The young woman next door and her sister

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My family bought an apartment on the 13th floor of a 15-story building. There are six apartments on each floor, all located along a T-shaped corridor about two meters wide. Exiting the elevator and turning right leads to a longitudinal corridor, then a short walk to the stairwell (which is usually locked). A few more steps further on are the first two apartments on the floor, including ours, with our doors facing each other. Further on is a transverse corridor, with the remaining four apartments evenly distributed at either end.
We weren't the first to move in; three apartments moved in, one at each end of the transverse corridor and the one across from us. After living there for a while, we noticed that the apartment across from us was occupied by a man and a woman. The man, in his forties and a local resident, wore glasses and seemed rather dull. The woman, under 30, was from out of town; it was a case of an older man and a younger woman, and they were clearly mismatched.
One morning, I went downstairs to buy breakfast. As soon as I opened the door, I saw this woman wearing a pair of red-trimmed, white-based briefs with cartoon patterns. She was about to put the trash bag by the door when I bumped into her. She immediately widened her eyes upon seeing me, gave a slightly amused, surprised look, and slipped back inside.
Instantly, I realized she possessed not only the charm of a young woman but also the playful cuteness of a girl. In that instant, an indelible seed of lust was planted in my heart
. The property management in our neighborhood doesn't allow residents to put clotheslines outside their windows, saying it affects the overall aesthetics. I'm too lazy to hang my simple clothes on the roof, so I bought a standing clothesline and placed it in the spacious hallway. A few days later, I discovered that she had done the same, putting one in the hallway as well.
One morning, I heard a noise outside. Looking through the peephole, I saw her hanging clothes in the hallway. Unfortunately, this time she wasn't wearing briefs; instead, she was wearing a silk slip dress, which was equally alluring.
My heart was itching to look, and on a whim, I grabbed two pieces of clothing, soaked them slightly in water, put them in a basin, picked up a clothes hanger, and opened the door. She immediately turned around and looked at me. Our eyes met, and since I was prepared, I immediately feigned surprise, then smiled slightly, putting her at ease. She immediately returned the smile generously, and we went about our own business.
Although the aisle was spacious, the two of us and the two clothes hangers made it feel cramped. In this empty yet crowded environment, my heart naturally began to stir, and I couldn't help but observe her more closely.
She was around thirty and very well-maintained. Her graceful S-shaped curves were partially revealed by her long silk dress. Her fair skin was taut on her small, palm-sized face. Her pale red, willow-leaf eyebrows and bright, clear eyes were framed by a row of slightly upturned eyelashes. Her cherry-like lips were slightly pouting, as if she were constantly seducing you, making you want to lean in and kiss her. She was petite, well-proportioned, and curvaceous, exuding a seductive charm. She was like a bewitching and clever little fox.
As I looked at her, I felt my body getting hotter and hotter, my blood rushing to my head. Unable to resist, I pretended to hang up my clothes and slowly ran the back of my hand over her buttocks. The silk nightgown covering her full body felt wonderful to the touch. Her two full buttocks were smooth and soft, and the deep indentation where I rubbed against her buttocks gave off endless fantasies. The undulating sensation made my blood boil, and I felt so good that I wanted to scream.
After a moment of ecstasy, I glanced at her and saw that she seemed perfectly normal, unaware of anything amiss. My courage grew.
Then she bent her knees again, sticking out her plump buttocks to reach for the clothes in the basin. Her full, round buttocks and the outline of her small, tight panties were fully revealed. I was already driven by lust and completely out of control. I eagerly pulled out my hard penis and rubbed it against her raised buttocks again, using my most sensitive glans to gently stroke her soft, round buttocks without her noticing, leaving the oozing semen on it. Seeing the wet scratches on her buttocks and imagining the intimate contact between my naked penis and her plump buttocks, this time the pleasure was so intense that I not only wanted to scream, but I also began to tremble.
This clandestine brushing felt incredibly lewd, incredibly obscene, incredibly tense and exciting. My already rock-hard penis trembled violently for a few seconds as if electrocuted by the brush against my buttocks.
I knew this was because the extreme tension and excitement inside me made my brain mistakenly believe I was about to ejaculate, but my penis didn't receive effective friction, resulting in a kind of "empty ejaculation." I don't know if any of you readers have ever experienced this, but I've had it a few times, though never during intimacy with a woman. In short, it was the incredibly lewd, clandestine stimulation and the undeniable softness and smoothness that caused this reaction.
After I calmed down a bit, I realized she hadn't noticed anything either (later, when I asked her, she said she thought it was a clothes hanger; I was devastated!).
In the days that followed, I repeatedly relived every detail of that moment, regretting why I hadn't secretly inserted my penis into her buttocks, lifted her skirt, and suddenly thrust inside her, imagining her being unknowingly penetrated. Countless fantasies, countless mental rehearsals, made me feel an inexplicable excitement and impulse whenever I saw her.
Once, she asked to borrow the key to the rooftop balcony door (because they were hanging an advertising sign and some construction materials on the roof, and they were afraid people outside would steal them, so it was locked). I didn't know where it was, but I diligently searched my house for it, even calling my parents to ask where it was. When I found it and gave it to her, she thanked me profusely.
