The sexual experiences of a young county party secretary

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Five years later, Han Dong suddenly returned, still as the secretary of the Youth League Committee in the same county. This sparked much speculation among those who knew him. He acted as if nothing had happened, throwing himself wholeheartedly into his work. Within two years, his leadership skills and work performance quickly gained recognition from superiors and the county party committee and government, and he was even elected as a member of the county party committee standing committee. He established high prestige within the county party committee compound and enjoyed a good reputation among young people, who unanimously believed he was the successor to the next deputy secretary of the county party committee.
Amidst the praise from leaders and colleagues, dissenting voices also arose. Some people remarked that Han Dong was already twenty-seven years old and had never mentioned a girlfriend, so well-meaning individuals inquired and offered introductions.
The most enthusiastic was Wang Bo from the Finance Bureau. She was the wife of Zheng Tianyuan, the deputy director of the county's Organization Department. Thirty-one years old this year, she was ten years younger than Zheng Tianyuan. Director Zheng greatly admired Han Dong's intelligence and talent, often inviting him to their home for meals. Over time, Han Dong naturally became familiar with them, and nothing could be kept from the Zheng couple. Initially, Han Dong addressed Wang Bo as "Auntie," but Old Zheng said, "We're brothers, so from now on, call her 'Big Brother' and 'Big Sister-in-law.'" Wang Bo introduced Han Dong to several girls, but he hadn't met any of them, leaving Wang Bo unsure what kind of girl Han Dong actually liked. She had no idea. Actually, Han Dong couldn't let go of Yu'er in his heart. Besides, he had been so busy with work these past two years that he hadn't thought about it much. However, he had also developed a sense of reliance on his sister-in-law, Wang Bo. Whenever he had any achievements at work or any thoughts on his mind, he always wanted to tell Lao Zheng and his wife first. Lao Zheng always told him to stay calm, but his sister-in-law listened attentively. Naturally, he communicated more with his sister-in-law. He stayed at the government guesthouse, and his sister-in-law washed all his clothes. At first, he felt embarrassed, but Lao Zheng told him not to be so formal. Gradually, he got used to it. Sometimes when he came over for a meal, he would bring some side dishes, just like family.
Lao Zheng liked to play cards in his spare time. Apart from occasionally having a drink at home, he never drank alcohol outside. His alcohol tolerance was only one bottle of beer. When Han Dong first came to his house, he stayed home with him. But after a while, he became less formal. Sometimes he would eat a quick meal and then go to play mahjong, often saying, "Han Dong, you eat slowly, I'm going to play cards." As a result, Han Dong and Wang Bo spent more time together, talking about everything except their high school days, and their hearts gradually drew closer.
Once, when Lao Zheng went on a business trip, the company provided some benefits, which Han Dong personally delivered. He knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door opened, and there stood Wang Bo in the doorway, wearing pajamas, pale-faced, with disheveled hair, looking weak and listless. She said, "Come in." Her appearance startled Han Dong, and he felt a little embarrassed, but he still went inside. Just as he said, "Is your sister-in-law sick?" he saw his sister-in-law, Wang Bo, collapse to the floor, her cup in her hand. He quickly carried her to bed, and her head was burning hot. He quickly found some medicine for her, gave it to her, boiled water, and applied a hot towel to her forehead. He didn't know when his sister-in-law had fallen asleep, but he couldn't leave now. He was afraid of waking her up if he watched TV, so he sat down on the sofa. It was already very late, and he was a little sleepy, but he was worried about leaving his sister-in-law in this condition. Gradually, he also fell asleep on the sofa. In the middle of the night, his sister-in-law, Wang Bo, got up to use the bathroom and saw him slumped on the sofa. She felt very sorry for him and was also very touched. She found a blanket to cover him, but it woke him up. He opened his eyes and saw it was his sister-in-law. He asked, "Are you alright?" His sister-in-law nodded, indicating that he should go back to sleep. He rubbed his eyes and said, "I don't want to sleep." "It's not comfortable on the sofa, go sleep on the bed," his sister-in-law said as she walked into the inner room. He was worried. How could he sleep on a double bed? He heard his sister-in-law say from the inner room, "You stay on the left, I'll stay on the right." He didn't know what to say after that, so he slept fully clothed on the bed and had a sweet dream—he dreamt of his sister-in-law. When he opened his eyes, it was already broad daylight. His sister-in-law was cooking in the kitchen, and she had even specially boiled an egg and put it in his porridge bowl. While eating, her gaze was gentle and calm, just as always, only her voice was a little weak, due to her illness. After finishing his meal, he had to go to work. As he left, his sister-in-law said, "Come over for dinner tonight?" He said, "Not sure, let's talk on the phone."
