Sister Zhao from the construction site

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I work in engineering, and I'm still relatively new to the field, practically an apprentice. Four years ago, my second project was building a teaching building for a university. I was mostly doing technical work, leading a few workers around all day.

They say construction site guys are all bachelors, and it's true! A bunch of grown men together, sweating buckets every day—it's a miracle if any pretty girls show up. The only eye-catching ones were the project's data clerks. Luckily, the two data clerks on the site weren't exactly beauties—one I called Sister Zhao, the other Xiao Zhang—but they were both quite attractive, with good figures, all the right proportions. I fantasized about them all the time.

Generally, the early stages of a construction site are relatively quiet, and I drifted through a few months. Gradually, things got busier, and communication between departments increased. I thought my spring had arrived, so I'd often go to the data room to try and get on the better of the data clerks.

Back in college, I saw girls every day, including several pretty ones, so I didn't think much of it. But after years on the construction site, seeing men every day made me realize the importance of women. Not seeing women for so long makes me worried about my sexual orientation… I don't want to become a monk (reminds me of Guo Degang's words: entering Buddhism requires purification of the six senses; entering the business world requires insufficient wolfishness).

At first, I really didn't know what to talk about, because I'm terrible at striking up conversations with women; I've always been a total loser (⊙o⊙)… I just stupidly asked them technical questions, and after a few times, I realized they knew less than I did. I tried to teach them, knowing my own limitations, but I didn't want to embarrass myself. That's how my first few attempts ended in failure.

Not long after, while chatting with other managers, I learned that Sister Zhao was from my hometown! Wow, I didn't even recognize her accent! Her accent had become quite strong. I've met people from all over the country, so I'm used to speaking in a dialect that isn't standard Mandarin, and my accent wasn't so strong anymore. What a perfect excuse! I finally found a way to start a conversation with Sister Zhao.

One evening, after dinner, I was bored and surfing the internet in my room when I suddenly saw Sister Zhao walk past the window. Huh, she didn't go home? I got a little restless, wandered around the room for a while, and then went out to the door of the archives room and gently knocked.

"Come in," I pushed open the door and saw Sister Zhao chatting on QQ. I asked, "Sister Zhao, haven't you gotten off work yet?" "I'm off work. It's too hot outside now. It'll take more than 20 minutes to walk back. I'll go back when it cools down." I said, "Oh. By the way, Sister Zhao, I heard that your hometown is also in Northeast China?" "Yes, how did you know? You are too?"

I said, "Yes, me too. I heard it from Brother Wang. It's really not easy to meet someone from your hometown so far away." "Hehe, then why don't you have tears in your eyes when you see someone from your hometown? Hehe..." Sister Zhao's whole body trembled as she laughed. Because it was so hot, Sister Zhao was wearing a thin white dress with a very low neckline, revealing at least a quarter of her white breasts. The jiggling of her breasts with her laughter sent a chill down my spine.

Sister Zhao noticed I was staring off and asked, "What are you looking at? Be careful you don't get too distracted, hehe..." I jumped in fright at her words. I couldn't let her think I was a pervert! It's normal for a man to look at women, especially when you're dressed like that. But I quickly retorted, "Everyone likes to look at beautiful women, especially a real man like me. Besides, Sister Zhao's outfit suits you perfectly today, your cleavage is so well-defined, hehe..." As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Why did I blurt that out? My cleavage was on full display! Damn, how am I going to cover this up?

Just as I was fretting, Sister Zhao said, "Oh, you're so young and you already know this? Cleavage? Looks like you're not exactly a respectable person. Tell me honestly, how long have you been here, and how many young girls have you fooled?" Hearing this, oh? She wasn't angry. It seems Sister Zhao is a straightforward person, still possessing the boldness of a Northeastern woman at heart. I replied, "Sister Zhao, stop joking. I'm 25, not young anymore. But I'm a decent person, I've never lied to young girls, and I've been single all these years." "Come on, do you even believe that yourself?"

"It's true, absolutely no lie. I'm quite conflicted. When I talk to people, they don't believe me when I tell them the truth, but they believe me when I lie." "I didn't realize. Who told you to have such an unserious face?" Hearing this, my face fell. I thought to myself, while I'm not handsome, I'm not ugly to the point of being sleazy.

Seeing my deflated expression, Sister Zhao quickly said, "I was just joking. Look at you, why are you making such a face?" "Hey, Sister Zhao, I just mentioned cleavage, that's not serious. No wonder I haven't had a girlfriend all these years. Internet slang is normal, much more subtle than saying 'cleavage,' right?" Hearing the word "cleavage," Sister Zhao's eyes visibly darted away. Was she shy? "That can't be right. Sister Zhao looks like she's over 30. She can't possibly look like a young girl.

" Sister Zhao lowered her voice and said, "Hmph, you're talking nonsense. With your outspokenness, how could you not find a boyfriend?" After saying that, she glanced out the window.

I followed her gaze and saw a few managers chatting and relaxing under the trees outside. Oh, I suddenly understood why Sister Zhao's eyes were darting around earlier. It was because of my comment about cleavage. Sister Zhao was afraid someone outside would hear. Well, if someone heard, they would think we were doing something inside.

I chuckled to myself and said, "Being outspoken doesn't necessarily mean you have to have a boyfriend, right? It's mainly because if you're not handsome, have no money, no car, no house, are fat, and wear glasses, what woman would want to date you? Hehe, I just thought Sister Zhao was so beautiful today, and I complimented her, which caused so much misunderstanding. Hehe." After hearing this, Sister Zhao laughed and said, "You young people, when you ask why you don't have a boyfriend, you always say the same things. Can't you come up with something new?" I didn't know what to say, so I could only smile along.

Suddenly, Sister Zhao asked, "You said I look pretty today, but what makes me look pretty?" Uh, how did I jump to this? What am I supposed to say? Just say my breasts are big and white? That's all there is to my breasts? That would be an absolutely brainless answer. I thought for a moment, wait a minute, Sister Zhao just said "today" twice, what does that mean? They

say you have to be observant and attentive when working on a construction site, so I realized something was off and said, "Sister Zhao, you look pretty today because of this dress you're wearing. The dress itself isn't anything special, but when you put it on, it looks different. It makes the dress look beautiful, but actually, it's all because of you." I was a bit incoherent because I'm really bad at complimenting people; I'm good at making up nonsense.

