[Fantasy] My Many Women

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In 1991, I was transferred to a business inspection office in my unit. At that time, there were two female colleagues in this department. One was a few years older than me, over 30, and the other was two years younger, 24. The older one's surname was Gao, and the younger one's given name was Hua. Following our unit's custom, I called them "Teacher Gao" and "Teacher Hua," respectively. Teacher Gao did her own work, while Teacher Hua and I worked together on one task.

Teacher Gao came from a very wealthy family, but she didn't care much about her appearance or clothing, and never wore makeup. At 1.65 meters tall, she looked several years older than her actual age. She was straightforward, had a loud voice, but was very kind-hearted—the kind of person who wouldn't offend others unless provoked, but would retaliate if offended. Her husband worked in the same unit as us, had been with the boss for many years, was a favorite of the boss, had extensive social connections, and was generally very easygoing in his dealings with others, enjoying a good reputation among colleagues and friends.

Ms. Hua is nearly 170cm tall and weighs less than 100 pounds. She's quite thin, with a flat chest and dark skin. She doesn't care much about dressing up, but because she's young, her complexion is ruddy. Her eyes aren't large, but they're very bright. She has a small mouth and thin lips. Being slender, she appears tall, and her legs are very straight (my legs aren't straight, so I admire people with straight legs and especially appreciate women with straight legs). She walks with a slight pigeon-toed gait. I like to look at her legs when I have free time; they're so straight. She's also quite straightforward, a bit stubborn, and doesn't speak gently. If anyone offends her, she'll launch into a tirade.

When I arrived, I brought life to that little house. The three of us are all straightforward and don't mince words; we're all very direct. We spent over a year with them. Occasionally, Ms. Hua and I, being the two young people, would have a little argument. Ms. Gao, who was a few years older than us, would act as a peacemaker, mediating and reconciling things, advising me and then Ms. Hua. We both have fiery tempers; after a fight, we're still good partners. After all, we have desks next to each other, working together on the same tasks. Even when we're not talking, we have to finish our work before we can leave. Our work is relatively secluded; we work and chat all day with the door closed, looking out for each other, and generally getting along well.

Less than a year after I arrived, a female colleague named Hai was transferred here.

From then on, our relationship changed completely: Hai was fair-skinned and chubby, about 165 cm tall and weighing about 140-150 kg. She had bright, large eyes that gleamed coldly; she wasn't ugly, with fair skin, short hair, and a tomboyish air. She had a bit of a masculine personality, was quite shrewd, and fearless. She was two years older than me, very argumentative, always competitive, eloquent, and relentlessly persistent, even when she was wrong. She was a notorious female villain in our unit; her husband was a civil servant, and her brother was a high-ranking official in the province.

The four of us worked together, laughed and joked, gossiped about everyone, and talked vividly about which woman was dating which man, and which man was dating which woman. We'd laugh it off before getting back to work. Sometimes I'd offer an opinion, right or wrong, and Hai would always side with the other three women, treating me like an "enemy" and constantly opposing me. I was helpless against women like that. By then, I was already in my mid-twenties, and the three of them were all married with children, so they didn't hold back when they talked to me. Three women make a drama; they'd say their dirty jokes, and I'd listen to mine, occasionally adding a little spice to their conversation to provoke them into getting angry at me—of course, when I picked up on their banter, I'd be even more direct, explicit, and raunchy than they were. We laughed and joked like this for a year or two until I was transferred to another department, ending my days of daily banter with these women. But a few years later, I had managed to win over 66% of the three women.

I worked in another department for a year. The girl named Hua, who had previously worked with me in the examination room, took over my job, and I was transferred to another place, where I stayed for more than ten years. It was during these ten years that my extramarital affairs underwent a dramatic change. I successively slept with Hua and Hai, two of the three women from my previous examination room. A 66% success rate, not bad, right? Only Teacher Gao was highly respected, several years older than me, and besides, she and her husband had been kind to me, so I couldn't bear to do it, my fellow wolves!