From then on, we would greet each other with smiles whenever we met. I would even strike up a conversation with her, and when I heard the music playing in her house, I would deliberately say it was nice, asking her what song it was if I didn't know the title. We gradually became more familiar with each other, and I discovered that she was a bit absent-minded and somewhat absent-minded, which made me feel that my chances were getting bigger and bigger.
Once, we bumped into each other in the elevator, and she mentioned that her computer was slow. I told her she should reinstall the system, and I could help her with it, which she gratefully agreed to.
I thought my opportunity had finally arrived. I was incredibly excited when I first went to her house. I helped her install the system, asked for her QQ number, and was always ready to act at the right moment.
Because of the previous secret touch and my numerous fantasies, coupled with my impatience, I didn't seize the right opportunity. I rashly and secretly hugged her from behind, pressing my penis against her buttocks. She felt like a soft, boneless ball of flesh, but as I hugged her, I felt her whole body tremble. I immediately knew she was frightened.
She immediately struggled, saying, "What are you doing? Let go or I'll scream!"
Seeing her face flushed red, her hands covering her chest, and her terrified eyes staring at me, I felt a chill run down my spine. I instantly calmed down, instinctively letting go and hastily apologizing. This was completely unexpected; the tension and panic left me helpless.
Seeing my nervousness, she knew I wouldn't continue my recklessness, and she calmed down considerably. Although her expression was still angry, her tone softened. Of course, she didn't say anything else, just told me to leave.
Back home, I hurriedly messaged her on QQ, telling her that I truly liked her and longed for her, but I never intended to hurt her. I had acted impulsively and done something foolish. I was willing to do anything to make up for the hurt I caused her.
But she didn't reply with a single word. Afterwards, she deliberately avoided my gaze whenever she saw me, completely ignoring me. I felt like I had been plunged into the deepest hell, and gradually, I gave up.
Next, I became addicted to online games to pass the time and distract myself from everything else.
On the afternoon of May 12, 2008, while still engrossed in my game, I suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. This was the first time I'd ever felt this way, and I thought I was seriously ill. I immediately got up to go to bed and rest, but as I took my first step, I found I couldn't even stand. I quickly grabbed the table next to me, completely bewildered and panicking.
After a while, I calmed down and realized the building was swaying from side to side. Holy crap! How could this be? This 15-story building, swaying from side to side? I was completely stunned! Seeing that the things in the house were indeed shaking, I could only inexplicably accept this fact.
My first thought was an earthquake? But that's impossible! Earthquakes are vibrations, like a vibrating vibrator! This is swaying from side to side! I felt like some giant monster had appeared from underground, playfully shaking the building from side to side.
I immediately went to the window and looked down. There was no monster, but people were starting to gather. I realized I had to go downstairs; it wasn't safe here. I didn't even turn off my computer before heading out.
As soon as I stepped outside, I saw the apartment across the street and immediately thought of her. Without thinking, I knocked on her door and asked, "Is anyone home?"
The door opened quickly, and before I could speak, she looked at me with terrified eyes and blurted out, "I was resting in bed when the whole house started shaking! What's happening? Why is this happening?"
Seeing her panicked state, I immediately calmed down and instinctively felt I had to protect her. I immediately comforted her, "Don't panic, close the door, let's go downstairs." She quickly put on a coat, grabbed her phone and keys, and followed me.
We reached the elevator and saw two elevators constantly changing floors like a carousel.
I made a quick decision: "It seems everyone's going downstairs. We don't know how long we'll have to wait, let's take the stairs." In her panic, she had no other options and followed me fearfully.
As we went downstairs, I noticed she was trembling with fear, her steps unsteady, and she almost fell several times. I thought about how timid she was,
and how terrified she must have been when I suddenly hugged her from behind. A wave of pity washed over me. Without thinking, I grabbed her arm, supporting her and comforting her. This worked; she gradually calmed down, her steps became more measured, and she showed no intention of letting go.
I knew she had found security in me. I then spoke to her even more gently, trying to distract her, and we made it to the bottom of the stairs.
Wow! There were already many people gathered downstairs. Since neither of us knew anyone there, we stood together. Although she was much calmer than before, she still huddled there like a frightened little animal, staring blankly around, looking both pitiful and adorable!
I jokingly teased her, "Were you scared to death just now? You were shaking so much you could barely walk. I was really afraid you'd faint and I'd have to carry you down."
I immediately laughed, "I wasn't that scared! Besides, the building started shaking, especially when I saw the elevator going up and down. We couldn't wait, and I immediately thought the building was going to collapse and we'd be buried alive."
I immediately thought she was so cute! I burst out laughing!
She pouted and said, "Laughing so loudly, people will think you've gone crazy."
I glanced around and immediately stopped myself. "Yeah, people will think I'm a bit silly for laughing so happily at a time like this."
We chatted for a while, and seeing that she was much more relaxed, I told her reassuredly, "Looks like you're better now, not scared anymore. I'll go find out what's going on. You just stand here, I'll come back and tell you what happened." She
immediately replied playfully, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Are you afraid I'll get lost?"
Her tone and expression were like she was flirting with her boyfriend, which made me very happy. However, there were many people around, and I was too embarrassed to say anything too mushy. I just smiled and went out to gather information.
