wanted to find others to gang rape me, so I joked that I didn't want to be intimate in his hatchback anymore; it gave me a headache. He laughed and said his friend had a spacious luxury SUV with an incredibly large back seat.
Hearing this, I felt an instant arousal, inwardly berating myself for being so lewd, but I was genuinely looking forward to meeting him, so I readily agreed.
That day, near the end of the workday, he called, saying he was waiting for me in the parking lot downstairs from our office building. I quickly tidied myself up and called my husband, telling him I had some social engagements and would be home late, and that he should eat by himself. My husband knew this man and knew we had been intimate, so he didn't ask many questions, just telling me to take care of myself.
In the parking lot, I saw him and three other men standing next to a large SUV, chatting and waiting for me. When he saw me arrive, he introduced me to his friends, who all greeted me warmly. One of the men eagerly opened the back door and invited me in. Sitting in the back seat, my stomach cramped, and I felt my face burning, especially when two strange men sat on either side of me; my heart pounded wildly.
He got into the driver's seat, and our car quickly drove away from the parking lot. As soon as the car started moving, the two men sitting next to me began to compliment me, saying how beautiful I was and how great my figure was. From their tone, it seemed they already knew about my relationship with him. Since I didn't dislike these two men, I didn't hold back in chatting with them. Soon, the conversation took an ambiguous turn, and they started joking about his hatchback, saying that there would definitely be no problem in that car. I knew they were implying that I had sex with him in his small car, and I also knew they wanted to have sex with me in this big car.
Sure enough, their words became more explicit. The man sitting to my left asked me, "Do you think your husband would be angry if he found out you went out with several men?"
"Probably not. My husband knows about what happened between you guys. I just called him, so don't try to harm me," I said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"How could we harm you? We'll only love you," the man on my right said, putting his arm around my shoulder and stroking my neck and back. The man on my left also started lifting my skirt and caressing my thighs.
I knew what was about to happen, and I felt incredibly nervous, yet also a little excited. I resisted the two men's hands that were groping my body, and feigned modesty as I called out to him, "Hey, are you just focused on driving? Aren't you going to keep an eye on your 'brothers' and let them molest me like this?"
"Heh, didn't you ask me to find you some men? Don't be shy, my brothers are all pretty good guys, they'll definitely satisfy you," he said, looking at me in the rearview mirror.
Hearing his words, I deflated instantly. I knew they had already planned it all; now I was meat on their chopping block, with no way to escape, completely at their mercy. But wasn't this my own doing? Wasn't this the crazy sexual fantasy I'd harbored for years, hoping to finally realize? How could I let these strange men play with me so easily? How could I debase myself to such an extent?
In the time I was in a daze, they had already lifted my skirt, pulled my pants down to the side, spread my legs wide, and were playing with my vulva with their fingers.
One man inserted three fingers into my body, "Oh, look, she's soaking wet. What a slut!" he said, as his fingers moved in and out of my vagina.
I was burning up and panting from his ministrations. I weakly pushed away his hands as he played with me, muttering, "You guys are so mean... let me go, you're making me... hurt... feel... good... let me go..."
"Heh, are you saying 'feel good' or 'let me go'?" he chuckled, driving ahead.
"You're still laughing? How can you bear to watch your woman being played with by your brothers?" I said bitterly.
"Hehe, brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes, it's no big deal if I lend my clothes to a few brothers!"
At that moment, the man to my left pulled out his hard penis. He made me stand up, holding onto the back of the seat in front of me, leaning forward through the gap between the two seats, sticking my bare buttocks up. Then he moved to the middle seat where I had been sitting, bent his knees, and leaned over my back, thrusting his hard penis into my vagina, which he had been fingering for a while.
My position was really awkward, and my location was extremely embarrassing. A strange man was fucking me hard from behind; the guy on my right in the back seat was kneading my breasts with one hand and fiddling with my navel piercing with the other; the man in the passenger seat was turning my head, which was resting on his shoulder, prying open my mouth and kissing me with his tongue. The three men's actions made me both excited and ashamed, and moans and vaginal fluids kept pouring out from between my lips.
The car stopped, but the men's rape and abuse did not stop. I peeked out through the windshield and saw that it was already dark outside. The car was parked in a field, and it seemed that we had arrived in the suburbs. The man who had been driving (cough, for the sake of convenience, let's call him A, the one in the passenger seat B, the one who was originally to my left C, and the one to my right D) told his friends to stop for a moment, and then he reclined the two front seat backs and the back seat backs as well, so that the seats were connected to form a large bed.