After Hua took over my job as cashier, I became her regular customer. I liked to go there to chat whenever I had nothing to do, and I would stay for half a morning or half an afternoon. Once, I jokingly mentioned that her child didn't resemble her, that he was "a bit of a freak" (meaning he didn't look like her husband's offspring). She suddenly got angry and embarrassed me in front of others. I didn't know whether to leave or stay, stand or sit, so I half-lay on the sofa, grabbed a magazine, and read it over and over until I knew the contents by heart, without moving an inch… After that, I stopped going to her place to avoid making a fool of myself.

This stalemate lasted for more than half a year. One day, after drinking heavily, I glanced at her office as I passed by. She was alone inside. I staggered into her ensuite office (where she worked), sat down on the sofa, and began to recount the joys and sorrows we shared while working together, the hardships we went through together. At the most emotional parts, I even forced out a few tears. Tears are truly a powerful thing; they're very infectious. Listening to my story and seeing me cry, her eyes also reddened, and she soon began wiping away tears with a tissue.

I said, "Teacher, do you remember that day in the inspection room when a ticket stub didn't add up? We checked until after 8 pm. It was winter, and there was almost no one left in the office at 8 pm. When we finally balanced the numbers, we cheered so excitedly that the bureau chief next door peeked over to see what we were doing.

" "I remember! We painstakingly checked it from the beginning, bit by bit, and by the time we found it, it was already very late." I told her, "At that moment, I was so happy I really wanted to pick you up and spin you around three times!" Hearing this, she smiled, her little face flushed, but didn't respond. I continued to recall that night: "I remember that night was the first time we went out to eat alone. We even ordered two bottles of beer (I didn't drink much back then), and then I asked her if she wanted to go see dancing. She said it was too late, and we didn't want to go. And that's how we parted ways and went home." Actually, I was subtly testing her back then, but we were both young and naive, or perhaps conservative. I had only recently gotten married, and the initial excitement hadn't worn off. Besides, given Ms. Hua's personality, I had the desire but not the courage; I just had some feelings for her.

Recalling things from a few years ago, we were both immersed in sweet memories. Although we were very innocent then, there was no physical intimacy, not even a single inappropriate word, but we cared deeply for each other and understood each other's personalities. Frankly, we had a certain emotional foundation.

We closed the door (hers had an aluminum alloy partition) and talked for four or five hours. When we felt it was time to leave, we checked the time and everyone else had already left. Her manager called her, but I turned him away, saying I was busy. Others who came in and saw us whispering left tactfully. So, fueled by alcohol, I blurted out everything I'd wanted to say but hadn't dared to before. Now that things were out in the open, it was up to Ms. Hua's reaction. She simply talked about how good I was to her, how much I cared for her, how much I valued her, and how I didn't dislike her (just not dislike, not say I liked her), but she genuinely didn't think anything more of it. We chatted until evening before going home separately. Back then, things weren't so romantic; we didn't go out for dinner

or drinks. Through this straightforward conversation, our relationship subtly changed. She no longer had a stern face when she saw me, and her tone of voice became much gentler. I started going to her place more often, calling her frequently to chat. Of course, when we chatted, it was clearly more of a test, like saying I liked her, or that I missed her when I couldn't see her, and then gradually delving deeper into the topic based on her reaction. She listened calmly, seemingly happy and enjoying hearing me say that I liked her. Then I asked her out to talk, and although she was always hesitant, she always agreed.

I drove her around slowly, talking slowly, occasionally touching her hand intentionally or unintentionally. She didn't deliberately avoid it, so I knew she had implicitly acknowledged my feelings for her.

However, for a long time, Ms. Hua and I only maintained a close friendship, without any further development. It wasn't until 1999 that I launched a fierce offensive against her. With enough perseverance, no fortress is insurmountable.

Before winning over Ms. Hua, I had my first extramarital affair.

After changing jobs, my social circle at work broadened, and I met everyone in the company. It was around that time that I learned to play mahjong and developed a high alcohol tolerance. Every evening after work, my buddies would invite me to drink and play mahjong. My mahjong skills were terrible; I always lost, which was probably why everyone liked to invite me to play. Back

then, we always played mahjong at home. We often went to a guy named Piao's house to play. I called him "brother" because he was two years older than me. He was very stingy when it came to money for friends; we always brought our own food and drinks to his house. After eating and drinking, we would start playing mahjong, sometimes from noon until very late at night, and he wouldn't even ask his wife to cook anything.

