Me and my neighbor, a young woman

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I was twenty-eight when I got married. Back then, finding a girlfriend was easy, but finding a place to live was difficult. Getting married without a house didn't mean we couldn't have sex, and unfortunately, after two or three try, my fiancée got pregnant. In those days, to have an abortion at the hospital, you needed not only a marriage certificate but also proof from your workplace; otherwise, no matter how much you begged, the doctor wouldn't agree to terminate the life growing inside you. At that time, being pregnant before marriage (back then, a marriage certificate wasn't considered a marriage; you had to hold a ceremony to be officially married) was a serious offense, potentially leading to dismissal from your job. My fiancée was terrified, tightly wrapping her belly with cloth, constantly anxious, and pressuring me to get married immediately. Reluctantly, we borrowed a room and hastily held the wedding. The baby was almost due when my workplace finally allocated me a small room, finally giving me a place to settle down. At that time, I was studying part-time. After my wife went into labor, I was too busy to take care of her, so she had to take a six-month leave from her workplace and move to the countryside with our child. This left me a single man with a wife. The housing unit my workplace assigned me was called a "united household," with three families sharing one unit. It was said that during the Cultural Revolution, these units were originally allocated to military representatives. Two of the three rooms were 18 square meters, one was 14 square meters, and the kitchen was about 10 square meters. Such housing was considered luxurious for a family at the time; ordinary people couldn't afford it. After the military representatives left, the three families united, each living in one room and sharing the kitchen. All three families were young newlyweds. I moved in last; the other two families had children over a year old. My next-door neighbors were a young couple; the woman was petite, and the man was quite handsome. Both worked, leaving early and returning late. During the day, the child stayed with his mother-in-law, and they would pick him up in the evening. The man disliked studying and preferred playing cards, but he was extremely diligent with housework—washing clothes, cooking, and cleaning dishes. After finishing, he would either go to sleep or go out until midnight. The family next door was a rural man who had just graduated from university (at that time, the Cultural Revolution hadn't been going on for long, and university graduates were considered the cream of the crop). He had just been assigned to work in the municipal government and was busy all day. His wife was from the countryside, unemployed, and a full-time housewife. I'm an easygoing person and don't argue, so I got along well with both of my neighbors. Their two families often quarreled over trivial things like cooking and laundry. Because I worked part-time and studied part-time, I spent more time at home during the day. Since the woman from the countryside was a full-time housewife with a child, I saw her more often. I had been sent to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution and was familiar with rural life, so I got along well with her. In my spare time, I would often chat with her about things like her family situation and her marriage. Cheng La. She was willing to talk to me (perhaps because she was lonely at home alone most of the time), especially pouring out her troubles to me. She often talked about how she withstood pressure from her parents and relatives to date her husband, supported his studies, and how he almost abandoned her after he got a job. She was beautiful, had a good figure, and a straightforward personality, though she still had a bit of a rustic air about her. She often told me that in the countryside, she was considered one of the prettiest girls in the surrounding villages, from a well-off family with her father and brothers working locally. She also had high standards; many young men had come to her house to propose marriage, but she had refused them all. Her husband was short and not particularly handsome. His family was also poor. The reason she chose him despite her family's opposition was twofold: firstly, he had served in the army and was a militia company commander; secondly, he was well-educated. Shui is studious and often draws and writes. Their relationship was essentially a free-choice romance; when they first got together, he was incredibly devoted to her. Later, when he went to university, she supported him by saving every penny. Unexpectedly, before he even graduated, he became cold and distant towards her. After starting work, he even flirted with an older woman at his workplace. If she hadn't confronted him at work, he would have definitely become a heartless man. Whenever she talks about this, she's indignant and can't stop. She also often talks about how her neighbor bullies her because she comes from the countryside. The neighbor's brother-in-law is her husband's superior, and her husband always advises her to stay away, which she often endures with resentment. I often try to comfort her, so she has a good impression of me and we're