Sister Zhao smiled sweetly after hearing this. Although Sister Zhao isn't a beauty, and her smile isn't breathtaking, for a moment I was a little stunned. Could this be the charm of a mature woman? I'm not very good at distinguishing between these things, so to avoid further embarrassment, I said, "Sister Zhao looks even more beautiful when she smiles. I don't think any of the college students at school can compare to her, haha." "Liar! Those college students are all around 20 years old, young and energetic, which is exactly what little perverts like you are attracted to. Your Sister Zhao has been married for 5 years, and will be turning 30 next year, sigh." Ugh, how did I get another nickname for "little pervert"? It seems Sister Zhao is even more "unreliable" than me. How did she know I'm a little pervert? Did she see right through me? That was too fast! I won't explain here, lest I make things worse.

So I quickly changed the subject: "I really can't tell, Sister Zhao, I wouldn't have guessed you're almost 30, you look like you're 23 or 24." Sister Zhao laughed happily when she heard this, "You're just kidding, saying I'm 23 or 24, that's younger than you, why should I call you brother? You little rascal." When I heard the word "brother," countless pornographic novels I'd read online instantly floated into my mind. Only when a woman is on top of someone in bed would she call a man younger than herself "brother," right? What's wrong with my mindset? How did my thoughts wander so far? What's even more shameful is that I started to get a little aroused... Being a virgin is truly a pain!

At this moment, Sister Zhao stood up from behind her desk and came to within a meter of me. Being an engineer, I still have a sense of distance. Sister Zhao said, "You said my outfit looks good, let me show you more closely." After saying that, she slowly turned around.

I felt my brother shamefully harden, and I sat there without daring to move. The sight before me fascinated me—Sister Zhao's white dress seemed to not exist in my eyes. Not only was the neckline low, but the hem was also not very long, only reaching halfway down her thighs. Looking up from below, I saw white high heels, smooth calves, and fair thighs, without any excess fat, looking so firm and plump.

When Sister Zhao turned her back to me, the loose hem of her dress seemed unable to conceal her full, rounded buttocks. Her slender waist accentuated the fullness of her hips. Looking up, I felt as if two mountains were pressing down on me (exaggeration, exaggeration). The glimpse of her round, white breasts peeking through the mist made my mouth water. Hmm? I think I could vaguely see Sister Zhao's bra. It must be white too, otherwise it would be see-through. It seems Sister Zhao's breasts are very firm, the shape of her bra is even imprinted on her clothes. So why aren't Sister Zhao's panties imprinted on them?

I shamelessly thought, how wonderful it would be if they were imprinted on them too, to see what kind of panties Sister Zhao likes, hehe, endless daydreaming.

Sister Zhao turned around, bent down, and looked me in the eye, asking, "Which part of the dress looks better?" As she bent down, her face stopped about 20 centimeters from mine. My eyes followed her gleaming eyes to her small ears—pierced, but for some reason, she wasn't wearing earrings. The lines of her jade-like neck were so perfect, like the perfect curves of an architecture (⊙o⊙)… Below, my breathing quickened. A pair of large, white breasts seemed completely exposed before me, so close, so very close. I felt as if I were touching them. A rose scent wafted into my nose, and I was mesmerized. I wanted to stick out my tongue and lick them, but then, a low growl escaped my throat, exploding in my head. Inexplicably, I blurted out, "Why can't I see the nipples? I want to see what they look like." Whoosh, the breasts disappeared. I snapped back to reality, remembering what I'd just said, and wanted to slap myself. This was it.

I stole a glance at Sister Zhao. Her face seemed red, and her breathing was a little unsteady. Her breasts bounced up and down, making me even more aroused. My penis was fully erect, pressing uncomfortably against my pants. Sister Zhao seemed to notice the change in my crotch as well. Her face turned even redder, and she stammered, "I...I...I'm going...going home." With that, she turned, grabbed her bag, and quickly walked out of the records room. I was still sitting there. I wanted to chase after her and explain, but I just couldn't stand up... Lying in bed that night, I couldn't fall asleep. I didn't know if it was the heat or what. "Huff..." I breathed heavily, recalling how Sister Zhao had been so close to me that day, every part of her tempting me from head to toe. "Come on, touch me, just a touch. You can even kiss me if you want. Come on..." "Come on." The scent of rose perfume stimulated my taste buds, and my hand, as if bewitched, slipped into my underwear. "Ah, Sister Zhao, let me see your nipples. I've never seen them before. They're pink, so big, like little puddings. They must feel so smooth to lick." I fantasized, imagining all sorts of naked actresses I'd seen on Sister Zhao's body, fantasizing about her naked body seducing me. "Ah..." I'll have to change my underwear again tomorrow morning... The next day, when I saw Sister Zhao, I didn't dare to approach her. I was afraid she would slap me. I hid from her and went to the building to direct the workers. I just stayed put and did as I could. A week passed like this. I felt that things should be over. After all, Sister Zhao was a married woman. She probably forgot about it after hearing a dirty joke. I comforted myself with that thought.

The very next day, in the evening, I was lying alone in my room. Everyone at the construction site had gone home; it was the busy spring season, and the workers were all gone. All the managers had also gone home for the holidays, leaving me alone to watch over the site—it was quite boring.

Just then, my door was pushed open. I looked up to see who it was, mainly because I was afraid of thieves. That's how it is at construction sites; there are always workers stealing materials. Even though it's a university campus and there aren't many outsiders, some still manage to sneak in and steal a few things.

This one thing wasn't so bad, but what scared me more than a thief was that it was Sister Zhao who came in. My mind went blank. No way! It's been over a week. It was just a flippant remark; surely she wouldn't have come all the way to my room? We're from the same hometown, after all.

But I didn't dare to be reckless. After all, I was in the wrong last time. I said softly, "Sister Zhao… Sister Zhao, I was wrong last time. I shouldn't have said that." "Last time? What did you say last time?"

This question confused me even more. Was Sister Zhao not here because of what happened last time? " What's the matter? Why are you here so late?"

"Sister Zhao, what's the matter so late?" Seeing that Sister Zhao didn't bring it up, I didn't shamelessly bring it up again.

"Can't you come and visit, my little fellow villager? It must be so lonely for you to be guarding the construction site all by yourself!" Something didn't sound right to me.

"Last time..." I only managed to say two words before I felt like dying. Women's hearts are so hard to fathom. "Last time, didn't you say you wanted to see what my nipples looked like?" Buzz... My brain short-circuited instantly. I protested, "No, no, no, Sister Zhao, did I get squeezed last time? I was just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously." "What? You don't want to see? Are you afraid it won't look good? Or... are you afraid to see?" I didn't know how to answer. I felt that no matter how I answered, it would be inappropriate. "Why are

n't you saying anything? You dare to say it but won't do it? I won't lose anything, hehe." Sister Zhao's words sounded so provocative. Could it be that she wanted to embarrass me so that she could get revenge for my frivolous words last time? I lowered my head, like a bullied little man.