Let me tell you about this couple: They both work at the same company as me. The husband is the colleague I mentioned earlier, Director Hua, whom I like. Although he's called a director, he's really just a professional manager. His wife, Piao, is a very capable woman. Besides her regular job, she knits sweaters at home (machine-knitted) to earn extra money. They have two daughters, aged 6 to 9, and their family is quite comfortable.

Piao is of average appearance, a woman in her thirties, with legs that don't quite meet—I don't like legs like that. She's not particularly attractive, but she's incredibly kind to me, always trying to strike up a conversation, asking all sorts of questions, without caring whether her husband and friends are present. When we play cards past lunchtime, she ignores everyone else and only asks if I'm hungry or thirsty, making me feel quite embarrassed in front of everyone. They both love playing cards, but her husband won't let her, so she can only watch. She likes to sit next to me and watch me play, even though I'm not very good at it.

One weekend, everyone called and invited me to Piao's house to play cards, so I went. It was Sister Piao who opened the door. Seeing it was me, she reached into my shirt pocket and quickly pulled her hand out. Inside were colleagues and friends, so I didn't dare ask any questions and went in. Then we sat down to play cards. As usual, I lost more than I won. When I reached into my pocket for money, I found an extra 300 yuan (in the early 1990s, 300 yuan was a considerable sum, more than my monthly salary). I knew it was from Sister Piao. Back then, we spent less than 10 yuan per game, and at most, we'd lose 100 or 200 yuan a day. Wages were very low then.

I glanced at her gratefully; she was staring straight at me. I didn't say anything more—I wasn't much of a talker anyway—and just focused on playing cards. I still lost. She comforted me: "It's okay, play better next time and win it back." At that time, we only just got pagers and landlines around here. When I saw that the couple weren't together, I contacted them to express my gratitude and say I would return the money. She said that since she had given it to me, she wouldn't ask for it back, etc., her tone full of coquettishness. Actually, she was three years older than me.

Her actions towards me made me realize that she had some feelings for me, but considering that we were both colleagues and that she often hung out with her husband, I was worried about what would happen to my work if we developed a relationship and people found out. So I suppressed the matter and let it cool down. But she was still so good to me, still caring and attentive to my needs. At that time, apart from Xiuzhi (my first woman) and my wife (I was her only one), I had no extramarital affairs and no experience in flirting with women. I was still a naive and clueless boy.

Because I often lost at mahjong, I lost interest in the game and stopped participating much. My sister-in-law called me, asking why I hadn't been to her house lately and if she had mistreated me. I told her that she hadn't mistreated me and that she was very good to me, but I was just losing so much that I was tired of it. She said, "You should come over now, right? If you're short of money, your sister-in-law will give you some, but you must come to my house often." Her words touched me deeply. As the

saying goes, "Humans aren't plants or trees, how can they be without feelings?" As I mentioned in previous articles, I lack confidence in my appearance and am not good at talking, but I don't know why, despite so many friends visiting her house and many men being kind to her, why is Sister-in-law so devoted to someone like me, a man who isn't particularly good-looking and is short of money? I have a brother who is exceptionally kind to her, bringing her or her husband breakfast almost every morning, and she often brings large bags of gifts when she visits, yet Sister-in-law isn't as kind to him. Touched by her kindness, I pondered how to repay her, but my family's financial situation is even worse than hers. How could I possibly repay her?

Once, when I was at her house, she asked me to help her cook, so I went into the kitchen with her. I'm quite familiar with chopping and stir-frying vegetables, and since everything was readily available, I figured I'd just make something simple to fill everyone's stomachs. After all, her husband isn't very generous, and if I made too much with the extra ingredients she added, he might get angry with me. Her house was quite small, a three-bedroom apartment of about 80 square meters (things have changed now; she lives in a high-rise building). The kitchen was even smaller, and as we moved around in the cramped space, some physical contact was inevitable. I deliberately touched her buttocks with the back of my hand. She smiled at me charmingly, without scolding or blaming me, which greatly encouraged me. I then tried kissing her cheek, and she still smiled at me. So I dried my hands and reached out to grab her breast. She frowned and gave me a wink. I then remembered that there were still a few people playing mahjong outside. I was secretly pleased: so she didn't mind me touching her. Now that I knew her attitude, I felt relieved. Anyway, there's plenty of time in the future, so what's a little while? I settled down to cook and then urged everyone to finish playing cards and eat.