“Alright, you guys have had your fun, get out of the car, it’s my turn.” A said, shooing his friends off the car, then stripped off my shirt, pulled me onto the “bed,” and kissed me, saying, “Darling, I hope you’re not angry. I really wanted to help you fulfill your sexual fantasies. You always say you’ve never had a one-night stand, right? Today I’m going to satisfy your wish.” He unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and inserted it into my body.
I was already blinded by lust and couldn’t even speak to him, just holding him tightly as he ravaged my body. This time it took longer than ever, almost half an hour, before he ejaculated inside me. As soon as he withdrew, C immediately climbed into the car, complaining that A was too slow, flipped me over, spat on my anus, and then thrust his thick penis inside me.
“No, don’t do that, it will hurt a lot,” I quickly begged him.
“It’s okay, I’ll be careful. Besides, a slut like you has probably been anally fucked a long time ago, what are you afraid of?” he said, still pressing his hard penis against my anus.
I knew it was useless to say anything to such a beast, so I could only try to relax my muscles, spreading my buttocks apart with both hands, letting my sphincter relax and open as much as possible to welcome his invasion. Fortunately, his thrusting didn’t last long, and he quickly ejaculated into my rectum.
Next was B, who first made me give him oral sex, and then also violated my anus. Finally, D got in the car, and after penetrating all three of my vaginal cavities, he ejaculated into my mouth. Then, C got in the car and played with me again. In this way, the four men played with me for more than two hours, each of them ejaculating in my vagina and anus, before they drove me back to the city, satisfied.
I got home at about 10 p.m., and my husband asked a little strangely, “You’re back earlier than usual today, you usually don’t come back until after midnight when you’re out socializing.” Suddenly, my nose stung, and I wanted to cry. I finally managed to hold back and said to him, "Excuse me, could you cook me some instant noodles? I haven't eaten yet. I'm going to take a shower first." My husband was taken aback. Seeing my upset expression, he didn't ask any more questions and went to the kitchen.
In bed, I told my husband everything that had happened that night. He hugged me tightly and comforted me. He told me that it's just men's nature; once they get a woman, they no longer feel affection for her, especially those so-called "lovers." Their sweet talk is just to get women into bed, and once they've got her, they rarely have the patience to please her anymore.
“Originally, I thought it would be exciting and satisfy both my body and mind. But I felt terrible. Although my body still felt a lot of stimulation, especially when they took turns ejaculating inside me, I couldn't bear being played with by strange men like this. I felt disgusting and ashamed.” I said, nestled in his arms. “Now, I feel that no temptation is as safe and secure as your embrace. I'm going to break off all contact with A. I had hoped he would be a loving lover, but he doesn't cherish me at all.”
However, I couldn't keep my promise. When A called me again, I inexplicably went to meet him again. From then on, I willingly became their sex toy. The four men would invite me out every now and then, either together or alone. The locations for our lovemaking expanded from the back seat of a car to fields, their offices, someone's house, and hotel rooms. C even twice secretly took me to be swapped with other couples behind everyone's back. In the hotel room, he treated me as his "wife" and gave me to strange men to play with, while he raped other men's wives (maybe they were imposters?) on the bed next to him. Last Christmas Eve, the four of them invited me to a Christmas party at a hotel, and then gang-raped me in that hotel room all night.
Eighth article: Honeymoon
Trip Every time we travel, something unexpected always happens. Perhaps it's because when we arrive in a strange place, we always unconsciously let go of our inner shackles and outward masks.
After we got married that year, we used our honeymoon to travel with my husband and enjoy our carefree life as a couple.
Unlike others who like to go to big cities and scenic spots, we both prefer quiet, simple, remote, and natural rural towns, where we can escape the hustle and bustle of the crowds. Of course, we can also play our games as a couple without worry.
We took a train first, then a bus, and finally arrived at this simple town nestled in the mountains. Nestled in a mountain valley, on a flat area, are scattered buildings with a distinct local style. A clear stream flows along the edge of the town, creating a truly picturesque scene of green mountains and clear waters, with incredibly fresh air. I
never expected to find a well-equipped little hotel in such a mountain town. Although it only has two floors and about 20 rooms, I was surprised to find that each room had a bathroom with access to the mountain's hot springs. After putting down my backpack, I immediately rushed into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and indulged in the soothing caress of the clear, natural spring water. A little while later, my husband came in completely naked. He carefully washed my body and then gently made love to me.