"Oh, why is your face a little red? You haven't actually seen a woman's nipples like this, have you? You're not... still a virgin, are you? Huh? Hahaha..." I completely collapsed, wishing I could sink as deep as possible. Hearing Sister Zhao's blatant words was unbearable; I felt like crying. Being a virgin is so painful.

I lowered my head, and suddenly, a hot hand climbed onto my cheek, burning my lips. I looked up at Sister Zhao, wondering what she was doing. Was she trying to slap me? That was too light. Touching me? Why was she touching me? I wasn't so naive as to think good luck would fall on my head.

"Didn't you want to see what Sister Zhao's nipples look like?" she said, reaching into her neckline.

Sister Zhao was still wearing the same white dress as last time. She took out something—a white bra, a front-opening one. No wonder she took it out from the front.

Sister Zhao said tenderly, "Come and see, let's see if your eyes have X-ray vision, hehe." As she spoke, she actually wrapped her bra over my head, around my neck, and slowly pulled my head towards her chest.

I felt the warmth of the bra—Sister Zhao's warmth—spreading down my neck and throughout my body. The scent of rose perfume was still there. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bra cups pressing against my cheeks. At that moment, I think I was completely conquered by Sister Zhao's actions. Married women are different; they're so seductive. If I weren't still relatively healthy, my nose would have been bleeding long ago.

Actually, even without getting close, I could see Sister Zhao's nipples. The dress was so thin, and with the angle of the room's light, those two nipples, like small purple grapes, were already pushing against the fabric, as if they were about to burst out of the ground. My mouth involuntarily opened, and a soft growl escaped my throat, like a puppy's defiant cry.

(⊙o⊙)...The analogy might not be quite right. I guess it's because it's too hot, I haven't drunk any water, and I'm too dry. That's how I comforted myself. Just as I was about to get close to those two little treasures, my tongue, for some reason, felt like it was coming out of my mouth to cool off. It darted out and licked one of the purple grapes

. And then, one lick after another. I swear, this was absolutely not my conscious choice; it was the autonomous will of my organs, and it had nothing to do with me. After licking it about five or six times, I moved on to the other one. At that moment, a sound that I couldn't resist came from Sister Zhao's mouth, "Ah..." Holy crap, my heart rate suddenly soared to 120 beats per second. This sound was definitely more stimulating than the moans made by actresses in porn movies. After all, those are too unreal, while this sound was real right next to my ear.

For a second after my tongue stopped moving, Sister Zhao looked into my eyes and asked, "Is it sweet?" "Sweet." My mind had completely wandered off. I didn't know how to describe the feeling I was having, or how to face everything that was happening. I could only answer whatever was asked.

"Hehe...sweet? You little pervert, you can even taste sweetness while licking clothes, you really, really..." She probably didn't know how to describe me anymore. "Wouldn't it be better to just lick Sister Zhao's nipples? Come on, little pervert, try licking them directly?" How can I directly? Even thin clothes are still clothes, is she encouraging me to take them off? Deep down: Take them off, or you're not a man; don't take them off, she's playing you, stop now, or she might accuse you of indecent assault, or even rape.

Just as I was struggling internally, my eyes caught sight of Sister Zhao's eyes. Looking into those dark pupils, I seemed to see fear, hesitation, shyness, expectation, determination, and encouragement. I don't know how to describe that feeling. I realized that Sister Zhao's heart was struggling just like mine at that moment. Damn it, what's the big deal? At most, I'll be a hero again in eighteen years.

I reached my hands inside her neckline, my palms cupping her breasts. The smooth, powerful elasticity of her breasts made me want to jump. Who the hell said that married women's breasts are saggy and lose their elasticity? I despise them.

I pushed my wrists outwards, opening the neckline of her dress to the sides, revealing her breasts. For the first time, for the first time, such perfect breasts were displayed so closely. The dress gathered them together, the perfect curves on both sides so alluring. Two purple grapes stood proudly erect, showing off their pride. My hands cupped the curves of her breasts, slowly sliding back and forth, feeling their amazing elasticity.

For the first time, I wondered why my hands were so small. How wonderful it would be to hold two big, white breasts in my hands! Let their explosive bouncy bounce soften my hands, haha.

While I was still playing with them, Sister Zhao's breathing began to quicken. Perhaps it was because of the heat, and my hands were also hot. The combination was probably too much for any woman. Sister Zhao's eyes seemed to be hinting at something. Oh, I just remembered. I opened my mouth and brought it closer to those tempting two grapes.

"Mmm, smack, smack," the sounds from my mouth reached Sister Zhao's ears. Combined with the feeling on her breasts, "Ah... ah... ah..." Her moans grew louder and louder.

To better savor Sister Zhao's breasts, I picked her up and naturally walked to the bedside. I gently placed her on the bed, and throughout the process, my mouth and tongue never left those breasts that were making me feel so intoxicated.

Slowly, Sister Zhao began to touch me—my hair, ears, cheeks. Not wanting my enjoyment to be interrupted, I grabbed her hands, clasped them together, and pulled them over her head, pressing her down on the bed to keep her still. Perhaps my movements made her uncomfortable; she tried to move her hands, but couldn't, so she held onto mine tightly. My

tongue wasn't idle either, continuing its assault on Sister Zhao's breasts, moving from left to right, then from right to left, thoroughly enjoying itself. It seems I'm truly self-taught when it comes to sex. I even imitated something from an adult film I watched decades ago, dripping a few drops of saliva from my tongue onto one of her nipples, letting it flow naturally along the curve of her breast, then licking it back along the curve to the nipple, placing tiny drops of saliva into the small crevice of the nipple. After several repetitions, the nipple shone brilliantly under the saliva and the light.

Sister Zhao probably couldn't stand my licking and moaned loudly. Then, sensing something was off, she suppressed her moans. I looked up at her, seeing how uncomfortable she was, and whispered in her ear, "Sister Zhao, I want to hear you moan. I want your moans to praise me. Only then will I know if I'm doing a good job, if you're comfortable. Look, Sister Zhao, your nipples are so shiny. Any man would be unable to resist them." Sister Zhao looked up at her breasts as I licked them and scolded, "Hmph, you said you weren't a little pervert. How many men can lick like this? I wonder how many young girls you've ruined to practice this, hehe." She even laughed to herself.

I knew Sister Zhao was teasing me. My licking wasn't actually that good; it was probably the environment and her mood that made her feel so good.