Our unit has a branch office in the county town, a four-story building. The first floor is for business, and the fourth floor is a dance hall. The unit organizes dancing on the fourth floor every Thursday, and anyone who wants to participate can join. Sister Piao works in the business hall on the first floor. Thursday afternoon. Sister Piao paged me. After I called back, she told me that it was her shift that afternoon, Brother Piao was on duty at the bureau, and she was home alone. She asked if I wanted to come to the branch office to dance. I told her I couldn't dance, but if she wanted me to kiss her, she could wait for me on the first floor. I'd come over early, and we could talk there. She agreed.

After work, I rushed home to eat something and then went to the branch office. Knowing she was waiting for me on the first floor, I pretended to go upstairs. Seeing no one at the stairs, I pushed open the back door of their business hall and slipped inside. I locked the door behind me, afraid someone would see the lights on and question me. The lights were off; it was pitch black. After I adjusted to the darkness, I saw she was already waiting for me inside. I didn't dare speak loudly, so I hugged her and started kissing her. Although she didn't refuse my kisses, she wasn't very cooperative, and her mouth wasn't open much. I reached under her shirt and touched her breasts directly. Her breasts were small; I could easily grab them with one hand. Luckily, my wife's breasts were quite large. Perhaps it was because of aesthetic fatigue, but I found Piao's small breasts quite novel and interesting. I kept stroking them, and with my other hand, I lifted her shirt, unhooked her bra, and took her right breast into my mouth. She hummed in agreement, and I opened my mouth wide, sucking her small breasts all the way in. She cried out, "Ah!" and I quickly covered her mouth, afraid the dancers upstairs would hear. She whispered to me, "It hurts, don't suck so hard!"

I released her breast and gently sucked on her nipple, moving it back and forth. Her nipple wasn't big either, only a little bigger than a soybean. After my kisses, the nipple hardened, which I already knew was a natural reaction to nipple stimulation.

I pinned her against the wall, kissing her nipples, my hand sliding down under her skirt, exploring her lower opening. I slipped my hand inside her panties, caressing her mons pubis, but couldn't find any pubic hair. I checked again, still nothing… Was she a hairless woman? Since it was my first time with her, I was too embarrassed to ask. With this question in mind, I reached my fingers into her vulva. Her large labia majora were tightly closed; I couldn't find her labia minora. I patiently stroked her genitals a few times, then moved my fingers to her clitoris, searching for that little nipple. She trembled, clinging tightly to my neck. I rubbed her clitoris, and she made a soft "mmm" sound. I slid my fingers further into her vulva; there was already some sticky vaginal fluid inside. The area around her vagina was fleshy and soft, almost boneless.

At that moment, the sound of dancing footsteps began to rise and fall in the hallway. I was both nervous and excited, afraid someone would knock on the door, but I couldn't get out at this point, so I simply pressed her down on the floor (there was a counter, a storage room for sales staff during their lunch break, located at the back door of the sales hall), pulled down her panties, and quickly took off my own pants. I lifted her skirt and looked down, wanting to see what her vulva looked like, and to see her pubic hair, which I hadn't been able to touch earlier. But the room was too dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly. I spread her wet vulva open with both hands. There were no long labia minora (I'd only had two previous experiences with women, and neither of them seemed to have this kind of vulva and labia). I didn't have time to think, and with my already swollen penis, I groped and thrust it into her vulva.

She only made one sound, a muffled "hmm" or "uh-huh." My penis was already deep inside her vulva, surrounded by her very fleshy vulva, and it really felt like it was being sucked. I pushed my penis in forcefully. It was very tight (she has two daughters, the older one even bigger than my son, but the feeling of penetration was completely different from my wife's; my wife only has one son, but it feels so empty!), very deep, it felt like I couldn't reach the bottom, and it was very soft. I experienced a sensation different from my wife's vagina, and then I thought of her husband—Piao Ge, whom I worked and played cards with every day. Although he wasn't particularly generous, he always referred to me as "little brother" when we talked. I imagined Piao Ge's thick penis (to be honest, mine isn't as big as Piao Ge's; I've seen it in the shower) and my own thin penis penetrating the same slit as Piao Ge's wife, brothers' penises penetrating the same vagina. My central nervous system was excited, my body was convulsing, and my penis contracted in Piao Ge's plump vagina. I couldn't control myself and ejaculated all of my hot semen into my colleague's wife's vagina without even saying goodbye!