After showering, my husband made me change into an extremely short denim skirt, over which I wore a thong that barely covered my private parts, and a revealing tank top with no bra underneath; my long, white legs were bare, and I wore strappy flat sandals. Then he dragged me out to stroll around the town. I knew what my husband was thinking; he wanted to play the exhibitionist game with me again.
The setting sun cast its last rays through the green shade of the mountains. Although it was summer, the temperature in the mountains was several degrees lower than in the city, and a gentle breeze made the heat feel nothing like the city heat. We strolled leisurely along the town's only main street, glancing left and right at the few shops and restaurants. Actually, to the townspeople, I was more like a moving spectacle. Wherever we went, men and women alike stared and pointed. I knew they were interested in my revealing clothes and sexy body. These looks aroused me, and I couldn't help but feel aroused.
My husband led me into a small restaurant. It was crowded, the small space packed with locals eating and drinking. It seemed to be the only place in this small town where people could relax; the men often sat there eating, drinking, chatting, and playing cards. When we entered, everyone stared at me, their eyes wide. Frankly, my beauty and sex appeal always attracted attention.
We finally found two empty seats at a table. My husband and I sat with three middle-aged local men, my back pressed against the back of a man at another table. My husband chatted with the three men at his table, asking about local customs and traditions. My attention, however, was focused on my back. After I sat down, a hand began to subtly caress my buttocks. A moment later, I felt my skirt being pulled up to my waist, almost exposing my entire backside. Just as I was about to make a sound, my husband stepped on my foot, preventing me from causing a commotion.
A lewd atmosphere gradually filled the room. Although the men were still loudly drinking and chatting, their eyes were fixed on my body. The three men opposite me, while unable to see my buttocks, could see my erect nipples and most of my breasts through my tank top. This scene made me feel tense and embarrassed, but also excited and thrilled. A scene from an American Western immediately flashed through my mind: a woman being gang-raped by a group of burly cowboys in a bar in a remote town.
Fortunately, the local customs were simple and honest, and my husband's presence emboldened me. After quickly finishing our meal, I grabbed my husband's hand and ran out of the small restaurant. Back in the hotel room, I eagerly stripped my husband naked, pushed him onto the bed, straddled him, and immediately began a frenzied lovemaking until he could no longer get an erection.
The next day, we slept in late, waking up after 10 a.m. I woke my husband, we ate something at the hotel, and then dragged my still-complaining, tired husband up the mountain. The tranquil, lush green scenery on the mountain gradually cheered my husband up. He encouraged me to take off my clothes, saying we should capture my most natural and beautiful image in nature. Just as I was posing and striking poses, I suddenly saw a boy appear behind my husband who was taking pictures of me. He had a clear view of my naked body.
"Ah!" I screamed and quickly crouched down, covering my private parts with my hands. Hearing my scream, my husband turned around and saw the child standing there dumbfounded. He quickly relaxed from his tension. He said to me, "Don't make a fuss, don't scare the child," and turned to walk towards the child. The child was about to run away when my husband grabbed him, saying, "Little brother, don't run away, don't be afraid, I want to say a few words to you."
The child stopped, still looking at my husband nervously.
"What are you doing?"
"Gathering pig feed for the family."
"Oh, how old are you?"
"16 years old."
"Oh, is that your Chinese age? Is it 15?" My husband and I both knew that children in rural areas usually use the Chinese age system.
"Why aren't you in school?" my husband continued.
"Yes, I am. It's Sunday today."
"What grade are you in?"
"Sixth grade."
My husband and I both knew that children in the mountains usually start school late due to poverty and inconvenient transportation. It seemed this child was 10 years old when he started elementary school. By this time, I was already dressed, and my husband asked me to take a piece of chocolate from my backpack and give it to the child so we could continue chatting.
"We're tourists from out of town, and we wanted to take some photos. Sometimes in the city, people take nude photos like this, so don't be nervous, okay?"
The child held the chocolate in his hand, not eating it, and looked at me, saying, "I know you. Last night, my uncle said a slut came to town, with her two white breasts sticking out."