"Let go of my hand, I want to touch your ears, they're so soft and feel so good." "No, I want to focus all your attention on you, I want to make Sister Zhao feel good. Sister Zhao, your moans are so beautiful, louder, don't worry, it's just the two of us on the construction site, there won't be anyone else." Perhaps unable to resist me, Sister Zhao gave in. I

continued licking for about 10 minutes, during which Sister Zhao's moans were my greatest encouragement. The first time I licked a woman's breasts, I could make her moan without any restraint, I think that's a woman's approval of a man. My mouth was a little tired, so I got up and looked down at Sister Zhao. Looking at her rosy cheeks and her breasts, glistening from my licking, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. I'd finally tasted what it was like to be with a woman (though not quite...). Sister Zhao savored the moment for a while, then opened her eyes and looked at me. Seeing the beads of sweat on my forehead, she noticed I was tired and teased, "Hehe, you're already tired from just this? How come you're so weak? It's not from watching too many porn movies, is it? Hehe." I was furious. What man likes a woman saying he's weak? "It's just too hot, my mouth is a little dry, I don't have enough saliva. Sister Zhao, you don't have any breast milk to quench my thirst, but it smells so strong, where did your milk go?" "Ugh, I've never had a child, where would I get breast milk, let alone any milky smell?" Not milky smell, then it must be the smell of breast milk? So this is what a woman's breast milk smells like! Never seen anything like it before. Right, never had a child, so that means Sister Zhao's vagina probably isn't that loose? What would it feel like to penetrate her then? What was I thinking? It's already a favor that Sister Zhao let me taste her breasts, and I actually wanted to... But it's not manly not to think about it.

Sister Zhao has sharp eyes, like she can see right through me. After all, she's been in the workforce longer than me and has seen more people. It's not hard for her to guess what I'm thinking. Sister Zhao whispered in my ear, "Do you want to see where Sister Zhao gave birth, to see if Sister Zhao lied to you that she's never had a child? Or do you want to use some naughty things to check... Ah..." That "ah" instantly made me erect, like hearing a woman's orgasm. Because I was alone in the house, I was wearing loose shorts, and my little brother gave it all away with any movement, pressing against Sister Zhao's slender waist through my pants.

Sister Zhao noticed too, and grabbed my penis with one hand. I shuddered and instinctively pulled back, feeling a bit uncomfortable. The friction between my big shorts and underwear was a little painful. Sister Zhao tightened her grip, and I didn't dare move. Sister Zhao slowly removed my two layers of protection, deliberately propping up my penis to prevent the underwear from rubbing against it.

When my penis was fully exposed, I unconsciously wanted to cover it with my hands. It wasn't out of shyness—it was already like this, what was there to be shy about? The main problem was that my penis was a bit short. I measured it myself when fully erect, and it was 12 centimeters. If I weren't so overweight, it would be about 10 centimeters, since my belly would hide some of it. The size was also average. It's all because of porn. I even doubted those male actors in those videos; where do all those big penises come from? Damn, that's what annoys me when watching porn. It makes me a little insecure.

Sister Zhao gently held my penis with one hand, without moving, making it throb. I'd never felt this good before; holding my own penis felt nothing like this. I wished Sister Zhao could hold it like that forever.

"Men aren't just about size. There's a saying—'Short and sharp.' Want Sister Zhao to give you some confidence today?" Sister Zhao's comforting words had some effect. I deliberately straightened my back, letting the few centimeters I'd hidden show a bit.

"Hehe," Sister Zhao chuckled, then pulled back my foreskin. When she saw my glans, she exclaimed in surprise, "Pink, so tender! You really are a virgin. Hmm, the smell is too." Hearing this, I felt even more depressed. It seemed she'd never believed I was a virgin. Wait, the smell?

"Sister Zhao, have you smelled the penises of many virgins?" I asked jealously.

"Hahaha," Sister Zhao laughed loudly, "You think Sister Zhao has a fetish for eating young chickens? Although young chickens are said to be very nutritious, who knows, you're reading a martial arts novel, right? Your taste is different from my husband's. You can tell the difference just by looking at a penis that hasn't been touched by a woman." Hearing this made me feel much better. I don't know what my mindset was at the time.

Actually, I don't know why things progressed so quickly. Once is quite normal, but then a week later it had progressed to this point. Words about sex were floating around in my head, it felt a bit unreal. It wasn't until a year later, when the construction site was completed, that I learned about it from other gossip.

Sister Zhao's husband is also in the construction business. He's often out socializing and frequents high-end brothels, neglecting Sister Zhao for a long time. Sister Zhao can only endure it; what can she do? Her husband is so domineering, and she can't do anything herself. Her job as a data clerk is only because of her husband's influence, to keep her busy. Basically, it's to keep Sister Zhao occupied so she doesn't have time to care about her husband's philandering. The reason he slept with me is probably because we're from the same hometown, he's a good guy, a decent young man (hehe). Besides, Sister Zhao needed to release her own tension. So, the right time, the right place, the right task, the right environment—all of this facilitated my transition from boy to man.

"Come on, lie down. Let me teach you. You've made me feel good for so long, so listen to me from now on. I promise I'll let you experience the pleasure of being a man." He then gave me a flirtatious wink.

I was stunned and sprawled out on the bed. Sister Zhao knelt between my legs, gently stroking my penis with one hand and kneading my testicles with the other. She touched the glans with her lips, occasionally licking it with her tongue. The feeling was indescribably wonderful.

Suddenly, I felt my glans enter a closed space—warm, slippery, and tight. "Ah…" I cried out loudly. Just as I felt I was about to ejaculate, the feeling disappeared. I opened my eyes and looked at Sister Zhao, confused.

"The feeling of entering a woman's vagina for the first time is similar to this, huh? You're about to ejaculate? Looks like you need to practice more, otherwise you'll be looked down upon for being a quick shooter when you get a girlfriend." "I don't want a girlfriend, I only want you, Sister Zhao," I said breathlessly.

Sister Zhao didn't answer. I knew it was impossible; it was just a thought. After all, I didn't want to break up someone else's family.

Sister Zhao began to slowly stimulate my glans, shaft, and testicles, gradually getting me used to the feeling. While savoring this wonderful sensation, I tried to distract myself from ejaculating, but it was so difficult. Usually, when I watch porn with a handjob, it's quick, just the moment of ejaculation. Although making a woman orgasm and appreciating her expression of pleasure while being fucked is a sign of a mature man, I'm still far from that. I'll take it slow. Sister Zhao started

swallowing my entire penis, as if I were truly inside her vagina. Although I still didn't know exactly what that felt like, the difference shouldn't be too great.

"Buzz..." My mind went blank, and it took a long time for me to come to my senses. I knew I had ejaculated. The feeling of oral sex is so different from masturbation!