practically inseparable. Logically, neighbors should get along normally; even if someone is unfaithful, they shouldn't prey on their own neighbors. Unexpectedly, in… By chance, I had an affair with her. It wasn't intentional on her part, nor was it intentional on my part, but it happened anyway. That day was a day off, and in broad daylight, it was just the two of us in the building. Her husband was away on a business trip, and the neighbors had gone back to their parents' home. She was washing clothes in front of her house, and I, tired from reading, went over to her to chat. Somehow, the conversation drifted to her breasts, and we ended up telling a scandalous story. It started like this: Her breasts were incredibly large, and despite having a child, she wasn't wearing a bra. She sat on a low stool washing clothes, her breasts swaying with her movements. I laughed and said, "Your breasts are so big! Doesn't it hurt when they sway like that?" She replied, "Yes, my neighbor across the street always laughs at me, saying my breasts are all the way up to my belly button." She laughed too. I said, "Were they this big before you got married?" She laughed and said, "If they were this big, it would be terrible! Hanging like that would be so ugly!" I said, "They definitely wouldn't hang like that if I wasn't breastfeeding, but they (referring to her breasts) must have been quite large." She laughed and said, "That's true. I'm just naturally beautiful. Even as a young woman, my breasts were always full. I tried to hide them, but I couldn't. People were always staring. It was so embarrassing." I joked, "When I was in the countryside, there was a bachelor in the village who would always sneak into the areas with lots of girls when watching movies (movies in the countryside were shown outdoors back then), taking every opportunity to grope them, deliberately rubbing his breasts against them." "Damn, he even pinched me out of the blue. Have you ever encountered something like this?" She said, "It's the same everywhere. Some creepy men always come up to me and bump into me with their elbows." I said, "What did you do when that happened to you?" She said, "What could I do? I just kept quiet and tried to avoid him when there was space. If there were too many people, there was nothing I could do." I laughed and said, "Isn't that just letting him take advantage of me?" She said, "Some of them just rub against me, but the bolder ones will even grab me with their hands. I can't even avoid them." I said, "Doesn't your husband get angry when he's around?" She said, "Of course, it's less likely to happen when there are other men around. But I'm not always with him. When I go to the movies, I usually go with girls from the village." "It happens all the time," I said with a laugh. "You can't blame anyone else. Your breasts are just too conspicuous. Other girls might not experience this as often as you." She laughed and said, "When I was watching a movie with Xiao Yi (her husband's surname is Yi), he always liked to elbow me." I laughed too. The conversation was going well, but somehow, when she started talking about her husband, she became indignant again. She said, "That time, after I made a scene at his workplace, he got scared and came back to say nice things to me. I even said, 'That old maid at your workplace, besides being from the city, what makes her better than me? She's skinny and older.' At that time, I was angry for a long time. Before I married her, I was so resentful that I wanted to cheat on her and not give her my virginity." I chuckled at her words and teased her, asking, "So, did you steal him?" She said, "No, but I always think about it." I laughed and said, "Even though it's said that it's easy for a woman to find a man, it's not that easy to break through." She said, "What's so difficult about it? If I weren't such a decent person, I would have been targeted by another man when I was seventeen or eighteen." I laughed and said, "You women are all like this, only allowing yourselves to start fires, but not allowing men to light lamps. You were dating someone when you were seventeen or eighteen, and you get jealous when Xiao Yi talks to someone or gives them a wink." She said, "Don't be ridiculous. Xiao Yi and I have never dated anyone before. We live in the next bay. If I had dated someone else, wouldn't he know?"I deliberately asked, "So, what happened when you said your feelings almost went unnoticed?" This woman, so vain, seeing my apparent disbelief, told me something she'd probably never told anyone before. She said, "Oh, no, it was that uncle in my room, he's incredibly wicked. One day, he came to my room, and seeing no one was home, he forced me onto the headboard, took off all my clothes, and started groping and squeezing my breasts, even sucking on them, making me really nervous." I asked, "So, how come he didn't suspect you?" She laughed, "In my daze, he took off my pants, and he took out his thing and insisted I touch it. It was huge! It startled me, completely scarening me out of my wits! I firmly refused, but he wouldn't let go. I said, 'If you don't let go, I'll call for help!' That's how I escaped that ordeal." I said, "So, he just left it at that?" She laughed and said, "My uncle was really wicked. He touched my breasts several times before. One