Oh, I think his uncle must have seen me at the small restaurant yesterday afternoon, maybe one of the three men sitting across from me. Thinking this, I was amused by his words. "Little brother, sometimes people in the city dress like this. Have you ever seen a woman's breasts?" I asked him using his name, a little teasing.
My husband knew what I was thinking. He glared at me, his eyes calling me a shameless slut, then said to the little boy, "Your uncle isn't as good as you. He only saw my sister's breasts, but you saw her whole body. Do you want to touch my sister's breasts?"
I pushed my husband away, meaning to tell him not to go too far. Instead of stopping, he came over and pulled open my collar, exposing my breasts, saying, "Come on, little brother, touch them." As he spoke, he rubbed my breasts as if demonstrating.
The boy hesitated a lot, but the allure of a woman's breasts was probably too great for him. He finally came over, timidly reaching out and grabbing a handful of my breasts. Then, he grabbed another handful, and then squeezed my breasts hard, rubbing them vigorously. Although the boy was young, his palms were already very rough. The rough lines of his palms and fingertips rubbed against my tender flesh, and his caresses were even more stimulating than my husband's. I kind of liked this kind of stimulation, so I straightened my chest and let the two men rub my chest.
At this moment, the child's breathing became rapid, and the front of his shorts bulged noticeably. My husband whispered in my ear, "Aren't you going to eat this virgin? Don't miss this opportunity!" As he spoke, he stimulated my breasts even more vigorously.
Stimulated by my husband's and the child's hands, I became somewhat dazed and unconsciously reached out to rub the child's genitals. I felt that although the child's penis was not large, it was very hard, like a newly sprouted twig. I was very curious about what a virgin boy was like. Although I had been with many men, I had never experienced a virgin boy, and I really wanted to have such an experience. Thinking about it, I used my strength and pulled down the child's shorts. Children in the countryside are not particular; he was only wearing that pair of shorts, and once it was taken off, his little thing was completely exposed.
It was such a cute little thing! It was absolutely different from an adult man's penis; a few pubic hairs had just grown at the base, surrounding a white little fleshy rod, much prettier than the dark and ugly thing of an adult man. His glans was still covered by the foreskin, with only a tiny glimpse of it peeking out from the wrinkled opening. I gently pulled back the foreskin, revealing the pink, swollen glans with difficulty. Immediately, a pungent smell of urine wafted out; it seemed the boy didn't bathe often, and his phimosis had allowed dirt to accumulate inside.
It took five wet wipes to clean the smegma from the boy's glans and the foreskin. Then I grasped the small, hard thing and slowly began to stroke it. After only a few strokes, the boy began to tremble, and I quickly pinched the base of his penis to stop him from ejaculating. Then, I stroked it a few more times, seeing that his glans was completely moistened by the secretions seeping from the urethral opening, and then
I opened my mouth and took the cute little thing in. But after only a few sucks, his semen gushed out uncontrollably, covering my mouth.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself, I peed in your mouth," the boy murmured fearfully.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's my fault," I swallowed the semen in my mouth and quickly comforted him, thinking to myself that I'd hit the jackpot—the first time in my life I'd tasted a virgin's semen.
After helping him pull up his pants, my husband and I chatted with him again. From his story, we learned that his name was Xiao Jian, his parents had gone to work in another city, and he lived with his uncle. His uncle was 46 years old and, due to disability and poverty, had never married. Yesterday, he happened to be sitting behind me and took the opportunity to stroke my buttocks. This was also the first time in his life he had ever touched such a beautiful and vibrant woman's body.
“Xiao Jian, here’s twenty yuan. Take it to buy books for school or something. Also, we’re staying at a hotel in town. You know which hotel, right? Okay, go home and tell your uncle to invite him to come to our room with you tonight. Just tell him, don’t tell anyone else! Make sure you come, we’re waiting for you!” My husband said this to the boy as we parted.
I knew what my husband meant. I wanted to stop him, but I also craved that kind of adventure. After dark that night, the uncle and nephew came to our room as promised. Xiao Jian’s uncle was very kind. To thank my husband for the twenty yuan, he brought us a lot of walnuts, mushrooms, and herbs that were said to improve male sexual performance.
That night, in front of my husband, I made his bride the first woman in the lives of the one-legged farmer uncle and the naive country boy Xiao Jian. Our four-person sexual adventure continued until the next morning.

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