[Married Woman Incest] I tutor a young woman left behind in the countryside.

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I was very good at English and tutored in college. One day, my cousin called me and asked me to tutor one of her colleagues. I went to the address she gave me on Saturday. A young woman with an air of elegance, like a lilac, opened the door. My heart skipped a beat. Her name was Ru Ying. Her husband had been in the US for six months, and she asked me to help her fill out a visa form. A piece of cake! After I finished, she offered me an apple. While she was peeling the apple, I glanced at her a few more times. I really envied her husband; he had married a stunning beauty—long, jet-black hair, slender legs, and a high bust. She was the kind of woman who would turn heads on the street. After finishing the apple, I left.

Two weeks later, my cousin called again, asking me to go to Ru Ying's house again, saying she needed to see me. I was quite excited. When I got there, I learned that she had been imprisoned. At that time, it took six months after the initial visa application to get a second one. I could tell she was quite disappointed. She told me she wanted me to tutor her in English once a week, and I agreed without hesitation. Her English was relatively poor; she graduated from a vocational school, was from Qingdao, and was 27 years old. Her husband was pursuing a PhD at the University of Maryland. I told her that if she wanted to improve her listening skills, she should watch original English films. She suggested we watch films one week and practice speaking the next. Initially, I had no impure thoughts about her. Her apartment was quite small, so I started using the living room. One time, while using the bathroom, I saw a black lace bra and panties hanging on a hook and immediately became aroused. That night, I masturbated in my dorm room thinking about her.