As it was time to leave work, Han Dong headed towards Old Zheng's house. The Party Secretary of a certain township had invited him to dinner, but he'd declined with an excuse, because a certain thought was weighing on his mind. He'd even bought a bottle of fruit wine. Reaching the door, he gently knocked. The door creaked open, and his sister-in-law's voice came from inside, "Come in quickly," as if she knew it was him. He went into the kitchen and noticed his sister-in-law was dressed differently than usual. He then noticed how good her figure was—her breasts were high and firm, her buttocks round and sexy. Actually, he hadn't paid much attention until now. Wang Bo was one of the most beautiful young women in the county. He stared blankly. His sister-in-law turned around, smiling, and said, "What are you daydreaming about? What are you looking at?" His face suddenly turned red.
At the dinner table, the two chatted and ate, even finishing the wine he'd specially bought. They were both rational and clear-headed, but both were trying to figure out each other's thoughts. While clearing the table, the sister-in-law accidentally dropped a bowl on the floor and quickly reached for it. He reached for it too, but instead of the bowl, he grabbed the other's hand. At that moment, their eyes met, and they didn't say a word. He didn't know why, but he pulled the sister-in-law into his arms, and their lips naturally met, then became entwined passionately. The sister-in-law's body gradually softened in his arms, while his lower body hardened, pressing firmly against her lower abdomen. The sister-in-law's breathing became rapid, and his hand slipped inside her clothes, pressing against her breasts, making her make strange noises.
For some reason, the sister-in-law suddenly pushed him away forcefully and turned to walk towards the kitchen. This left Han Dong bewildered, like a child who had done something wrong, standing frozen in the dining room. Where had his title as the secretary of the Youth League Committee gone at that moment?
His sister-in-law was washing dishes in the kitchen. The sounds of the dishes rubbing together and the running water aroused Han Dong's desire once again. Looking at her slightly disheveled hair and rumpled clothes, he walked over step by step, his lower body subconsciously hardening. He practically walked into the kitchen on three legs. He grabbed her from behind, pressing his lips to her neck, which was flushed with nervousness. His sister-in-law trembled. Han Dong tightly grasped her breasts with both hands, feeling the discomfort of her bra. He squeezed them hard, then pulled off her apron with one hand and reached into her chest with the other. His sister-in-law struggled and dodged a few times, offering her breasts to his hands. He caressed them passionately. The only sound in the room was the running water. He felt a throbbing pain in his lower body, and his right hand received a command from his brain. He reached for his sister-in-law's pink, tight-fitting skirt, but couldn't get his hand inside no matter how hard he tried. He inwardly cursed himself for being so clumsy. Growing impatient, he leaned down and slipped his hand between her legs. She flinched, a fluid flowing from her lower body, seeping through her panties and wetting his probing hand. His hand began to move upwards, trying to pull down her panties, but the belt was too tight, and he couldn't succeed despite repeated attempts. At this moment, she began to lean back, resting her head on his shoulder, her body unconsciously twisting. She understood what he was going to do; she tightened her abdomen, and his hand slipped inside her panties, casually playing with her pubic hair. Her pubic hair gradually became damp, and a trembling sound came from her throat. He withdrew his hand, picked her up, and took two steps into the inner room, gently placing her on the bed.