After wandering around, all I heard were wild guesses. At that time, no one knew that a major earthquake had struck Wenchuan.
We stood downstairs for another half hour, but nothing seemed amiss. The crowd gradually dispersed, and she said to me, "They're all gone, let's go upstairs."
I teased her with a mischievous grin, "Aren't you scared? What if it starts shaking again?"
She pouted and said helplessly, "What can we do? We can't just stand here like this forever."
I thought for a moment, and realized no one would be home when we got upstairs, so maybe I'd have a chance... so I went upstairs with her. Once
we got off the elevator, we were in the hallway that excited me. I quickly smiled and said to her, "You're so timid, staying home alone will only make you more scared. Why don't you come to my place? We can watch a movie, chat, and pass the time."
She immediately grinned mischievously, glaring at me sideways, "What if you do something stupid on impulse? I'll be even more scared then. Let's forget it." She said this as she opened the door to go inside.
I immediately blocked the door with my hand, looking helpless. "You're so ungrateful! Now you're not scared anymore, and you're starting to laugh at me!"
She chuckled. "I didn't mean to laugh at you! See if you're getting impulsive again?"
Seeing her still laughing, I thought I couldn't let this opportunity slip by, so I said to her playfully, "Okay! Okay! Okay! Actually, I'm afraid I'll be scared being home alone later. Just consider it
a favor and keep me company for a bit, in the hallway." She chuckled again, but then looked around seriously and said to me, "Okay, but you can't do it like last time, or I'll never talk to you again."
I replied sincerely, "I definitely won't. I just feel comfortable being with you. I want to talk to you." She immediately looked at me with affectionate eyes. "Is it really true? You're really good at charming girls
!"
I saw... Seeing that look in her eyes, I knew the time was right. I immediately pulled her into my arms, looked into her eyes,
and said, "I really like you. It's not just about your body; I also want to talk to you and be with you." She kept staring at me, but after a while, she pushed me away, though this time less forcefully, and said, "Here we go again."
I said firmly, "If you like someone, you definitely want to have them!"
She hesitated for a moment, and before she could speak, I pulled her into my arms again, this time gently embracing her. She still tried to push me away gently with her hands, but of course, I had no intention of letting go. Instead, I gently touched her ear with my lips. All my actions were gentle, as if I were comforting a wounded little bird. I wanted to use endless tenderness to soften her heart.
She was still softly murmuring, "Don't do this! Don't do this!" I immediately kissed her lips, my left hand slipping inside her clothes to caress her soft waist, my right hand supporting her back. She started turning her head from side to side, saying, "No! No," as if trying to stop me from kissing her. But the way she turned her head was so small that her lips never left mine, only moving back and forth between them. I
remained motionless, enjoying it all. Her coy resistance aroused me instantly, my lower body pressing firmly against her genitals.
She then wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me with pleading eyes, and whispered, "This won't do! I'm married! I have a husband!"
Whether intentional or not, her words and expression only fueled my desire. I didn't answer, but instead, I began to frantically embrace her, pressing her against the wall, and began kissing her body wantonly, kissing her full breasts, then flowing down to her genitals.
She gasped uncontrollably, pleading, "What are you doing? I'm married!"
"This is the hallway! We're outside!"
Hearing "hallway," I immediately recalled the scenes from when we were hanging clothes to dry. These images were enough to ignite my desire. I forcefully flipped her over, lifting her nightgown to reveal a vibrant apple-green pair of panties, taut against her plump, white buttocks. I buried my face in her fleshy bottom, kneading her buttocks with my hands.
I had finally realized my fantasy, truly performing the actions I had previously imagined in my head. Satisfaction! Excitement! And thrill! Urging me to continue.
I roughly pulled down her panties, and saw her plump, white buttocks trembling in front of me, instantly feeling as if they were desperately beckoning me. Like I was possessed, I frantically pulled out my already throbbing penis and recklessly thrust it into her mysterious cleft. Although it only touched her anus, the warmth and softness between her two plump buttocks sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but cry out, "So good!"
She immediately looked at me in pain, pouting and blaming me, "You only care about your own pleasure, you don't care about other people's feelings at all."
I don't know how we ended up having such a conversation, but it truly happened.
I didn't respond at the time, but instead pressed down on her waist even harder, making her raise her buttocks higher. I then spread my legs, lowering my position, so that my penis was directly aimed at her vagina.
She immediately blushed and said, "No! This is a passageway, what if someone comes out? Don't do this!" But although she kept saying that, her body didn't lie. The wet vulva in front of me, and her hands struggling to hold onto the wall, her legs slightly apart, her fleshy buttocks sticking out with difficulty, her strenuous and lewd posture, were the best proof.
"Don't do what? Tell me, what do I want now? Do I want to start doing it on top?" I asked her excitedly, grabbing her buttocks with both hands as I forcefully thrust my hard rod in. At that moment, I also heard her let out a painful moan.
I felt like I was making the final sprint of a 100-meter race, gripping her buttocks tightly, thrusting wildly. If what I said earlier actually happened, she seemed to be in the center of a magnitude 10 earthquake, her whole body shaking violently from my impact, her hair disheveled, her head bowed, moaning continuously as if she were crying in pain.