I was in charge of choosing the films, which was quite difficult. She didn't like action movies; she preferred slow-paced art films. I would stop the film after each segment and explain the plot. She was very surprised by my listening comprehension; she told me she learned very quickly. You see, before I tutored her, I watched the film myself, took many notes, and improved a lot myself. One time when I visited, I could tell she was in a bad mood. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me she'd had a fight with her husband. She called him, but a woman answered. She asked him what that woman was doing in his dorm so late. Her husband stammered. Seeing she wasn't in the mood to study, I said I was leaving. She asked me to keep her company and talk. We talked for a long time that day. She told me many things, like how her husband pursued her. I could tell she needed a listener; she was so lonely. I thought if she weren't married, maybe I would have pursued her. It was late, so I left. The next day, I received a text message from her: "Thank you." It warmed my heart. I borrowed a DVD of Instinct, but was too embarrassed to show it to her. I asked her if she wanted to watch it, and she said many of her colleagues said it was good, so we watched it together. After watching it, I regretted it. We were both incredibly awkward; we didn't know whether to watch or turn it off. She blushed for a long time. The sounds of sex from the VHS were particularly jarring in the quiet room, and I couldn't translate for her. When Sarah Stone grabbed an ice spoon at the end, she was incredibly nervous. She awkwardly grabbed my hand; it was so soft. I held her hand tightly until we finished, then let go. We masturbated again that night. She enrolled in an intensive course at Forward, which I recommended; she needed some basic training. A week later, she told me that a guy in her class always stared at her lecherously, as if trying to see right through her. I thought to myself, I'm lecherous too, but I'm not as blatant. It's impossible for a man not to be attracted to a woman like her. I asked her about her husband, but she didn't want to talk about it, so I immediately stopped her. The next day it rained heavily, and I suddenly thought of her. I took a taxi and waited outside the night school. When she came out, she was quite surprised. I told her I'd been waiting for her for an hour. She asked if the meter was constantly ticking, and I said yes. She insisted on paying. Beautiful women are often very wary; security is very important to them. I'd seen her wedding photos; her husband wasn't exactly handsome. When we were almost home, I grabbed her hand. She tried to pull away, but I held on, and it felt wonderful. I asked her if she liked ice skating. She said she'd never done it before. I said I'd teach her, and she agreed. I was so excited; she'd agreed to our date. That day, she wore blue jeans that showed off her slender legs perfectly. Ice skating was one of my best ways to woo her; I could hold her hand the whole time. Several times I put my arm around her waist. Once, she fell, and when I reached to help her, I lost control, and we both fell—I was on the bottom, she was on top. Instinctively, I reached for her, and my hand touched her breast. She blushed. I said I really didn't mean to, and she said she believed me. Her breasts were soft and felt incredibly comfortable to touch. After a while, she said she was tired. I suggested we play games. She said she sometimes played Monopoly when she was home alone. I said we could play together next time. She nodded. I took her home, but I didn't go inside. I knew today was the first day of a significant breakthrough in our relationship, and I couldn't push my luck. From then on, I called her every day from the school's shared phone booth. I knew I was pursuing her. Her computer got a virus, so I went to help her fix it. The computer was in her bedroom, and she was wearing a bathrobe—it looked incredibly alluring. I was so happy. Before, when I visited her, she always dressed quite conservatively, but now she's becoming less and less defensive. She sat in front of the computer, and I intentionally held her hand. From above, I could see her pink bra through her underwear. My penis was constantly pressing against my jeans. The computer was finally fixed. I saw a photo album on the table. I opened it to look, but she wouldn't let me. I said, "Let me see." It was full of her photos. I said, "You're so beautiful. If you weren't married, I would definitely pursue you and marry you." She said, "Don't joke with me." I knew I meant it. There was a dance at school, and I asked her to come. She agreed. The dance was crowded. We danced a few times. Many upperclassmen asked her to dance, and she cut them all off. I asked her if she was only dancing with me today. She didn't answer. When we danced in the dark, I kissed her forehead. She struggled slightly, then punched my chest.I took her home. The hallway was dark. Suddenly, I hugged her. She struggled, but I boldly kissed her lips. She struggled again, but I could clearly feel her resistance was weak. I grew bolder and hugged her tighter. She gave up struggling and wrapped her arms around my waist. We kissed for a full minute. I felt like the happiest person in the world. That minute seemed to stand still, frozen in my life. I couldn't help but caress her full breasts. She resisted, but I didn't let go. I knew that if I let go, I would never have another chance. I increased the intensity of my caresses. Sometimes women want you to be a little rough, which means you have a strong need for them. She gasped and said I was hurting her, that it was too dangerous here, that her neighbors would see. I breathed into her ear several times, telling her I wanted to make love to her. She said not today, that her period was coming, and that it would be fine in a couple of days, and she could have sex with me next time. I was rock hard, so I unzipped my pants and placed her hand on my fully erect penis, asking her to help me masturbate. She said, "You're so hard!" I said, "Don't stop, help me come." She whispered, "Mmm." Suddenly, someone came up the hallway. I hugged her tightly until the person passed. I kept kissing her earlobe, and she couldn't take it anymore. She swayed her hips, and my hand slipped inside her silk skirt, caressing her private parts, stroking them back and forth through her cotton panties. I asked her what color they were, and she said they were purple. She said, "Let's not stay in the hallway, it's too dangerous. Let's go home." In the dark hallway, we held hands. She didn't say anything. After we went into the room, I hugged her tightly. She said, "I really can't today, I'll definitely give in next time." We sat down in her bedroom, and I said, "Help me come." She gently helped me masturbate, and I quickly realized I couldn't take it anymore. I told her I was almost done, and she sped up. I finally ejaculated, and white fluid shot out quickly, shooting a long way. She said, "You're amazing, you produced so much!" I told her I hadn't had sex in a long time. I held her in my arms, kneading her breasts and stroking her thighs—thighs I'd never touched before. She began to moan. I pulled her body close to mine, gently touching her genitals with my fingers. Finally, I slipped my hand inside her purple panties. She told me I could only touch the front, not go inside. I gently kneaded her clitoris. The only sound in the room was her soft moans. I knew she hadn't had sex in a long time. I gently rubbed her clitoris and lowered my head to kiss her. We started kissing, and soon she had her first orgasm. She told me that kissing made her especially want to have sex with me. She masturbated occasionally, but rarely. Several nights she couldn't sleep, so she would get up and masturbate. I kept stroking her, and she had her second orgasm. I didn't go home that day; we slept together, naked, embracing each other. The next morning, she looked at me and told me we were destined for each other. I held her close. Two days later, we had our first sexual encounter. I was so excited that I ejaculated in just five minutes. Because she had just started her period, I ejaculated inside her warm, wet vagina. That moment of ejaculation felt amazing. I knew that to maintain this relationship long-term, I had to make sure she enjoyed the pleasure of sex. The second time, I intentionally kept my penis inside her without moving it, kissing her entire body. She was very sensitive and got wet quickly. When I entered her from behind, I felt so happy. I controlled the increasing pleasure. Because I had already ejaculated once, this time it lasted especially long. I sped up. She was very wet, and her juices flowed down her thighs onto the sheets. We changed positions again. She was very passive, letting me do as I pleased. We sat facing each other as I thrust rapidly, one hand around her waist, the other squeezing her large breasts. Sometimes I could also stimulate her clitoris. She gripped my arm tightly. She climaxed 12 minutes later, her vagina contracting violently with each breath. I almost ejaculated again, but managed to control myself. I had her lie down and launched another attack from above. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and thrust rapidly. She said she didn't like this position. With her legs raised in the air, I knelt in front of her, my soles together, and thrust quickly. The only sounds in the room were the slapping of my penis against her vagina, my panting, and her moans. I varied the speed and depth of my thrusts. When I got tired, I lay on top of her, kissing her breasts. I saw her flushed face from the climax and felt a sense of satisfaction as a man. She would occasionally lift her head and grab my arms. I increased my speed, the pleasure below intensifying. I knew I was about to ejaculate. The slapping sounds matched her moans. She said she couldn't go on, so I pushed her as fast as I could. She climaxed a second time, and I ejaculated too, my hot semen shooting into her again. I didn't pull out for a long time, and we immediately wiped the sheets clean. We took a shower together. At first, she was reluctant, but I persisted, and she gave in. In the bathroom, I gave her oral sex, and she came a third time. I gave her sexual pleasure she had never experienced since we got married, and I was also surprised by my boldness. The techniques I learned from porn came in handy.

I finally possessed the woman I loved. I continued to tutor her in foreign languages, and after each lesson, I would sleep with her until she got her visa and went abroad. On our last night, we made love all night long. (

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