He didn't immediately undress and get into bed. Instead, he lifted his sister-in-law's arm and began to undress her. She was wearing a low-cut t-shirt, which he lifted from the bottom and pulled out over the top. She was only wearing a pink bra, which was now positioned above her breasts—a result of his passionate touch. As she straightened her chest, he untied the bra. Her breasts, undeformed by her lying down, remained round and high, with pointed, purplish-red nipples. He lowered his head and gently sucked on her nipple, rhythmically kneading her other breast with one hand. Then, he gently removed her skirt and panties, repeatedly teasing her nipples with his tongue. His sister-in-law's legs were twisting, one pressed against the other, her hands gripping the sheets, her gaze somewhat hazy and ambiguous, her mouth uttering intermittent "mmm...mmm...mmm" sounds. At this moment, he quickly stripped naked, lifted her legs, and pressed his penis against her breasts. The water rubbed against her back and forth, her upper body heaving. He wasn't in a hurry to enter, but instead lowered himself, his tongue and hands roaming over her body like snakes. Her breathing became increasingly labored. He joined two fingers of his right hand together, tracing down her groin to her cleft, teasing her most sensitive spot, occasionally pressing on that small, hard lump. The pressure and frequency of his presses increased, and her body movements became more and more intense. Suddenly, he thrust his two fingers inside, feeling an intense heat within. He moved his fingers rapidly in and out, and her moans grew more wanton. She gripped his shoulders tightly, pleading, "Please...please...please...go in faster! Please, hurry, hurry!" I couldn't take it anymore... and grabbed Han Dong's "little brother" with my hand, pressing it in passionately. Han Dong imitated the actions in the pornographic video, slowly inserting three fingers together into my sister-in-law's lower body. My sister-in-law cried out and sprang up, grabbing the arm he was inserting into and pressing down hard. He thrust rhythmically, and my sister-in-law lay softly on the bed, letting him play with her as he pleased. One of his hands was stroking under my sister-in-law's buttocks, and suddenly he lifted her up with force. Her red vulva was sucking, and he suddenly thrust in with three fingers and his fist. My sister-in-law's hands desperately gripped the sheets, her chest fully thrusting out, and she let out an "ah..." sound that could be heard throughout the entire building. The time had come. Han Dong raised his head, pulled his hand out, and thrust his erect penis deep inside. My sister-in-law's hands strained... He forcefully lifted her buttocks and thrust his hips downwards, his body involuntarily undulating. The feeling was divine. His sister-in-law murmured, "Faster...faster... harder, don't stop...faster... harder, I can't take it..." With a cry of "Ah!", she deflated like a punctured balloon, her head slumping heavily onto the pillow, her eyes closed as she moaned. He thrust even harder, leaving a large patch of her fluids on the sheets, like his trophy, along with the naked woman on the bed. He unconsciously murmured, "Bo'er, call me darling," "Darling, keep going, my baby...darling, I feel so good." These words aroused him even more. He thrust wildly, feeling a flood surging within him, each wave higher than the last, until he slowly stopped, collapsing onto his sister-in-law, panting heavily.
This was his first experience with pornography, his first sexual encounter, and an unforgettable one. He quickly fell asleep. In the latter half of the night, he had no idea when his penis became erect or when his sister-in-law rode on top of him. He was awakened by the moans of his sister-in-law. Watching everything unfold, his body unconsciously responded, his hands grabbing his sister-in-law's breasts and shaking them vigorously for a full half hour. Suddenly, he felt as if he had been electrocuted, a tingling sensation spreading through his body, followed by a violent ejaculation. His sister-in-law beautifully climbed off him, her pubic hair still dripping with their mixture. She said, "You're amazing," and then fell asleep contentedly on his chest.
(V)
But Han Dong was not sleepy at all. He looked out at the night sky, his thoughts swirling. The scene of Yu'er being raped flashed through his mind. Recalling his more than five years of humiliation and the perverted mind he had developed after watching pornographic videos in his loneliness, he couldn't help but sigh deeply. His gaze returned to the bed, where he saw the woman he had conquered, the naked woman, and felt somewhat lost.
His sister-in-law was completely naked, her snow-white skin, long legs, high breasts, and pubic hair, streaked with semen and sticking up, along with the hair standing upright on either side, particularly glaring. He leaned down and used the tip of his tongue to pluck the erect hair, his index finger tapping his nipple repeatedly like pressing a button. His sleeping sister-in-law stirred, opened her sleepy eyes, and said, "You big bad guy, you won't behave unless I tap you." After saying that, she spread her legs wider, enough for Han Dong to go further. Playing with her, Han Dong's hands stroked downwards, his tongue becoming active, slowly moving towards his sister-in-law's opening. He noticed a faint, rhythmic breath coming from there, and mischievously, he inserted his tongue inside. His sister-in-law instinctively tightened her legs, letting his tongue tease her inside. Her body gradually reacted. Han Dong's hands and tongue began to roam freely over her body, his tongue returning to her nipples, while his two fingers pinched and kneaded the small clitoris between her legs. His sister-in-law's body began to boil, her mouth uttering commands of passion. Han Dong knelt between her parted legs, lifted her up by the waist, and bit down on his long-erect member. The sounds of impact, moans, and shouts mingled together. His sister-in-law clung tightly to his shoulders, letting his lower body pound wildly. Han Dong's body slowly tightened, the movement reaching a vacuum; he was about to ejaculate. He lifted his sister-in-law's buttocks, pulling his penis out of her opening. His sister-in-law's excited expression was somewhat puzzled; she stared blankly at him. He aimed at his sister-in-law's face, grasped her large, purplish-red member, and vigorously stroked it, shouting for her to open her mouth. Streams of silvery semen shot out from beneath her, into her mouth and face. His sister-in-law understood, letting him indulge in his lewdness. He quickly calmed down, licking the semen with his mouth, their lips meeting in a gentle, lingering embrace. For a long, long time…
it was already dawn. His sister-in-law said, “You really know how to play. This is the first time I’ve ever experienced a woman’s pleasure.” After that, they did it every day, at least two or three times, sometimes four or five, enjoying it immensely.