Below, Piao's vagina was also contracting, her body swaying, clamping down on my penis to prevent it from pulling out. But I quickly went limp, the thrusting lasting less than three minutes—too fast. After all, the footsteps going up and down the stairs were outside, Piao's shadow was flickering before my eyes, and Piao's vagina was writhing below. I really couldn't take it anymore; so fast, so quick, I finished so hastily… I felt a pang of guilt: Piao's wife was so good to me, and when it came time to repay her, I hesitated and overthought things, finishing in just a few minutes. I was useless!

Piao's wife's hands tightly wrapped around my back, unwilling to let go, her vagina still rhythmically contracting. With each contraction, my initially hard penis softened a little, and eventually, it simply slid out from her overflowing vulva, carrying both my semen and her vaginal fluid. Piao sighed regretfully, quickly grabbing a handful of paper to cover her vagina. I quickly wiped my wet penis, pulled up my pants, and tiptoed to the back door. I pressed my ear against the door to listen for any sounds outside, then ran back to ask her, "There's no one outside now, shall I leave?" (Just now, I went upstairs and ran into Piao Ge at 3:53 pm on February 24, 2011. I remembered what I had just written about his wife, his big penis, and his hairless wife's slit-like vagina... Lies will be punished!) Piao Ge's wife was clearly not very satisfied, looking at me pitifully without saying a word. I couldn't bear it, so I lay back down on the mat, lifted her shirt again, and kissed her two small breasts. I sucked hard on her nipples, feeling that although her breasts were small, they were still somewhat fleshy. I could swallow her breasts whole if I opened my mouth slightly.

This was my first time with her, and besides, the image of Piao Ge, whom I saw every day, kept flashing before my eyes. I imagined the scene of the two of them exchanging saliva while kissing, so I didn't want to kiss her. Instead, I chose to kiss her breasts. Actually, from the beginning, I sensed that she didn't really like kissing me, so I decided against it. I alternated between sucking on her breasts, while she put her hand inside my pants and touched my semi-erect penis. I knew what she was thinking; she just wanted another round. At this point, I whispered to her, "Can Piao Ge do two rounds in a row?" "Hmph, he falls asleep as soon as one round is over." I asked her, "Never twice in a row?" She said, "I did twice when I was younger, but I haven't done it twice in a long time."

Hearing this, I secretly got excited: my style of continuous battles had some history, and compared to Piao Ge, I had more confidence. As we talked, I got an erection. It was uncomfortable through my pants, and as if she knew, she said, "Shall I take them off for you?" "Okay," I replied. I was happy to enjoy the feeling of a woman taking off my pants so I could fuck her.

She hadn't put her underwear back on after we finished. I touched her slit; naturally, it was a wet little stream, flowing with thick fluid… I used the nectar from her slit to gently press on her clitoris. She groaned and shifted her hips slightly. I knew she was sensitive to clitoral stimulation; my wife was like that too. Whenever I stimulated her clitoris, she would say she felt uncomfortable and wanted to pee… I put my fingers inside her vagina, probing and probing. She started to wriggle, pulling on my buttocks, wanting me to penetrate her. I deliberately asked her, "Is it itchy inside?" "Mmm…" Did she want me to penetrate her? "I want to..." Due to the time and place, I stopped being coy and inserted my penis into her wet vagina. It was very lubricated, with her vaginal fluid and a lot of my semen. This time, the insertion was smooth and easy. Since I had just ejaculated, my semen acted as a lubricant, making a splashing sound without the resistance of the first time. So, I disliked one of her legs, moved it over my head, and thrust into her vagina from the side, my entire penis going in to the root. I swung my penis up and down and side to side, and she only moaned softly, which sounded very unpleasant. But the thought of my buddy, who I eat, drink, and play cards with every day, also thrusting and ejaculating inside this slut (he wouldn't be so forward with his advances if he weren't), and how our semen was all going into the same slut, made me even more excited. I was leaning against his woman, who was secretly giving me money and even contacting me when he wasn't home to let me fuck her (although we didn't talk about sex on the phone, we both knew what was going on, right?). I felt very pleased and unconsciously sped up, thrusting in and out repeatedly until I was about to ejaculate. I hurriedly put down her right leg, lay on top of her, lifted my buttocks, and thrust a few times, telling her I was going to cum. She didn't say a word. I gripped her shoulders tightly, thrusting my penis as far as I could, ejaculating a thick stream of semen deep into her vagina… I glanced at the pager; it was already past 8:30 PM. I stopped lingering, grabbed her panties, wiped my penis clean, walked to the door, paused, and waved to her when she didn't move. She whispered a warning: "Be careful, don't let anyone see you." I