At that moment, I could clearly feel her vagina becoming increasingly slippery. My penis felt like it was in a quagmire, and with each thrust, I could clearly hear the slippery, wet sounds emanating from her vagina.
Painful moans, the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh, the slippery wet sounds from her vagina—listening to this lewd symphony, my whole body convulsed, and I uncontrollably ejaculated several streams of thick semen into her already sticky quagmire.
After the storm, everything calmed down again. She lifted her nightgown, took off her panties, and stood up. In that instant, I heard her scream again. I quickly looked over and saw two streams of milky white liquid flowing down the inside of her thighs from her vulva.
She punched my chest with her small fist, both proud and annoyed. "Look what you've done! Hurry up and open the door
so I can go in and wash up."
I smiled smugly and opened the door. She quickly slipped into the bathroom, while I lit a cigarette, recalling the events of just moments ago. The clearest memory was of her lifting her nightgown with one hand and holding bright green panties in the other, her lower body naked, with two milky white semen stains on her legs, standing in the hallway. What a lewd scene! I regretted not taking a picture to keep as a keepsake.
Thinking about it, my lustful heart stirred again. Before I even finished my cigarette, I shamelessly slipped into the bathroom. This was the first time I had seen her completely naked; her curvaceous body looked even smoother after being wet.
When she saw me, she was both surprised and embarrassed. "Why did you follow me in again? It's only been three minutes! You must be up to something again. I don't want to anymore, you're just teasing me!"
I grinned and pulled her into my arms, kissing her gently. I immediately felt her smooth, naked body, which was even more exciting than before, especially her two soft breasts pressing against me, instantly waking my dormant lower body.
I couldn't help but hold her breasts and lower my head to kiss them. Her breasts were full and white, like two big meat buns. When I kissed the two finger-sized nipples, I couldn't help but greedily suck and lick them. I even opened my mouth to try to swallow them, but I could only manage to put half of them in. However, the feeling of having a mouthful of breast flesh was really wonderful.
After some intimacy, she gradually got into the mood, and I was about to mount her, but she quickly stopped me.
"You're still all sticky here after we finished. Want more? Wash it first."
"Hehe! I'm so excited! You have to help me wash it."
She pouted and shyly patted my hard penis, squeezed some shower gel on it, squatted down, and rubbed it back and forth with both hands. This almost made me faint from pleasure. My penis had never been served like this before. After rubbing it, perhaps encouraged by seeing my enjoyable expression, she turned around, stuck out her buttocks, and inserted my hard penis vertically into her butt crack, like a sandwich with ham, rubbing my hard penis up and down.
She bent over, sticking out her buttocks, twisting her upper body to look at me with affectionate eyes. She slowly pressed her ample buttocks against my cleft, rubbing and washing me repeatedly. This posture, this gaze, was like a little vixen wagging her tail and begging for my attention. My soul, my lust, the beast within me were all aroused by this little vixen. But I couldn't get too excited, because if I moved, she wouldn't be able to serve me like this anymore. I had to suppress it. My soul, my lust, the beast within me seemed to have been acupunctured, limp against the wall, obediently enjoying it all.
Although it felt good, this strenuous position was indeed exhausting for her, especially after all the commotion in the aisle earlier; she gradually showed signs of fatigue.
I couldn't bear it! I gently picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, carefully placing her on the bed. I pounced on her naked body, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, playfully teasing me, "Are you going to start again?"
"You tormented me outside, and I just went through so much trouble to wash you clean, and now you're going to bully me again? Don't you feel sorry for me?"
"Outside, I was just waiting for too long, that's why it was so intense. This time I'll be gentle! Gently!" I coaxed her while using my legs to part her legs.
"I just washed up, I want to sleep for a bit, no more,"
she closed her eyes, her expression pained as she began to struggle, delicately pushing me away with her hands. However, the force had no effect on my movements, and she waited motionless with her legs spread wide. Although I knew she was playing hard to get, it only excited me more.
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Be good! Just a little bit inside," I soothed her as I gently inserted myself into her body.
"Ah!!!" She let out a soft growl, her chest heaving, her neck arched, her head tilted back, and
she began to moan. Just then, damn it! A piercing phone ring shattered this beautiful moment. Damn it again!!!
She said alertly, "It's my husband. He's probably calling about what happened earlier, asking how I am." I had to answer, so she quickly slipped out of bed and ran to the living room (where her clothes were) to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"At home."
I followed her out. She was leaning on the windowsill, her buttocks sticking out.
"I'm fine."
This scene aroused my lust. I secretly slipped behind her, parted her still-wet vulva with my hands, and inserted my erect penis.
She cried out, "Ah!"
"Huh? What did you say? Speak louder!" I pretended not to have heard her clearly. She turned her head, covering the phone receiver, looking at me in pain, then looked at her buttocks, and laughed shyly, playfully hitting my stomach with her small hand.
I watched her mischievously, thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke. Seeing her struggling to hold back, her face turning red, only fueled my excitement.
"This...this place too!"
Each word seemed incredibly difficult for her, her voice trembling with my thrusts.
"Ah? An earthquake? No...no wonder!"