Old Zheng was coming back, arriving at 3 pm tomorrow. It was said that Old Zheng had made a name for himself in this investment promotion effort, attracting 170 million yuan in investment. The county had already arranged a welcome-back celebration for him. Wang Bo also received a call from Old Zheng, and felt a strange unease. But she still cleaned the house thoroughly, especially the bed, changing all the sheets and duvet covers. Looking at the results of her labor, she still felt uneasy.
Han Dong didn't come home for lunch, saying he went to the countryside and would be back that evening to welcome Lao Zheng back. She sat alone on the sofa, feeling empty and wanting to cry. She thought about how she had introduced Han Dong to potential partners, and before long, she had ended up in his arms and even slept with him. So many times she had experienced intense pleasure, reaching multiple orgasms. Without him inside her, she felt restless and couldn't perform anything. Now it was the end of the month, and the reports weren't finished. Sitting in the office, her mind was filled with images of her encounters with Han Dong, and she kept experiencing vaginal discharge, forcing her to change her underwear every day. Now Lao Zheng was coming back, what should she do? She decided not to go to work that afternoon and wait for Lao Zheng to return home.
Time slipped away in reminiscence, and before they knew it, it was past three o'clock. The door creaked open, and Old Zheng entered the house with a hearty laugh. Seeing Wang Bo sitting on the sofa, he said, "Wife, didn't you go to work? Waiting for me?" Wang Bo stood up, walked to the door, and took Old Zheng's bag, saying, "You're back?" Her voice was a little low. Old Zheng said, "The car's waiting downstairs. I need to change my clothes right away and go to the hotel; the county leaders are all there." Before Old Zheng could even finish fastening his tie, the car horn blared downstairs. Wang Bo said unhappily, "Why the rush? What time is dinner?" Old Zheng smiled, a little suggestively, and said, "Don't be angry. I know you're in a hurry too. I'll be at your service tonight." With that, he left.
In the hotel's private room, the leaders talked, ate, and drank. Old Zheng, seeing the county party secretary drinking alone with him, couldn't refuse, so he tilted his head back and downed the drink. Several other leaders followed suit, quickly getting Old Zheng drunk. He slumped onto the table and fell asleep. Han Dong didn't say much at the table, only taking a small sip with Old Zheng and a sip with all the other leaders present. As the banquet was ending, Secretary Liu instructed Han Dong to take Old Zheng home.
The leaders left one by one. When Han Dong helped Old Zheng into his house and laid him on the bed, Old Zheng was completely unaware. Han Dong got up to leave, but Wang Bo grabbed his hand, gesturing for him to sit for a while. Han Dong shook his head and continued walking out. Wang Bo grabbed him from behind, pulled him to the left, and they went into the bathroom.