quietly opened the door and slipped out. Seeing no one around, I went upstairs. My legs felt weak as I climbed, my steps unsteady. Sigh! Time was too short; the two encounters didn't even last 20 minutes, with only a few minutes between them. I roused myself, feigning composure, and swaggered up to the fourth floor to find a female colleague to dance with. After two songs, I saw Sister Piao enter the dance hall, looking around before coming to my side: "Shall we dance?" I said okay, and we went down to the dance floor to the music.

In the days that followed, whenever it was convenient, we would contact each other and meet for sex.

One night, after drinking, I returned to the duty room at work and saw Piao playing mahjong. I asked him if he had eaten, and he said he had and was on duty that night. Hearing this, I lost interest in watching the game. I glanced at the cards of a few people and then made an excuse to go to another room to call Piao's wife. After confirming she was home, I went straight to her house. The door was ajar, but I left it open. I quietly went into the bedroom (someone lived downstairs), and she was already lying on the bed waiting.

Without saying a word, I took off my clothes and got into bed, removing her pajamas and underwear. For the first time, I properly admired her body: not very white, breasts not large but not flat, a slender waist, and further down, a smooth vulva with a slit between her legs, revealing a small patch of labia minora, about the size of a soybean. I didn't bother to kiss her or touch her breasts; I directly pressed my face against her vulva to examine it closely. There were a dozen or so fine pubic hairs curving and clinging to her vulva. It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman who was practically a bald tiger, with a vulva so small you could barely see her labia minora—she was so beautiful! Like the vulva of an undeveloped little girl. I leaned down and smelled it; a faint, clean scent of soap wafted up, indicating she'd just cleaned herself. I was so pleased that my sister-in-law respected me so much. I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking the tiny bit of her labia minora that was sticking out. Then I parted her vulva, revealing tender, red flesh glistening with vaginal fluid inside her small opening. I wanted to give her oral sex, but I was really hesitant. I asked her, "Did you two do anything today?" "No." Even if we didn't do anything, I didn't want to kiss her. Who knew if she was telling the truth? I symbolically kissed her vulva and clitoris. She didn't push my head away. I spat, climbed on top of her, wrapped my arms around her neck, and kissed her lips. Just like the first time, she wouldn't open her mouth wide, and I didn't force her. I had to kiss those small breasts, otherwise it would be too unfair to her. I suckled on her nipple, and she immediately let out a soft "hmm." Ugh! If she wanted to moan, she could have just made a sound, why just a soft "hmm"? Whatever, I kissed this one, touched that one, and she tightened her grip

on my waist, still moaning softly. Fine! I'll just go for it. After all, we're at home; what if some people suddenly decide to come home in the middle of the night? I grabbed my throbbing penis, rubbed it against her vaginal opening a few times, and then thrust in with a powerful stroke.

She moaned a few more times, but I didn't care anymore. I just felt the soft flesh inside her vagina gripping my penis tightly. There wasn't much lubrication, so there was some resistance.

I lifted her legs and placed them in the crook of my arms, so her vagina naturally parted a little more and rose higher. I thrust into her hard, like digging a well, watching her small breasts tremble and sway, silently chanting in my mind: Hold on! Hold on! Don't ejaculate in just a few minutes like last time. This time, it has to last 10 minutes… Thinking about it like this, my brain got excited, and my penis betrayed me, convulsing uncontrollably as I ejaculated streams of semen into my sister-in-law's vagina.