"I know...I know, you need to be careful too."
"Okay! Go ahead and get busy. Come back early."
She tried to keep her words brief and hung up quickly, looking at me with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "You naughty little devil! You almost killed me!" she gritted her teeth, pinching and squeezing my stomach.
I laughed out loud, but since she hung up, the excitement was gone, and I was indeed tired, so I figured it would be more comfortable in bed. I pulled out my vibrator and hurriedly pushed her to the bed.
As soon as we got to the bedside, she pushed me onto it, and I lay down. She grinned mischievously and said, "Oh, you little devil, you deliberately teased me like this for the sake of excitement! I'm going to teach you a lesson."
She then pressed down on me and tickled me. I couldn't help but laugh, begging for mercy, my penis drooping.
She laughed with satisfaction, "You can't be naughty anymore! Let's see if you dare to do it again!" She then slapped my stomach, perhaps laughing so hard she actually used force this time.
She noticed immediately and covered her mouth in surprise. I immediately exaggeratedly pretended to be in great pain and covered my stomach.
"Still pretending? I'll hit you again."
"Okay, okay, please spare me, heroine." I looked at my stomach and it was really red. "See, is this also an act?"
When she saw that it was really red, she hurriedly helped me rub it and even put her mouth to the red spot and blew on it, like coaxing a child.
"You're coaxing a little one! You should at least give him a kiss."
"You're naughty and mischievous, just like a little kid." Saying that, she still bent down and gently kissed my stomach.
"After kissing my belly, kiss my breasts," I said gently and coquettishly.
"Does it hurt up there?" Although she said that, she still obediently kissed me, gently from left to right, kissing with her lips, pinching my nipples with her lips, licking with her tongue, swirling and turning with her tongue, making me feel like a million ants were crawling in my veins. Then she kissed my belly, my navel, my thighs and the inside of my thighs. Except for the area around my penis, she kissed everywhere. I didn't have to do anything. She took such good care of me.
After a while, I couldn't take it anymore and pushed my penis towards her mouth. She paused for a moment, then understood what I meant. Looking at my rock-hard penis, she pulled back the foreskin with her hand and licked the glans with the tip of her tongue, making me incredibly hard. Encouraged by my excitement, she suddenly and passionately took the entire penis into her mouth, with just the right amount of pressure. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body and couldn't help but moan. Her mouth was incredibly wet, and my penis was thoroughly enjoying the slippery saliva inside her mouth, intertwining with her smooth little tongue, a truly intimate experience!
I couldn't help but stare intently at her mouth, unconsciously gripping her arms tightly with both hands. She, too, gazed at me intently with her watery eyes, slowly releasing my penis from her mouth from bottom to top, like a slow-motion replay. She was deliberately letting me watch this closely, allowing me to visually enjoy this beautiful lewdness. After releasing my penis, she continued to watch me intently, then licked my glans, my urethral opening, and my coronal sulcus with her tongue. Her strength and rhythm were perfectly controlled, allowing me to admire it for a while before she resumed her work.
She sucked earnestly, sometimes giving me the pleasure of deep throating. She used a 9-shallow-1-deep technique, quickly thrusting up and down a few times, then suddenly doing a deep throat, opening her mouth wide so my glans pressed against her throat. That feeling was something the vagina couldn't give you—suddenly penetrating a narrow, wet hole, but not fully inside. This tantalizing, unsatisfying stimulation was worth savoring; what you can't have is always the best.
After a while, I couldn't take it anymore and asked her to do it for me. She looked up at me mischievously, "No way, let's see if you're still naughty. I'll just leave you here."
I immediately panicked and said to her, "You can't do this! A cigarette is too cruel."
"When I told you not to do this earlier, you ignored me and even made things worse. Now it's my turn to torture you." "So you're this bad? I even fell for you, loved someone I shouldn't have!"
Hehe. "Who told you to be so bad? I'll be even worse than you." Saying that, she changed her position, knelt down next to me, turned her buttocks towards me, and immediately lowered her head to take my penis in her mouth, sucking hard.
I was about to say something when my body went limp and I fell onto the bed. I was so turned on that I couldn't move at all.
That's when I realized how amazing this position was. It was like a meaty egg sucking my penis next to me. I stroked her plump buttocks, sometimes even lifting her buttocks to look. I think this angle is the best for appreciating a beautiful vulva; the shape is particularly perfect. You all should try it.
After watching for a while, I curiously started poking at the vulva's center, extracting the abalone juice and smearing it all over the vulva. Holy crap!!! This was absolutely a delicious and juicy dish. A plump, white, tender buttocks set with a perfectly oily and luscious vulva—where else have I seen such a perfect presentation?
Although I didn't take a picture, this image is deeply imprinted in my mind. Seeing this, I couldn't control myself anymore. I was going to pour my last milky-white sauce over this delectable dish. I quickly got up, telling her not to move. She was stunned, not knowing what was going on. I grabbed my penis, aimed at the bullseye, and fired. Perfect positioning! Done!!! A masterpiece!!! It's finished!!!
"Today was truly... I love today!" (At the time, I didn't know about the situation in Wenchuan.) I lay contentedly on the bed.