Wang Bo's slender hands darted into Han Dong's crotch, grabbing his penis and kneading his testicles with the other. The penis instantly transformed into a large rod in her hands. Han Dong unbuttoned his front door, pulled Wang Bo's hands out, and made her turn around, holding onto a basin. He lifted Wang Bo's skirt, seeing she wasn't wearing underwear, and reached between her legs, finding the groin. He raised his rod and thrust it in. Wang Bo let out a moan, and he began to thrust rapidly, each stroke faster than the last. Wang Bo's vaginal fluids flowed down his legs. As the water flowed downwards, he simply lifted Wang Bo's body upwards, her entire upper body leaning over the washbasin, her feet off the ground. He spread her legs with his hands, thrusting downwards, Wang Bo's head already against the wall, her breathing becoming heavier. Han Dong's energy had just been released, and his strength was increasing. Wang Bo clearly felt his glans hitting her cervix. The heat within Han Dong's body was rising rapidly. He didn't care who else was in the room; he needed to vent, to sing. He charged forward with all his might, only feeling his head spinning. Suddenly, he thrust his abdomen forward, realizing his penis was throbbing inside, while Wang Bo's private parts were gripping intensely, giving Han Dong exceptional pleasure. After a moment, he gently pulled out, preparing to fasten his pants, when his sister-in-law Wang Bo squatted down, brought her small mouth forward, and took it in, sucking back and forth. Soon, his member rose again. Han Dong unzipped his pants and had no choice but to sit on the toilet seat, letting her suckle to her heart's content. Han Dong felt a bit uncomfortable from the fullness and gestured for her to sit down, so she defecated like a child. She sat down on the flagpole again, bobbing up and down with slight moans. Han Dong picked her up once more, and she turned around, spreading her legs to wrap around his waist. Han Dong lifted her buttocks, allowing his penis to penetrate her again. Han Dong stood erect, using the strength of his abdomen and hands to thrust, like mechanically moving something. The swaying stimulation caused Wang Bo's body to spasm, and the contraction of her vaginal opening grew stronger, making his penis unable to bear it. He thrust again and again, exerting all his strength, and finally gushed out. They
hadn't seen each other for only a day, and his sister-in-law couldn't help but miss him terribly. What would they do in the future?
Han Dong wanted to? Wang Bo wanted to too? They had to endure it for the next few days.
In the middle of the night, Old Zheng woke up with a throbbing head. He got out of bed, drank a glass of water, and went back to bed, but couldn't fall back asleep. Looking at his wife's sleeping posture, he felt a stirring in his heart, and his lower body became itchy and erect. He gently touched Wang Bo's arm, and Wang Bo only turned to her side, leaving her back to Old Zheng. Old Zheng's hand gently stroked her back, moving down to her waist, and he discovered that she wasn't wearing anything on her lower body. He was a little excited, but also felt a little strange. His wife had never acted like this in all these years. Never mind, he had to solve his immediate problem first. His gun was already loaded. When he reached under his wife's buttocks and stroked the bullseye, the bullseye was covered in sticky fluid, and the opening was just right. (He thought it was the result of his stroking, but little did he know it was Han Dong's handiwork from the previous night. There must still be Han Dong's little elves on it. How could he know these things!) He took off his underwear, pressed his body against her from behind, and slowly pushed his old gun into the bullseye.
They hadn't done this since they got married. Though husband and wife, it felt like a sneak attack, fueled by desire, stimulating him. His thrusts went from slow to fast. His wife not only woke up but also moaned, softly calling out, "Husband...husband..." She lifted one leg to meet his moan, making Old Zheng's thrusts even more satisfying. Old Zheng was starting to tire and soon slowed down. Wang Bo, though out of sight, wouldn't let him off the hook, her body relentlessly pushing him back. Old Zheng hardened his resolve, thinking, "I can't handle you!" and his lower body became even more aggressive, thrusting and pounding. His wife gripped the headboard, shaking her head repeatedly, seemingly begging for mercy, yet also enjoying it. Old Zheng felt immense satisfaction. He felt a tightness and tingling in his back, and then a torrent of semen gushed out, soaking his wife's buttocks with his own fluids. He rolled over, letting out a long sigh, like a victorious general, while his wife's pink face stared intently at him.
Her flushed face and amorous eyes concealed a secret: in her sleep, she and Han Dong were naked, on two swinging swings, making love with the swings. Han Dong's penis was large and erect, and she tried her best to open her vagina to receive it. With each thrust, she screamed high, her heart soaring. She mistook Lao Zheng's penetration for Han Dong's, calling him "husband" repeatedly. When she felt his penis weaken, she realized it was Lao Zheng on the bed, but instinctively she cooperated until the battle ended.
She felt it was unfair to wait for Lao Zheng like this, but she couldn't say anything. She recalled the passionate lovemaking and wild positions in the dark bathroom the night before, and her hand unconsciously touched Lao Zheng's drooping penis. Lao Zheng's penis was tired and unresponsive.
Another day began, busy with work as usual. No one said anything, and Wang Bo didn't say anything to Lao Zheng either. Everything was peaceful.