I looked up and saw Sister Zhao had my entire penis in her mouth. I thought to myself, "Sister Zhao's mouth is so big!" At that moment, I forgot that my penis was only 12-15 centimeters long... Sister Zhao's head slowly moved up and down, her tongue circling around the glans. When she spat out my penis, she looked at me, opened her mouth, and I saw my semen in her mouth. Her eyes were full of affection as she looked at me.

My eyes welled up with tears. I was so excited, so incredibly excited! Then Sister Zhao closed her eyes and mouth. I saw her throat move; she swallowed it, she swallowed it. I... I... I... no words can express my feelings right now. Venes, thank you (what the hell is this?).

Seeing Sister Zhao's savoring expression, I couldn't help but ask, "Was it good? What did it taste like?" "Hehe, why don't you try some?" Uh, forget it. "Don't you men all secretly enjoy watching women swallow your filth, humph." "Filthy? Hehe, but Sister Zhao looks like she's enjoying it." "They say a young rooster's semen is highly nutritious, I'll try it, smack... it's nothing special." One sentence shut me up, and seeing my deflated expression, Sister Zhao laughed happily again.

"Was it good?"

"Yes."

"Want to do it again?"

"Yes."

"Hehe, but you have to get your head up first, it won't work like this." I looked at my little brother, there was nothing I could do, I'm not Superman, I haven't taken any magic drugs, and I haven't practiced the art of never falling down.

Sister Zhao cupped my face and looked at me. I couldn't resist kissing her, wanting to taste the magic of her tongue that made my penis throb. Sister Zhao turned her head away, "I just ate your food, aren't you afraid?" I hesitated for 0.0001 seconds, then continued to kiss her lips. Sister Zhao grabbed me, got off the bed, poured a glass of water, rinsed her mouth several times, and smelled her breath to make sure there was no semen smell before returning to the bed. Before she could speak, I frantically pressed Sister Zhao down, my lips pressing hard against hers.

Fragrant, sweet, smooth, so wet. My tongue darted around in Sister Zhao's mouth, but after a few strokes, I was out of breath and gave up. The moment I opened her mouth, I gasped for air, as did Sister Zhao. I don't know how to breathe properly, so I was holding my breath. Sister Zhao probably wasn't prepared, letting me dart around like that. Hehe, embarrassing again.

"Take your time, don't rush. I'll give you everything today. Tonight, I belong to you, as long as you can do it, hee hee." Sister Zhao emphasized the word "can do it." No man says he can't, even if he can't.

I caught my breath and kissed Sister Zhao's lips again. This time I learned my lesson. Even if I haven't eaten pork, I've seen pigs run. After watching so many TV dramas and porn, and considering my mistake just now, if I still can't do it, I should really go bang my head against the wall.

Little by little, I kissed her lips first, feeling the curves of her lips, the inside of her lips, the fragrance between her teeth, and finally her catfish-like tongue—the tip of her tongue—the body of her tongue—the root of her tongue. I didn't miss a single inch. My mouth was full of Sister Zhao's fragrance. Although I couldn't smell it, the feeling was very strong. Sister Zhao's whole body was fragrant and soft because my hands hadn't been idle. I touched every inch of Sister Zhao's body.

My favorite thing about her is the softness of her little feet. Her thighs and calves are so smooth, like they've been coated with lubricant. Her waist is so slender, a willow waist—the ancients were right! Her belly is a little chubby, probably from sitting in an office all the time.

A friend of mine once told me that if I ever have a girlfriend, I should touch her belly often. He said a woman's belly is the softest part of her body, the most pleasurable to touch. I don't know if everyone's preferences are the same, but it does feel quite nice to me. Of course, her breasts and those two little nipples are definitely not going to escape my clutches.

After all that fuss, her skirt was completely ruined. But without Zhao Jie's permission, I didn't take off her clothes. I wanted her to slowly undress herself in front of me; I wanted to experience that anticipation and temptation.

At this moment, I started greedily swallowing the saliva in Zhao Jie's mouth. It tasted sweeter than Nongfu Spring water. Who cares? She just swallowed my entire future generations; I have to get my money's worth, right?

Zhao Jie was already a little overwhelmed by my simultaneous stimulation from both ends, making continuous moaning sounds, her breath hitting my face, making me feel that she must be enjoying it.

Just as I swallowed the last bit of saliva from Zhao Jie's mouth, she pushed me away, panting, and said, "You little rascal, are you trying to kill me? You swallowed all my water, making my mouth so dry. Are you trying to make me suffer in this hot weather?" Seeing my mischievous grin, Zhao Jie understood that I was retaliating for her earlier teasing. Her face showed a mixture of anger and annoyance, but mostly shyness. Hehe, how could one word describe how amazing it was!

Zhao Jie slowly stood up. I knew that what was about to become an important moment in my life was about to begin, something I had been looking forward to for so long.

Zhao Jie turned her back to me, unzipped the back of her dress, and her smooth, white back almost made my eyes squint. When the dress was completely off and fell to the ground, her two full, plump buttocks were revealed before my eyes. It was strange, how could such a slender waist have such a plump bottom?

My hand involuntarily reached up and touched it. It felt so good, like squeezing a rubber ball, so bouncy. What made my nose bleed even more was that Sister Zhao was wearing a thong. I could only see one strip across her waist, which was very thin. That explained why I hadn't felt her underwear earlier. The vertical strip was completely embedded between her two plump buttocks.

To get a clear view, I climbed up with both hands, but it was still slippery and incredibly elastic, making it difficult to separate the buttocks. Slowly, I parted them a little, and I could vaguely see a strip of cloth with a bit of lace trim. Who could see that? It's usually hidden so well. Even when I'm taking a candid photo, I don't look at the lace. It's not as eye-catching as a plump buttock, I thought wickedly.

I pulled Sister Zhao towards me. As if she knew what I was going to do, her breathing became rapid again. I stuck out my tongue and licked down the strip of cloth at her waist, trying to lick along the vertical strip and into the deep crevice.

But it was too difficult. The two plump buttocks seemed to be protecting their owner, clamping tightly together, not allowing my attempt to succeed. The more I failed, the more determined I became. I vigorously rubbed the soft buttocks with both hands, and tried to push my tongue deeper into the crevice. The warmth and elasticity from my hands made me love it. The sensation of my tongue and the smell of my nose were irresistible.

Sister Zhao laughed and said, "Little pervert, you really know how to tease, hehe." I was mocked again, so I lightly slapped her plump buttocks. I finally saw real waves! Those buttocks were so alluring! I continued to lightly slap Sister Zhao's plump buttocks, wave after wave, as if I were immersed in an ocean of snow-white flesh.