"I'm exhausted! Today is my day of suffering!" She was both embarrassed and annoyed, and hurriedly got out of bed, her buttocks covered in sauce, and went to the bathroom.
When she came back, she didn't forget to grab some toilet paper and wipe me clean down there.
"I'm going to sleep, don't bother me." After saying that, she really closed her eyes and snuggled into my arms.
"You're so considerate! So gentle!" I said, gently stroking her back as if I were soothing a baby to sleep.
"I'm just too gentle, that's why you, this bad guy, take advantage of me."
And so we started chatting. I told her how I had developed impure thoughts about her, how I had secretly touched her buttocks in the hallway, and about my past relationships with women.
She also opened up to me, telling me that she came from a rural area, and it was incredibly difficult for a woman to leave her hometown alone. She had no choice but to work in a bathhouse. She met her husband there, and initially, she didn't have any feelings for him. However, her husband had a very good temper and was very considerate. When they divorced, he left everything to his ex-wife and child. He worked as a surveyor on construction sites, traveling all over the country. Although it was hard work, he earned 7,000 to 8,000 yuan a month. He didn't look down on her and treated her sincerely. He married her, took out a loan to buy a house, and put it in her name. They've been married for over two years, and she's developed feelings for him. Now she wants a child because her husband is over 40 and travels a lot. She's worried that if something happens to him, his ex-wife (whom she described as a shrew) and child might come after the house. Having her own child would be a form of security for her.
Hearing this, I was somewhat surprised and a little disappointed. But thinking about it, it was truly not easy for a young woman from out of town to struggle alone in this unfamiliar city. Some people are lucky and don't have to worry about making a living, so they can talk about being high-minded. But who would want to go barefoot when they have shoes to wear? She was helplessly conquered by fate and bowed her head to life.
From then on, I felt even more pity for her. Plus, she had a very good personality, was friendly, gentle, and considerate, and very endearing. So I often treated this philandering woman with tenderness and care.
Her husband was often away on business trips, and our intimate moments were frequent. However, we always used protection; she didn't want to get pregnant with an illegitimate child, and I didn't want my child to be an illegitimate one either.
This relationship lasted for almost a year when she suddenly told me one day that she was pregnant! What's worse, because of the pregnancy, her husband rarely went on business trips anymore and stayed to take care of her. We hardly had any chance to be together anymore.
Hearing this, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. Humans aren't plants or trees; how could they be without feelings? Our time together had indeed stirred genuine feelings within me. But my reason remained; I knew this was inevitable. Nothing lasts forever. We should be content with the time we'd spent together, especially since she wasn't pregnant forever. After this period, everything could return to normal.
However, we still contacted each other occasionally. Longing made me vulnerable, and I poured out my heart to her without reservation: "So close, yet I can't hold you in my arms. Nothing in the world is more painful than this." She, always gentle and considerate, was moved by my words. Later, she came up with a plan: once her belly was a little bigger, she would bring her younger sister to help take care of her, so her husband could continue working, and we could rekindle our romance!
Hearing this, I felt like I'd been reborn, overjoyed! But what I didn't know then was that my ecstasy wasn't just about rekindling our romance, but also about another romantic affair with her younger sister.
When I first met her younger sister, I was immediately struck by her beauty. She was graceful and poised, without any makeup, wearing a peach-colored fleece sweatshirt. Her waist was slender and her figure was perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too thin. She was as fresh and beautiful as a lotus flower just beginning to bloom on green waves, as tender as a budding flower in the morning light, still bearing a few drops of dew. Her figure and temperament were very similar to Liu Yifei's. Her skin was slightly darker, and her slightly pouty face was like a peeled egg, flawless and delicate. Her almond-shaped phoenix eyes crinkled into two crescent moons when she smiled, making her especially sweet and lovely. She was the kind of girl who wouldn't make you have any impure thoughts, but you would always want to look at her a few more times.
My affair was obvious to her, and she even gave me a strange smile. Later, she asked me privately, "Is my sister pretty? What do you think?"
I sincerely replied, "Your parents are really good at raising such captivating sisters."
"How about she be your girlfriend? But a proper one, not like our situation."
I felt a bit surprised, but judging from her expression, she wasn't teasing me. She seemed suspicious and hesitant as she said, "Her looks are undeniably stunning, but she's too shy and easily embarrassed. Just now, when I was talking to her, her face turned red for no reason, and her little hands kept tugging at the elastic drawstring under her clothes." "
That's called innocence. She's never had a boyfriend before, she's very well-behaved and sensible. If you can win her over, you'll be lucky."
Although she said that, I still cautiously asked, "Would you be willing to be with her?"
"My sister and I have a very good relationship. I'm 10 years older than her, and you could say I raised her from a young age. I'm both her older sister and her mother. We talk about everything, and she listens to me the most. She loves being with me the most, and I love my younger sister very much. I don't want her to go back to the countryside and marry just anyone. Sometimes I even hope that we can share a husband so we can be together forever."
After hearing what she said, I understood. Our two families live right next to each other. If I could really make something of myself with my sister, they wouldn't have to separate anymore, and I could enjoy the blessing of having two wives. Giving roses leaves a lingering fragrance... Oh! Not bad!