These past few days, Wang Bo has been feeling uneasy and irritable. She's been arguing with Lao Zheng over the smallest things, leaving Lao Zheng feeling frustrated. Why is she like this? This woman is so unpredictable, it's impossible to handle her. He has nowhere to vent his anger, so he deliberately finds a place to play mahjong. It's like a heroic act of a man who doesn't argue with a woman.
Wang Bo, on the other hand, is fighting with herself! She feels guilty towards Lao Zheng, sometimes even avoiding his eyes, internally berating herself as a slut and a lowlife. She tries to make up for her guilt with her actions, but when she's in bed with Lao Zheng, she thinks of Han Dong. She's not convinced of her own feelings, afraid to face them. She doesn't know who she loves. She's so anxious! She's so forgetful. Once, she ironed her favorite clothes—it was her favorite one! How could she not be angry? She thought, so many people have pursued me—rich, powerful, talented—and I've rejected them all. Why can't I handle Han Dong? He's several years younger than me, what's wrong with me, Wang Bo?
After getting married, the person who showed her the strongest affection, and the one who made her heart flutter, was none other than the deputy secretary of the county party committee. She managed to stay strong and hold her ground even at the most crucial moments. It was this deputy secretary who promoted Lao Zheng to his current position. Lao Zheng was grateful and invited him to his home for dinner, but he declined. The underwear she wears now was bought by the deputy secretary during his trip to Europe. Her closest encounter with the deputy secretary was during a Spring Festival celebration at the finance bureau. Wang Bo was quite the highlight of the bureau at the time, wearing a snow-white, tight-fitting jacket and dark purple thong, looking exceptionally youthful. One of the activities was a three-legged race, where participants were paired by drawing lots. She and the deputy secretary were paired together by chance. She ran the fastest and won first place. Naturally, they became acquainted. The deputy secretary was very gentlemanly and didn't talk much. Occasionally, he would say something very philosophical, which Wang Bo liked to hear. When dancing, she took the initiative to ask the deputy secretary to sing a few songs. The deputy mayor was also with the deputy secretary, but she didn't give him any face. When dancing, the deputy secretary only said one sentence: "Little Wang, you are so beautiful." When the party ended, the deputy secretary offered to treat them to a late-night snack, which she accepted. She wanted to use this opportunity to ask the deputy secretary for help with her boyfriend, Xiao Zheng. Also present were bureau leaders and several girlfriends. At the table, she launched her attack, and soon the deputy secretary was quite drunk. She had never drunk so much before and naturally couldn't hold on any longer. Her colleagues helped her to a private room to rest, where the deputy secretary also rested. Suddenly, she sobered up a bit and saw a bed on each side, which reassured her. She thought it was the perfect opportunity to talk to the deputy secretary about Xiao Zheng. While the people outside were engrossed in eating and singing, she gently woke the deputy secretary. The deputy secretary looked unenthusiastic and asked, "Is there something you need?" This made her extremely embarrassed. She stammered, "I...I'm Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang?" Her voice trembled slightly with nervousness. The deputy secretary, recognizing her, laughed and said, "It's you? Xiao Wang. What's up?" She swallowed hard, mustered her courage, and blurted out everything about Xiao Zheng. The deputy secretary laughed even harder, saying slowly, "You little rascal, you're drinking with me about this?" She nodded shyly. The deputy secretary sat up and suddenly asked her, "How did you manage to get it done? How are you going to thank me?" She stood there, unsure how to answer, head bowed, remaining silent. The deputy secretary grabbed her hand, gesturing for her to come to the bedside. She timidly approached him, only to be suddenly pulled into his arms, her breasts pressed against his face. They fell onto the bed, one hand slipping inside her shirt and expertly grasping her breast. Wang Bo was shocked. She tried to get up, but the hand kneading her breast made her feel lightheaded and dizzy. She hadn't expected the deputy secretary to be like this. Struggling, her mouth was already sealed shut by another mouth. Something hard was pressing against her lower body, her entire stomach exposed, one breast completely exposed. She felt waves of dizziness, and before she could fully recover, she felt something moving around in her lower body, sometimes tingling with her vaginal muscles. Mao felt a slight pain, and suddenly something went inside, moving around. She gasped. The thing was thin and short. Her head buzzed; she thought, "This is it, I'm done for. It's all my fault for offering myself up." So she stopped resisting. Seeing that she had given up, the deputy secretary started to unzip her pants. Only then did she realize that what was inside her wasn't that filth, but the deputy secretary's finger. Thank goodness! She pushed the deputy secretary away with a sudden burst of strength, straightened her clothes, and said to him, "I've done my best for you. Whether Xiao Zheng's matter works or not depends on you. If it succeeds, I might thank you even more." She didn't care about the deputy secretary's feelings and left after saying that. She knew that this was bait. To this day, Wang Bo has never properly thanked the deputy secretary. "
Sigh, am I, Wang Bo, really that promiscuous? Why are men always staring at me? Is there something wrong with me?" These days, Han Dong only called her once, saying that his unit was extremely busy, holding a cultural performance. Yes, the Finance Bureau was also arranging programs. But that's not how she thinks. She always wants to do "that" with Han Dong. Without Han Dong's penis, she feels uncomfortable and can't sleep.