I lowered her legs, lay on top of her, and tried to push my hips down, wanting to insert my penis as deeply as possible. But as her vagina contracted, it didn't feel like it was sucking my penis, as others described. It felt like it was spitting out my penis, and finally, it slipped out with a whoosh. Looking down, I chuckled—it was limp as a sheet of dough.

She reached under the pillow for some toilet paper, and we wiped ourselves. Then I put my arms around her neck and rested against the headboard. At that moment, she burst into laughter, which confused me. I asked her, bewildered, what she was laughing at. She smiled without answering, pointing to my crotch—my soft penis was covered in toilet paper, looking like the bandaged head of a Japanese soldier in a movie. I couldn't help but laugh and said, "What kind of toilet paper did you buy? You can't even buy better quality for yourselves!"

I went to the bathroom, poured some warm water (they still had a water heater back then), washed myself, and let her wash herself too. Then we went back to bed and cuddled again. I wasn't willing to stop there; I wanted to go again.

To be honest, her vagina felt so soft and supple. After that, whenever we made love, the first time was always the fastest; I couldn't control myself. Just now, it was like that. I wanted to prolong it, but the more I thought about it, the less I could control myself.

I don't suffer from premature ejaculation. Last Sunday, February 27, 2011, I came back from a wedding in the countryside and made love with my beloved Rong'er (the Rong'er I mentioned in my book "Childhood") from 3:40 PM to 8:00 PM, until she repeatedly said she wanted to go home.

So I continued kissing and caressing her, pressing her head towards my penis. She reluctantly took the head of my penis into her mouth. I figured this wasn't the first time, so I commanded, "Suck hard, take it deep, get it hard and I'll give you a good time." I held her head down, making her open her mouth, and shoved my entire penis inside. She swallowed and released my limp penis, and I contracted my lower abdomen, trying my best to match her oral sex. Her oral skills were indeed terrible; occasionally her teeth would gag my penis, but there was no way to get hard without sucking. I couldn't very well masturbate to get an erection before having sex again! For convenience and stimulation, we changed positions and went for 69. This way, I could enjoy her oral sex while manipulating and admiring her hairless vulva. I twirled her few pubic hairs with my fingers, muttering, "Let me count how many pubic hairs you have." She saw me laughing at her and angrily said, "Go away, if you think mine are too few, don't listen to me. Go find someone with more hair!" I continued to tease her, "I didn't say you had too little hair. I just wanted to count how many there were for you, isn't that good? It's so much better without pubic hair. It saves you from looking like a red-haired devil at the beginning and end of the month. It's easier to clean this way, and it's straightforward to look at your vulva." "You think you can do that! You dead toad, you can talk nonsense!" At this moment, a faint white liquid flowed from her slit, which I thought was her vaginal fluid and the semen remaining inside her. I dipped my finger in the pee, then opened and closed my thumb and forefinger in front of her eyes, pulling out thin strands of sticky pee between my fingers. I said to her, "Look, I can even make your cunt pee... Is this your pee or a toad's pee?" She pouted and said, "Say that again, and I'll bite you, I'll bite it off." "No, no, no, kiss it properly, kiss it until it's rock hard, then I can fuck you! Your cunt feels so good, I couldn't hold back and came before I could even thrust a few times, this time I'll really make you feel good." She really did eat my penis in big mouthfuls, but she didn't use her tongue to stimulate it in her mouth. Looking at her wet pussy, I got a little excited too. I unusually licked her clitoris seriously for a while, but I still didn't want to lick her vagina, after all, it was full of our fluids... She had most of my penis in her mouth (it was already a little hard, she would gag if she took it in too deep), and her hand was stroking the base of my penis. My penis was throbbing in her mouth as I thrust hard. She quickly spat it out: "Don't ejaculate, don't ejaculate, put it in." I changed positions, pressed her down facing me, spread her labia majora (her labia minora were very small, negligible), and thrust my hips. My hard, steel-like penis slid into her wet vagina. She moaned and hugged my waist. Every time I thrust, she groaned. I was panting heavily from thrusting, but I still didn't feel like ejaculating. I pulled out my penis, lifted her waist, flipped her over, and looked at her round, white buttocks (her face wasn't particularly white, nor were her breasts, only her buttocks were). I stroked them a few times, spread her legs, and thrust in hard, penetrating her completely. She cried out, "Ah!" and said it hurt too much. "Couldn't you be slower and gentler?"