day, he saw that I was the only one in the room, and he became even more wicked, forcing me onto the bed and kneading me for an hour or so. I almost couldn't take it anymore. If it weren't for how big his thing was, he would have taken advantage of me. After I realized that he not only wanted to knead my breasts but also wanted to take my body, I always avoided him." I laughed and said, "That proves that you were already wicked because of his kneading of your breasts." Then I added, "You too, having a big thing is a problem. Others want a big one but can't even think about it." She laughed and said, "Back then, I was still a girl, young and scared." I said, "If it were now, you definitely wouldn't be scared." She just laughed and didn't say anything. She was washing clothes while talking to me. From her open collar, her neck was white, and half of her two round breasts could be seen. Apart from the slight rusticity of a countrywoman, she was indeed a beautiful woman. At this point, my wife and I had been separated for over two months, and I was already feeling sexually frustrated. With things having come to this point, my thoughts naturally wandered, and I felt a surge of desire, a urge to kiss and touch her to quench my thirst, but I didn't dare to act rashly. I surmised that her resentment towards her husband stemmed not only from her current status as a country girl and his changed position, but also from his past infidelity, perhaps for other reasons. So, I decided to tease her further, creating an opportunity to make my move. I continued, "Luckily you didn't do anything foolish. If you had done it in anger, you might have regretted it afterward." She said, "I'm always decisive; once I've done what I want to do, I definitely won't regret it." I said, "That's not necessarily true. What you said about Xiao Yi is just your wild guess; it might not be factual. He still married you in the end, didn't he? Besides, Xiao Yi works in the municipal government; he started as a section chief, and he might even get promoted. Why bother about the past?" She said angrily, "Just thinking about it makes me angry. I was the one who insisted on being with him; I could have found a better family anywhere. Now it just bothers me. What's so good about being with him? I'm a slave at home all day. He's short, and not a good person; even if he gets a high position, it's useless." I said, "He may be short, but saying he's not a good person is a bit much, isn't it? He can write and paint, he graduated from university, he has a good job, and his future is bright." Perhaps she was too angry, she blurted out, "That's not what I meant by 'not a good person.'" I still didn't quite understand her meaning, so I asked, "Then what else is he not a good person?" She said, "What's he not a good person for? He's not good at anything." Now I think I understand. She probably meant he's not good in bed. I thought to myself, if he really is not good in bed, then their young marriage must be really unbearable. No wonder she's so resentful of him.
To get to the bottom of things, I deliberately stirred things up again, saying to her with a regretful tone, "I understand what you mean. I don't know how to respond directly, but you mean that while others want to pick a beautiful flower but can't, he just admires it from the branch, right?" I felt that the meaning was already quite explicit. She might have stopped there, but unexpectedly, she continued, "Before I came to the countryside, I knew how many people were after me. But in this godforsaken place, everyone's locked up." Hearing this, it seemed like she was trying to steal someone but couldn't, so I thought I had a good chance. I continued, "I believe that. There are many acquaintances in the countryside, making it easy to get to know people. Besides, you're beautiful and have big breasts; any man would be tempted. If I were that uncle from your village, I would never let a cooked duck fly away." She laughed, "He's afraid I'll really lose face if I scream." I deliberately asked, "If he really did it, would you scream?" She said, "Who would dare scream about something like that? It would only make me lose face." At that moment, he was touching and pinching me all over, and I was panicking; my body went limp. I laughed and said, "Your uncle is all lust and no guts. If you had persisted a little longer and used force, he would have gotten over it. Once you start, you might have been able to continue." She laughed and said, "You men are all the same, never satisfied." As the saying goes, listen to the words, listen to the meaning. Hearing her words, my heart was truly itching to act, but at that moment, her clothes were already washed and were about to hang them out to dry. The building entrance was open, not a good time to make a move. Experience told me that opportunity knocks but once; this couldn't be left unsaid, I had to strike while the iron was hot. So, I helped her hang the clothes, wishing she would hang them out immediately. While helping her hang the clothes, I even pretended to accidentally bump into her breast. After hanging up the clothes, I went back to my room and waited for the best opportunity to approach her. I planned to close the building entrance door after she went into her room, just in case. If I succeeded, I could easily sneak