She thinks she's promiscuous, especially when Lao Zheng is playing cards and she's home alone. Her eyes are glued to the TV, but she doesn't know what's on. All she wants is to be with Han Dong and how to penetrate, how to spit, how to bite, how to cooperate, and how to have "sexual" bliss. One time, unable to control herself, she went to the guesthouse while Lao Zheng was playing cards. There she found Han Dong writing some materials. Without thinking twice, she locked the door, went behind Han Dong, took off her clothes, and pushed him and the chair to the ground. She pressed her wet, sticky opening against his lips. Han Dong didn't even have time to speak before they began their frenzied activity. When she collapsed to the ground, her legs were too weak, Han Dong still hadn't undressed. Once he was naked, revealing his hard, erect member, she eagerly began to bite it. She knelt there, moving from biting to sucking, from sucking to stroking. The floor beneath her was soaked with her fluids. Han Dong cried out excitedly and lifted her from the ground. She was thrown onto the soft bed, face down, buttocks facing Han Dong, lying there stiffly. Han Dong knelt between her legs, licking her anus with the tip of his tongue. She felt itchy and gushed, making "ah" sounds. Then Han Dong dipped his fingers in saliva and inserted them into her anus. She felt her whole body tighten; she wanted to urinate, yet felt a certain part of her body about to lose control. His fingers moved back and forth repeatedly, and she felt as if her anus was being stretched open, extremely uncomfortable. She begged, saying, "Dong, my husband, come on up! I want my little brother." Hearing this, Han Dong stopped, flipped her over, lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, straddling her other leg, his hard erection... The large rod plunged into the dark, wet area between her legs, pressing against her purplish-red vulva and thrusting back and forth. His powerful abdominal movements lasted for over 50 minutes. Several orgasms had passed, and she felt like she was flying, her body soaring into the distance, unable to see where she came from or where it would end. But Han Dong remained as firm and powerful as ever, his thrusts and pumping far exceeding his previous ones. She had no strength left; even her moans ceased. She could only sway back and forth with the intense thrusts, as if floating in the clouds. Han Dong also made soft "oh oh" sounds, telling her intermittently, "Count down from 100... I'm going to ejaculate when you reach 1... Open your mouth... Get ready... This time I guarantee it." ...Not wanting to waste any more nutrients, just as she was counting 5, 4, 3, Han Dong suddenly pulled out a large stick. She quickly turned around, took the spirit object in her mouth, and felt it gushing out in spurts. Her throat tightened and loosened, and her Adam's apple gurgled a few times before she swallowed all the gushing spirit. Then she leaned back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the delicious soup flowing from her lower body. Han Dong licked it tirelessly. When the clock struck ten, she realized it was too late and quickly got dressed and left. Before parting, she didn't forget to kiss his little brother. Han Dong lay on the bed, limp and motionless. She understood Han Dong; he was tired from serving her. So she turned back at the door and took a few more deep bites of his little brother.
Thankfully, Lao Zheng hadn't returned home yet, and her heart relaxed. She didn't want to wash up, so she just took off her clothes and went to sleep. She slept soundly that night, not even noticing when Lao Zheng came home. The next day, she was full of energy at work, and her colleagues teased her, "Lao Zheng made you feel good again," and "You're so energetic, is your Lao Zheng exhausted?" "Go away, what nonsense!" she replied, but secretly she was amused.
Isn't that strange? She was searching for the answer.