I knelt on one knee, gripped her hips tightly, and thrust hard. At that moment, I only regretted that my penis was too short (to be honest, it wasn't that short, 14 or 15 centimeters) and couldn't go all the way in. My sister-in-law looked pitiful: her face was buried in the pillow, one hand supporting her body on the bed, the other hand reaching behind her to push against my lower abdomen, preventing me from penetrating all the way in.

I asked her, "Brother, have you ever done this before?

" "Yes, I've done it from behind when I was younger, but rarely. I didn't go as deep or as fast as you. I haven't done it like this in a long time." "Do you feel good when I do it like this?" "Yes, it

feels good, stimulating, it feels very deep, it hurts a little..."

I moved my penis inside her, clockwise and counterclockwise, and her buttocks swayed with it. "My little darling, my little darling, how can you have so many!" I knew she used to call her daughter "little darling," and now she called me that, which made me feel strange. But then I thought about how close her daughter was to me, how she always liked to sit next to me, hold my hand, and ask me all sorts of questions. I thought about how her mother's labia minora weren't very big, and how little Nini's vagina was practically a slit! Thinking about this

, I suddenly felt a little dizzy and wanted to ejaculate. I said, "I want to fuck quietly (her daughter's name)! Let me fuck quietly!"

She said, "No, no, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me!"

I said, "Can I ejaculate in your mouth?

No, just inside your vagina."

I pulled out my penis, which was covered in a lot of white discharge. I didn't wipe it away, and had her lie down again. I thrust into her vagina from above (I still prefer the missionary position when I ejaculate). It was smooth and slippery. I thrust in and out quickly, our bodies pressed tightly together. I listened to the moans of the woman beneath me, thinking about how the man on duty at work was still laughing and joking with his colleagues, while I had already made his woman wet and moaning. I ejaculated a stream of hot semen deep into my brother's woman's vagina. I shook my penis again, letting the remaining semen flow into her vagina. Her vagina was throbbing and contracting, strongly gripping my penis. Since this was the second time in a row, it lasted more than 40 minutes. I felt sticky on my chest, so I grabbed a pillowcase and placed it between us to absorb the sweat. I reached for some

tissues and said, "Let's wipe ourselves off."

She said, "Let's stay inside for a while longer!" I thought I didn't want it to come out.

I said nothing more, just lay on top of her, panting heavily. The passion had faded, and I didn't want to linger in this dangerous place. In that moment of distraction, my penis immediately went limp and slipped out of her vagina. I had to wipe it off, then got dressed, said goodbye, and went home.

From then on, we made love whenever it was convenient for both of us. Even during her period, we couldn't stop. Later, because she was very domineering towards me, sometimes she would stare at me intently during meetings at work, which terrified me. Since we worked at the same company, and any trouble would make it impossible to get along, I intentionally distanced myself from her. When she wanted to have sex with me, I would make up excuses.

One time, she casually wandered into my office and asked me to treat her to dinner. I said I didn't have time, but I'd give her 1000 yuan; she could buy whatever she wanted. I, a man, had no reason to dine alone with her. She looked at me with a resentful gaze. I stuffed the money into her pocket, and she didn't refuse, swaying her hips as she left.

A few years later, she took early retirement to start her own business. During this time, I rekindled my relationships with my former roommates, Hua'er, Hai'er, and Wenwen (mentioned earlier, I'll describe them in more detail later).

One time, my brother was on duty again, and I called my sister-in-law to ask how she was doing. She said she was the same as always. I said, "Should I come see you?" She said, "No, you don't need to come." But I still insisted on going to her place and finding her. She lied to her mother, got into my car, drove to the fields, and in the back seat, took out my penis and made her kiss it. She even took a small piece of my penis into her mouth with a piece of paper and sucked on it. Then I pulled down my pants a bit, lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders, and quickly ejaculated into her vagina. I wiped my penis; the car was filled with the pungent smell of her vagina. Sigh! She must have been unprepared and hadn't washed her vagina. That was the last time we had sex, a farewell to sex.

Time cools passion, and now when we meet, everything is normal, as if nothing ever happened between us.

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