"Ah, little pervert, I won't laugh anymore, I won't laugh anymore, um, don't hit me anymore, um, I can't take it anymore, uh." She can't take it anymore? Why does it sound stiff to me like she's enjoying it? Is she flirting? Hehe, mature women are so good! They make a virgin like me incredibly happy. I'm so glad I met such a gem like Sister Zhao for the first time in my life.

"I won't hit you, just stick your butt out and let me see what's inside." Sister Zhao obediently stuck her butt out, making it easier to separate her buttocks. I saw it: a thong completely clinging to her snow-white flesh, a patch of black pubic hair partially obscuring it.

Sister Zhao has so much pubic hair! They say a woman with a lot of pubic hair has a strong sex drive. I really don't know how Sister Zhao has managed to control herself all these years. Masturbation? Hehe, nothing beats a man's penis. But luckily, Sister Zhao doesn't seem like a promiscuous person, otherwise, how would I, a virgin, have gotten my

chance? I moved my tongue over again, and after licking a few times, when the tip of my tongue slid towards her blooming anus, Sister Zhao jumped away. "No, um, I'll wash it properly another day, wash it properly, and then..." I chuckled. There's no rush.

I pulled Sister Zhao around. When she was almost completely naked, I think I should have a nosebleed. Her full breasts stood proudly erect, her snow-white skin flushed slightly after the passion we'd just shared, radiating the glow of a mature woman. My gaze drifted down to her triangle area; the thong couldn't completely conceal her alluring beauty. Her pubic hair peeked out playfully, swaying at the man before me, revealing her loneliness and longing.

I squatted down, reaching behind her to grab her buttocks, biting the center of her thong with my teeth. I clamped her rounded thighs between my arms, pulling them closer together, and slowly pulled down her panties. When Sister Zhao was completely exposed before me, I finally understood why so many men are attracted to a woman's genitals. It's an indescribable feeling, a yearning from within. (⊙o⊙)... That lewd scent wafted into my nose, straight to my brain. My breathing quickened; I was captivated by the smell. Every woman's scent is different, but Sister Zhao's scent fascinated me. The smell of shower gel mixed with sweat was inhaled into my lungs. Even the playful pubic hairs were causing trouble, tickling my nose. I even deliberately moved them up and down, back and forth, to give them different stimuli.

This movement caused quite a stir. "Ah, um, ah, um," Sister Zhao's moans changed constantly. I looked down and realized that the gap between her legs was too small; the strap of her panties, wrapped around her cleft, was rubbing against her alluring anus. So Sister Zhao's anus is so sensitive! Hehe, I must have the chance to thoroughly ravage it, to make Sister Zhao submit, to teach her a lesson for looking down on me as a virgin. Hmph, finally, I've found my weakness.

After playing for a while, I felt it was about time, so I quickly took off my thong. The key thing was that I could feel my little brother starting to react, which was a big deal and needed to be taken seriously.

I laid Sister Zhao down on the bed, looking at her perfect body before me. Amidst the excitement, I felt a little lost, as if I had forgotten something. Ah, it was that damned condom… Although Sister Zhao was going to help me become a man, with sex imminent and my virginity about to crumble, what if I got pregnant from ejaculating inside her? That was my biggest headache and my biggest fear.

Sister Zhao looked at me strangely. I looked at Sister Zhao, my voice trembling with tears, "Sister Zhao, I, I, I don't have a condom." Sister Zhao was taken aback. "Hehe, good little brother, come on, it feels different with a condom. I want you to become a man, how can I let you wear a condom? I'm clean, don't worry. If you ejaculate, just ejaculate inside. I want your semen to fill my vagina. I'll take my medicine when we get back." Hearing Sister Zhao's words, I didn't care about anything else. I held my penis, which had become erect again under multiple stimulations, and thrust it towards the flesh hole I had been waiting for. Thud, I went astray. I was too impatient. Let's try again. Thud, I went astray again. Upon closer inspection, I realized that deep within Sister Zhao's dense forest, her peach-blossom-like flesh hole was already flowing with copious amounts of vaginal fluid.

Thanks to the Japanese, thanks to AV, you guys are passable in this respect, filling the gaps in my sex education. After understanding the reason, I knew what to do. Plus, a bit of a guilty conscience got the better of me. I gently parted Sister Zhao's labia with one hand. Sister Zhao's labia weren't very big, and they were quite tightly closed. It seemed she really didn't have sex with her husband very often. Parting the labia revealed a pink and tender area, the entrance glistening. I wanted to lick it, but my little brother was more important. I'd let it taste it first.

Where's the clitoris? I couldn't see it. Was it too small? Never mind that for now. With my other hand, I held my penis to the vaginal opening, dipped the glans in some vaginal fluid, and then began to slowly slide it along the labia, occasionally rubbing the shaft against the opening. It was time to use the glans to touch the place where I remembered the clitoris should be.

This went on for five or six minutes. Sister Zhao started writhing restlessly. I knew I had her itching with desire, but I wouldn't go in. I wanted her to beg me to put it in, to beg me to fuck her, to seduce me with the most seductive voice to penetrate her wanton vagina.

I started to imagine myself as the protagonist in those erotic novels—exciting, so exciting! Putting my imagination into practice made me want to ejaculate again. Sister

Zhao's moans grew louder, her two long, white legs clamping around my waist, hooking my back with her calves, her hands gripping my arms, wanting me to put my penis in. I understood the pleading in her eyes.

I felt a pang of reluctance, wanting to penetrate her quickly and satisfy her—after all, she had made me a man. But the devilish side of me took over, and I said, "Beg me, huff..." My breathing became erratic; this torment was also a form of self-inflicted suffering. But I didn't want to give in now.

"Fuck me, good little brother."

"Be more lewd."

"Good little brother, sister wants your cock, wants your cock to go inside sister's pussy, come on, ah, come on." "Not enough, be more lewd." I struggled one last time.

Sister Zhao twisted her body, her whole body trembling with pleasure. After holding back for a long time, I didn't soften. In the end, Sister Zhao almost shouted with all her might, "Give it to me, husband, my little husband, fuck your slutty wife, my pussy is so itchy." Almost the instant Sister Zhao finished speaking, I thrust in.

"Aww... ah..." Sister Zhao and I could only express our satisfaction with shouts. It was because it was my first time entering a woman's honey hole, it was too exciting. Fortunately, I had oral sex to get used to it and had been flirting for a long time, so I was a little prepared.

Sister Zhao was probably truly aroused, because what followed was an immense test for me. The insertion was sudden and forceful, catching her off guard. Coupled with her repeated lewd words, my penis slid all the way in, the head of my penis almost touching her cervix. Her cervix contracted rapidly, and a wave of heat rushed over, spraying onto my glans. She had an orgasm! I made a woman orgasm, on my very first time! Just one insertion and she orgasmed! I'll probably never forget this feeling of satisfaction for the rest of my life.