These days, Wang Bo's legs seemed to be slightly apart when she walked, and she always felt something was off down there, as if her private parts were constantly being cultivated 24/7. Her lower body was always aroused, wanting someone to penetrate her. Sometimes she secretly laughed, wondering if she had developed a "sexual fanaticism" disorder. Sometimes, if she glanced at the young men at the Finance Bureau a few times, her private parts would twitch, and her face would flush red, like she had a fever.
With only four days until the performance, Han Dong had everything arranged and was surprisingly quiet, just waiting for the applause of a successful performance. He picked up the phone again and called Wang Bo, inviting her to lunch at her place, knowing that Lao Zheng was out assessing cadres and wouldn't be back until evening. At noon, the two entered the house one after the other. Wang Bo was already in the kitchen washing vegetables. They exchanged a few quick kisses, then Han Dong went to watch TV. Wang Bo finished chopping the knife and turned on the gas to cook. On TV, a scene from Jiang Wen's "A Native of Beijing in New York" was playing, featuring a love scene. Han Dong's crotch bulged as he watched. He then went behind Wang Bo, smiling, and pulled down her skirt. The skirt fell to the floor, revealing pink panties that accentuated her round, sexy buttocks. He then tried to remove her underwear. Wang Bo said angrily, "What's the rush? We can do it after dinner." She was still busy cooking, but Han Dong wouldn't listen. He had already inserted his sausage between Wang Bo's legs. Wang Bo giggled, twisting her legs. Han Dong placed his hands on the inside of her thighs, telling her to focus on cooking, then picked her up, like holding a child to defecate. Wang Bo's erect sausage was inserted, and she cried out, "You're bad, you're bad!" while her hands became increasingly flustered. She jokingly said, "If you knew your thing was so unruly, you could have just washed, chopped it up, and cooked it all together. That would have saved me the trouble." Han Dong replied, "Okay, as long as you're willing, I have no objection." Just as Han Dong paused slightly to make their positions more harmonious and comfortable, Wang Bo turned off the gas, and the cooking couldn't continue. The two of them continued like this for more than ten minutes. Han Dong was sweating profusely. He carried her to the sofa, where she held onto it with her hands, her buttocks sticking out. Han Dong thrust into her again, and the two of them groaned and pounded against each other like dogs in heat, not separating for a second. Han Dong's hands pulled her breasts, making them stretch and shrink with each thrust. She didn't feel any pain. Han Dong felt sweat pouring down his back, but his desire guided him to keep going, faster and faster. Wang Bo bit the sofa with her mouth. She dared not shout too loudly, fearing the neighbors would hear at noon. She suppressed her pleasure, closing her eyes, which only intensified the stimulation. She tried to reach her limit, straining to say to Han Dong, "Go harder, give it your all, I'm coming! Hurry up and thrust your big stick in! Please... please... I can't take it anymore!" Her message satisfied Han Dong, a sense of conquest, and a manifestation of masculine power. Han Dong's penis seemed to suddenly enlarge, thrusting wildly. Each primal movement brought a different sensation. He felt something piercing through his spine, sending shivers down his spine. He gripped Wang Bo's waist with both hands, his eyes fixed on her reddened buttocks, his penis slamming into her lower body repeatedly. Wang Bo felt it too. Her lower body, out of control, was biting and clenching, even though she had no teeth. It bit Han Dong's manhood until it spat out and trembled violently. Several torrents rushed in, completely filling her mouth of desire, with some even overflowing and flowing down her thighs. She twisted and fell onto the bed. Han Dong went to the bathroom and came out after a while. He sat by her pubic hair and started fiddling with it with one hand, while using a wooden comb in the other to comb it. She raised her flushed face and said, "You're so annoying, be good." Han Dong was having fun, his hands still busy. He noticed that deep between Wang Bo's legs, streams of vaginal fluid were flowing out. Wang Bo said unhappily, "Look at you, everything's sticky. What are we going to do?" After saying that, she also went to the bathroom to wash her hands and get something to eat. Han Dong, however, fell asleep on the sofa.
He only woke up when Wang Bo put a cucumber in his mouth. The two hurriedly ate a bite, didn't even wash the bowl, and went to work. In the afternoon, Han Dong was invited to watch a rehearsal for the county's independent high school. When Xiao Ma, the propaganda minister of the Youth League Committee, called Han Dong, Han Dong had just arrived at the entrance of the county committee and said, "You guys come downstairs, I'm downstairs."

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