After more than two months, my sister and I gradually became familiar with each other. My sister wasn't as shy as she was at first when she saw me. Occasionally, we could chat for a few minutes. I also felt that my sister was aware of my relationship with her older sister. If I tried to take advantage of her, she might become resentful. So I kept my distance and remained neutral.
My sister was a little annoyed with me, blaming me for not being proactive enough.
I quickly explained, "Your sister seems to know about us. She's so naive, do you think she'd accept me? Besides, your sister and I really don't get along, partly because she's too innocent."
"I also think she's noticed, but I think she still has some feelings for you. She once said you're a good person, but I don't want to be too direct. It's really troublesome."
One day, my sister suddenly invited me to their house for dinner. I'd never eaten at their house before, but I went without thinking much of it. During the meal, my sister brought out some alcohol and deliberately said, "I'm pregnant and can't drink. Sister, could you drink with this young man for me and toast him a few times?"
I was a little stunned. Seriously? She's using this tactic? But I certainly couldn't refuse, so I just let it go.
My sister definitely didn't want to drink; a girl like her is naturally embarrassed.
My older sister had anticipated this, and said earnestly, "It's not that you can't drink; didn't we drink with Dad during the New Year? We both got drunk and acted crazy. Today there are no outsiders, and I'm here,
so it'll be fine! Listen to me, but you absolutely cannot drink outside, not a drop, unless I'm there and I tell you to." Her words were so reasonable and heartfelt that the little girl was stunned, and of course, she obediently drank with me.
After drinking for a while, we were both slightly tipsy. The shy little girl became more outgoing and talkative, and we chatted quite happily. My opinion of her changed. I realized she was just a little shy, not clueless. Even if we couldn't be lovers, we could be very good friends.
At this moment, my sister, knowing the situation, pretended to be sleepy and went to lie down to rest, leaving us alone. Because of our drunkenness and the pleasant conversation we had just had, the initial awkwardness had disappeared. She was now natural and generous, yet still retained a touch of cuteness and innocence. The more we drank, the happier we became, the more we talked, and before we knew it,
we were both quite tipsy. After eating and drinking, we went online together. During our laughter and conversation, we would occasionally touch each other's bodies. Recently, because of my sister's pregnancy, I had been eating irregularly, and gradually, lustful thoughts began to stir.
Looking at my sister's delicate face, flushed and like a ripe red apple, her lips especially bright red and glossy from just eating,
I, emboldened by the alcohol, kissed her lips without hesitation. She was startled! But she still pushed me away, head down, motionless. I tried again, putting one arm around her shoulder and the other holding her small hand. I lightly kissed her cheek, like a dragonfly skimming the water, slowly moving to her lips. After a few tentative touches, I relaxed my lips and began to kiss hers. She remained motionless, neither resisting nor responding, but my breathing became rapid. I took her hands and made her wrap them around my neck, and we shared another passionate kiss.
Her incredibly soft lips brought me back to the state of a long-lost first kiss—a blissful, lightheaded feeling where I completely forgot about time, space, and everything else.
All I knew was to hold her tightly and kiss her passionately. At first, I tried to insert my tongue, but she bit her lip tightly, refusing to let me.
Later, I slipped my hands inside her clothes and rubbed her back. She didn't look fat, but she had a small frame, so she was still fleshy, firm, smooth, and elastic—the feel was amazing. I was completely lost in the moment, like a moth drawn to a flame, instinctively flying towards the light. I was the same; because it felt so good, I instinctively rubbed and kneaded, even her back. You can imagine how the rest of her body felt.
I don't know how long this went on, but when I woke up, my hands were on her chest. She pushed me away, and that's when I woke up. Our eyes seemed to be connected by a line, staring intently at each other, our expressions a little pained, as if neither of us wanted to leave the other's body. The moment I was pushed away, I felt a jolt in my head, incredibly agitated and in pain.
Later, we were both completely sober and felt incredibly energetic. Her voice even became louder, "You must have kissed a lot of girls! I was so dizzy just now."
I ignored her because that kiss had left my mind a mess, unable to think straight. I was like a hungry young animal trying to suckle its mother's milk, ignoring everything else, just kissing her, from her forehead to her eyes, from her cheeks to her lips, carefully exploring her with my lips.
Gradually, she stopped resisting, closed her eyes, and even put her arms around me, seemingly enjoying the feeling of our bodies pressed tightly together.
I carried her to the bed, nestled beside her, and began kissing her body. As soon as I touched her neck, a delicate, warm fragrance wafted up, incomparable to any soap, perfume, or chemical scent. It must be the virgin scent described in books. I immediately began greedily sucking on her neck.
Soon her breathing quickened, and I could clearly feel her two firm breasts rising and falling beneath me. I couldn't resist pushing up her shirt, revealing her wheat-colored body. She wasn't exactly slender; her upper body barely showed any ribs. Although she had some flesh, she was still slim and petite, with exceptionally smooth, even skin that felt firm and elastic. Encountering such a body truly amazed me; I felt incredibly lucky.
Surprised and curious, I continued exploring. She was now completely limp, offering no resistance. I gently removed her underwear, and the sight before me still left me speechless.