Just as I was about to savor the moment, a tingling sensation shot through my lower back, and my penis throbbed. I was about to ejaculate. No, I couldn't ejaculate yet! I hadn't even had a chance to penetrate yet, hadn't experienced the pleasure of penetration. I couldn't ejaculate so soon. I had to hold it in, hold it in! I gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, clenched my teeth, and strained my entire body to suppress the sensation.

Finally, the urge to ejaculate slowly subsided. I quickly moved slightly. It was alright; my penis was a little soft. I guessed a little bit had come out, but it shouldn't be a big problem. I'd experienced this before when watching porn and masturbating, and I could get hard again quickly.

Only then did I have the heart to see what Sister Zhao looked like during her orgasm: her brows were fully open, her eyes were tightly closed, probably still savoring the afterglow; her breathing was even, her small mouth slightly open, exhaling a fragrant scent, and her face radiated a dazzling glow. This was what a woman's orgasm looked like. No wonder so many men were attracted to her; she was so alluring, so sexy. My heart felt as if it were melting from the satisfied smile on Sister Zhao's face. I discovered that something even more wonderful than ejaculation was appreciating a woman's orgasm, especially when you brought her to one. The feeling was incredible. I realized I had fallen in love with this feeling.

After a long while, Sister Zhao recovered from her orgasm, slowly opening her eyes and gazing at me with tender affection. I saw love in her eyes. Although I had never been in a relationship before, that feeling was unforgettable. For a moment, I truly wished Sister Zhao were my wife, so I could have sex with her every day, bring her to orgasm, and admire her beautiful and captivating appearance during her orgasm.

I didn't rush into thrusting, but instead kissed Sister Zhao—her forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, nose, chin, and ears. It's said that most women's ears are very sensitive, and I could feel that from Sister Zhao's comfortable moans. When our tongues intertwined again, it was truly a feeling of being inseparable, like glue. We went back and forth, with Sister Zhao leading the way and me taking the lead, it all looked so natural. In the art of kissing, I had conquered Sister Zhao once again.

"Hoo..."

"You little pervert, you really fucked me to death just now!" "Was it good?"

"Mmm, good, very good."

Hearing Sister Zhao's series of affirmations, I was even happier. "What did it feel like?" "It was like, like standing on a cloud bathed in sunlight, so comfortable. I've never felt so comfortable before. I have to thank you for this." "Don't thank me, Sister Zhao. You made me a man. I should be thanking you. It's my duty to make you orgasm." "Hehe." Sister Zhao laughed, very happily. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed my face close to hers, and exchanged glances. At this moment, we were happy.

When I felt my penis quickly regain its vitality, a smirk appeared on my lips. Using my mind, I made my little brother throb twice inside her. Seeing the incredulous look in Sister Zhao's eyes, I smugly laughed, "Want another orgasm?" "You didn't ejaculate just now? How could that be? When I orgasmed, I sprayed... um, the amount of fluid I released was so intense even my husband couldn't handle it, he immediately came." "Hehehehe, I have my own methods. Tell me, do you want another orgasm?" "Don't force yourself, don't rush, take it easy. Tonight, I'm all yours, um..." With one powerful thrust, Sister Zhao knew I wasn't joking; I really hadn't ejaculated. It would be a lie to say she wasn't surprised. Looking at me, she thought: This virgin is something else, he even has this skill, I never knew.

"Yes, I want an orgasm all night long," Sister Zhao said in an extremely seductive voice, every word penetrating my bones, making my whole body go numb.

"Repeat that last sentence."

Which sentence? Zhao Jie was stunned by the question, but quickly realized it was the extremely lewd and somewhat reluctant thing she had said earlier to beg me to penetrate her. After hesitating for a while, she finally said, "Little husband, fuck me, my pussy is so itchy." How could I refuse my wife's request? Even if I had to do my best, I would still pay my dues.

I started to slowly thrust in and out. It was so tight. I asked Zhao Jie if she was a virgin. "Go away, I haven't done it for almost a year and a half," she replied. So I chatted with Zhao Jie while thrusting, just to distract myself.

Zhao Jie was really enjoying it. She was enjoying the taste of a penis that she hadn't tasted in two years, while answering all sorts of strange questions. And the answers had to be strange, otherwise I would stop thrusting. She also had to say different lewd things at my request. At this point, Zhao Jie had abandoned all her dignity in front of me, becoming my respected little wife. All of this felt like a dream, yet it was really happening.

After about eight minutes, I didn't check the time, nor did I have time to. I just estimated it by halving the time I usually spend masturbating. I felt like I was about to ejaculate again. My rapid breathing hit Sister Zhao's face, and she noticed my change. "I'm about to climax too. Fuck me, fuck me hard, my dear little husband, fuck me to death." After saying that, she kissed me, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, making me feel like I was suffocating. Her penis kept thrusting, but this didn't stop me. I supported myself slightly on the bed with my hands, giving my lower body room to thrust. I could feel the flow of fluid in her vagina increasing again, and the tender flesh around her moving rhythmically, getting closer and closer. Sister Zhao started to unleash her power. This young woman was indeed extraordinary. If she had used this move from the beginning, I probably wouldn't have lasted even ten minutes.

The tightness of her vagina felt amazing. With each thrust, I used the sensation of freefall to forcefully penetrate her, sending Zhao Jie into ecstasy. She gripped my waist tightly with her legs, responding to my thrusts as if the more forceful I was, the better. Coupled with our almost suffocating French kiss, I ejaculated. This time, I couldn't hold back; even if I wanted to, I couldn't. The gushing sensation made me feel like I was on a cloud. As my semen sprayed into Zhao Jie's uterus, she responded with an even more intense gush. We were both lost in the moment, our souls seemingly leaving our bodies.

A long, long time passed before our lips parted, and we both exhaled heavily, then gasped for fresh oxygen.

"Sister Zhao, you really went all out with me just now!"

"Hmph, now you know how powerful I am, you little pervert. You dare to mess with me with your skills as a virgin? Oh, hehe, I forgot you're not a virgin anymore. I took your virginity, hehe." Sister Zhao laughed happily, and I laughed along. Whatever, with this unforgettable beginning, I practiced harder. I didn't believe that I wouldn't completely conquer this woman I loved to the core. Perhaps this was the feeling of first love. My first time was so unforgettable, so I treated it as my first love.

Stroking Sister Zhao's alluring body after two orgasms, chatting sweet nothings, I discovered that life was so pleasant.

That night was crazy. Sister Zhao kept taking, and I kept responding. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and Sister Zhao stayed with me talking until we both fell into a deep sleep.

I used all sorts of techniques I'd learned in porn, and while they weren't perfect, they still brought us to multiple orgasms. Sister Zhao even taught me a lot of things I'd never seen before. The end result was that we slept until the evening of the next day.

When our stomachs started growling, we knew we had to get up and recharge, but when I tried to get out of bed, my legs were completely weak. Last night had been too intense; as a virgin, I couldn't handle the strain. It seemed I needed to work on my physical fitness.

Just then, Sister Zhao said with concern, "My dear little husband, I'm so sorry. I knew it was your first time, but I kept going. You must be exhausted. Come on, let me give you a massage." Looking into Sister Zhao's gentle eyes and feeling the soft touch of her hands, I discovered her tender side. Such a wonderful woman—her husband is a bastard! But if her husband isn't a bastard, how could I possibly have such a perfect woman? Hehe, thinking about this, I couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

Seeing my mischievous grin, Sister Zhao said I wasn't thinking anything innocent, but she just gave me a reproachful glare and continued massaging me.

Although women recover faster than men in bed, Sister Zhao hadn't done it for two years, and she still put in the same effort to please me last night. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "Okay, my sweet wife, I have the energy now. Let's go eat. I can even carry you on my back, like Pigsy carrying his wife, haha." I managed to move a little, just enough, mostly out of mental strength, and stood up. Sister Zhao quickly helped me up, giving me a sweet smile at my earlier address. She didn't object. There's hope! At least 80% of Sister Zhao's heart belongs to me now, o(∩_∩)o haha~.

We went out for dinner, supporting each other. The college students at the school looked at us, some confused, some experienced, and I could see the envy in some of their eyes. Damn, you bunch of kids, can you handle this? I have a woman who can make me completely exhausted, haha.

Sister Zhao remained in her sweet wife mode, leaning against me the whole way.

After dinner, I returned to my place. Although I still wanted to, I was truly powerless. Sister Zhao stopped my wicked thoughts, only letting me hold her alluring naked body while she spoke to me tenderly.

The night was so beautiful; the moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on the floor. I embraced my dear wife's soft, fragrant body and drifted off to sleep.

Before the construction workers returned from their holiday, we went wild for two more days, trying all sorts of new things. Locations: inside the construction site building, the general manager's office, the courtyard, the university lawn. One time was the most exciting; in the latter half of the night, under the moonlight, we ran to the basement of the student dormitory building and did it twice—once in the boys' dormitory and once in the girls' dormitory. That kind of excitement was much better than ordinary outdoor sex.

We conjured up all sorts of sexual fantasies. For example, in the boys' dormitory, Zhao imagined being surrounded by men watching her and me make love, reaching a fever pitch of excitement, her wanton vagina gripping me so tightly I ejaculated quickly. Downstairs in the girls' dormitory, I fantasized about being surrounded by girls watching us, and naturally I had to act like a man, with Zhao cooperating fully, saying all sorts of lewd things.

Once, a moan was so loud it probably disturbed a woman who got up in the middle of the night. That girl was quite clever; she opened the window and looked out. She couldn't see us, but we could see her, though we couldn't make out her face. This female student was quite something; she had a habit of sleeping naked, her small breasts particularly striking in the moonlight.

We were about three meters apart. I was holding Sister Zhao and thrusting into her from behind. Sister Zhao didn't dare to moan loudly, so she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from groaning. I knew this wouldn't do. I thought, "What's there to be afraid of if I can see it?" So I pulled Sister Zhao's hand away from her mouth and thrust with all my might. The intense sounds of our bodies colliding were definitely loud enough for the female student to hear. I stared intently at the female student's breasts, treating them as a sexual fantasy object, as if I were having sex with both of them at the same time.

The female student was probably still half asleep. In such a quiet night, with such intense physical contact, and the lewd moans coming from Sister Zhao's mouth that couldn't be covered, she looked around for a while, then turned and went back to her room to sleep. I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a pattern on her back, like a butterfly or something, near her lower back. I thought to myself, "She's probably a slut too." So I couldn't resist and thrust rapidly a couple more times before ejaculating, giving all my semen to Sister Zhao.

With a low growl from me, Sister Zhao couldn't help but let out a shout. I saw another movement in the room, probably because the female student had been aroused. I picked up Sister Zhao and rushed back to my room.

When I got there, I felt exhausted. Sister Zhao, while stroking my testicles and cleaning my penis, teased, "Oh, my little pervert husband, why are you running so fast? Maybe that female student saw how powerful you are and wanted to have a one-night stand with you. Don't worry, I'm not jealous. I'll even help you bully her, hehe." I kneaded her breasts, which I loved so much, with both hands. "Having my good wife is enough. You alone can drain me dry. I don't have the heart to look for anyone else. Only you understand me best, care for me most, and are the gentlest to me. I don't want any other women." Hearing my words, Sister Zhao didn't say anything, but just sucked on my penis even more diligently. Looking at her unnaturally trembling shoulders, I knew that Sister Zhao's heart already belonged completely to me, even though she couldn't always be by my side.

For the next year, whenever we had a spare moment, it was like an affair, each time filled with a sense of novelty.

One day, by chance, Sister Zhao found some pornographic videos I had stored on my computer, all featuring stockings. A ripple of excitement stirred within me.

The next night, Sister Zhao dragged me to her apartment. My God, how bold! I wasn't prepared at all. Sister Zhao told me her husband was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back for a few days, then turned and went back to the bedroom.

About ten minutes later, she came out again. I froze. She was wearing black lingerie and black stockings. I didn't know how Sister Zhao knew my tastes; only one thought occupied my mind: tonight I was going to fuck this alluring little vixen to death.

Nothing was said that night. The next morning, Sister Zhao lay lazily in my arms, playfully scolding, "You little pervert, you're getting more and more amazing! Every time you do it's like you're going to kill me, you don't show me any mercy, hmph." I quickly replied, "It's because my dear wife is too charming, I'm hopelessly infatuated. You don't know how alluring you are, do you? I wish I could devour you, hehe." Sister Zhao smiled sweetly, her limbs wrapped tightly around me, as if she wanted to melt into my body.

Stockings and role-playing became our daily rituals during lovemaking, something we both thoroughly enjoyed. All

good things must come to an end. Sister Zhao and I weren't really husband and wife, but we lived a life more like one than husband and wife for a year. A year later, she moved to another city where her husband had landed a big project and asked her to come help.

The night before she left, we embraced each other without saying a word, because we knew what the other wanted to say. Communication of the heart is more effective than any words, and we lay there quietly all night.

The next day I saw her off at the airport. Even as her figure disappeared into the clouds, I felt she was still standing beside me, hand in hand, watching the clouds, because her heart would always be with me.

[The End]

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