Two firm little mounds of flesh rose and fell with her breathing, neither sagging nor widening outwards because of her lying position, and they didn't fluctuate at all with the rise and fall of her chest. The two tender little mounds were firmly held in place by the strong muscle fibers of her chest.
And there was a faint milky fragrance, which made my mouth water, and my saliva immediately secreted, making me swallow hard.
The little fleshy mountain has a delicate, smooth, and almost bouncy texture. What's most special is that the red part around the areola is also raised. It feels soft and loose when you pinch it, unlike the elasticity of the breast below. The skin of the areola is even more delicate, seemingly thinner than the membrane between an egg and its shell. It's so thin that it seems faint, almost imperceptible, making you wonder if you've actually touched it. There's also a nipple the size of a red bean standing shyly on the peak. The whole thing looks like a pair of delicate fairy peaches from the Heavenly Peach Garden, fallen to earth, pure and untainted, making people drool, yet reluctant to defile them.
By this time, I was completely infatuated and slowly began to move towards her lower body. I encountered considerable resistance, but with my unwavering spirit and relentless pursuit, she finally gave in. Because I needed to control her with both hands, I had to practically use my teeth and chin to remove her pants. There was no odor, only a fresh fragrance, like the pristine white snow of the Arctic. You could almost feel it with your own eyes; this was virgin territory, untouched by anyone. On her slightly protruding vulva lay a few pubic hairs, like fine pencil strokes.
Further down, there was nothing unusual—no clitoris, no labia, no chrysanthemum-like wrinkles. It was like a smooth, flawless piece of cheese with a finger parting the flesh. Because the slit was concave in the middle, the tender flesh on both sides bulged slightly like two small cheeks.
Opening her legs, I could see two pink labia, seemingly shy yet fearful, tightly pressed together. I gently parted them with my fingers, and a fresh, pink opening appeared.
At first, it was just a little moist, but now, as soon as I parted her labia, a steady stream of love juice flowed out, like a clear mountain stream, flowing down onto the bed and quickly forming a round watermark on the sheets.
Moreover, her love juice wasn't very viscous; it was much thinner than most women's, almost like water. Her vaginal opening was so small that only a middle finger could fit inside, mysterious and alluring.
I watched her motionless for a while, then suddenly pursed my lips and gently kissed her. She shuddered as if in a spasm, the flesh around her vagina tightening, like a baby suddenly closing its eyes. Her vagina closed for a moment—so cute! At the same time, two drops of clear love juice shot out. They didn't travel far; one landed just before the round watermark on the sheet, and the other actually clung to the side of her vulva, like a child who had just drunk water, a drop of water clinging to their lips. Again, so cute!
I still don't understand whether it was due to sudden stimulation causing urinary incontinence or squirting—just two drops, and the stream was very close. I wonder if any of you have had this experience.
Generally, a woman's genitals are considered the most shameful, ugly, and obscene, but hers remained so clean, pure, and lovely.
I had already removed all her clothes, and looking at her pristine body, her smooth and delicate skin, and her alluring curves, I couldn't help but sigh, wondering what good deeds I had done in my past life to receive such a beautiful body in this life. I truly thank God!
I won't go into details about what happened next, because our first time together wasn't very comfortable. She was completely limp and weak, and her vagina was small and inexperienced, so she didn't cooperate, making it very difficult for me. Just getting in took a lot of effort. I tried several positions, like having her lift her buttocks and being in a doggy style, but that was impossible. She wouldn't move an inch, and she would often slip out after I inserted myself, leaving her pure red semen on the bed and our genitals. Finally, I sat on the bed and held her limp body on top of me before she finally managed to ejaculate. After that, I didn't do it a second time. It was too tiring, too difficult, and too exhausting. Plus, she was still asleep, and I had to get a towel to wipe her genitals.
Later, I thought I could have gone to the next room, to her sister's room, and had her help me finish... haha! Actually, I've never had a threesome with either of the sisters.
But things got much better later, allowing me to truly experience the boundless joy of sex with a young girl. We got along exceptionally well, often spending time together. She was very clingy; when we sat together on the sofa chatting, she would naturally lift her body as soon as we sat down, and I would naturally reach out and pull her into my arms. She would always turn to the side, hugging me and pressing against my body. All of this was subconscious, and it happened every single time, without exception. We were incredibly happy just being together. She wasn't as shy as before; she was very lively, snuggling against me and talking to me, acting coquettishly. This made me feel very sweet.
In short, being with my sister felt warm and comfortable, and being with her felt sweet and joyful.
After some time, my older sister started asking me if I had any plans to marry my younger sister. I honestly hadn't thought about it. Seeing my hesitation, she earnestly told me that the last meal was actually something she had deliberately arranged. She knew I was kind and attentive to her, and that I was soft-hearted and not a bad person, so she felt comfortable entrusting my sister to me. However, she wouldn't force me to marry her sister. If I didn't want her sister, she would send her to a bathhouse, like she had, to settle down in the city first. She wouldn't let her sister go back to the countryside.
Actually, I had indeed developed genuine feelings for my sister, and my heart was entirely with her. However, I wasn't ready for marriage yet. But I would definitely not let my sister go to a bathhouse. Besides, she was only a teenager, just turned 18; her life had just begun. No one can predict the future; we should let nature take its course.

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