in. Even if I didn't, I could still move in and out freely. She went into her room but didn't come out or close the door. I wanted to strike while the iron was hot, so I went into her room. Waiting for her to come out would mean missing my chance. I quietly walked to her door with a glass of water in my hand and saw her sitting on the bed in the inner room, fixing her hair. I went to her inner room and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the bedside table, then spoke to her. I said, "You're really pretty. Xiao Yi, you really need to be careful about wearing a hat." She said, "He doesn't care about me at all." I said, "He should regret not caring about you." She said, "Regret my foot!" I said, "He can let you go. If he couldn't, he'd be keeping you close." She said he had such great abilities, he could protect anything, even a living, breathing person. I said, "You're making it sound too far-fetched. If someone really wanted to sleep with you, would you agree?" She said, "That's hard to say. He's useless anyway. I'm annoyed. Who cares if he's my brother-in-law? A woman isn't meant to be with a man." Her words were truly sinister. My lust grew stronger and stronger. I no longer wanted to hide my true feelings. Success or failure hinged on a single thought. To be on the safe side, I thought, "Let's try it by word first. If that doesn't work, we'll think of something else." I continued with my final probing, saying to her, "Now that you mention it, my heart is almost turning evil. I really want to squeeze your big breasts." She said, "What's so great about squeezing a few breasts?" Having come this far, I decided to give it a try. So, I walked up to her and actually touched her breast. She immediately pushed my hand away. I said, "See? If someone really wanted to sleep with you, you wouldn't agree?" She didn't move, remaining silent. I sat down next to her and whispered, "Just for a little while, okay?" She stared at me and said, "What's so fun about country bumpkins?" I said, "I've never had any concept of country bumpkins or city people, only the difference between pretty and not pretty people." She said, "What's pretty about me?" I said, "I think your eyes, eyebrows, and nose are all pretty, it's just that your breasts are a little too big." She laughed. By this time, I had already slipped my hand into the clasp of her bra. She grabbed my hand, preventing me from going any further, and whispered, "No, you're just saying it, why are you actually doing it?" I said, "I'll just pinch your breast once, is that too much to ask?" She said, "What's wrong with pinching your breast once? It's just that someone might see." I said, "I've closed the building entrance door, who could see?" She laughed and said, "You men are all devils." I said, "I wouldn't be a man if I didn't become a devil." She pinched my arm hard and said, "I'm letting you off easy, just once." I said, "One time is too little, how about two?" After saying that, I quickly moved my hand to her chest. Her breasts were truly enormous. The breasts of a breastfeeding woman were completely different from those of a young girl; they were soft and yielding in my hands, lacking elasticity, yet could be squeezed and kneaded into various shapes. I gently pulled her into my arms, my hands slipping from under her clothes to her breasts, sliding over them, kneading them wantonly. She closed her eyes slightly, her body limp and weak against my chest. At this moment, my penis was already hard and erect. Pretending to want to see her breasts, I pushed her down onto the bed, pounced on her, and pressed her body beneath me. She was panting heavily, constantly writhing, and said in a trembling voice, "You can only touch my breasts, can't I just hold you and touch them? I can't breathe from being pressed down like this," she said, struggling. I said, "I'll just press you down once, and kiss you once." Then I covered her mouth with my own. She kept turning her face, trying to avoid my mouth. At this moment, my desire was raging. I held her hands down, used my mouth to unbutton her clothes, and kissed her half-exposed breasts incessantly, sucking on her erect nipples. After a while, her body stopped writhing so much, letting me kiss her mouth to mouth, our tongues intertwining. Her body was truly voluptuous. I braced myself on the bed with one hand, and while we kissed, my other hand started from her round arm, stroking down her chest, her back, and then slipping inside her pants to touch her plump buttocks. I had been celibate for a long time, and her skin felt incredibly soft and smooth. I withdrew my hand and squeezed and kneaded her breasts. In the midst of my ravaging, I felt her hand brush against my penis as if by accident. I took the opportunity to unzip my pants, releasing my already hot and hard penis. I pulled her hand over, and she quickly pulled it back as soon as she touched it. I whispered to her, "Squeeze it." She blushed and said, "Dream on, I won't." I didn't force her and reached over to undo her belt. She waved her hand to stop me, saying, "You're so insatiable." I said, "Let me see down there." She said, "What's so interesting about that place?" But in the end, I still let her pull down her trousers and waistband. I licked her vulva with my tongue. At first, she covered it tightly with her hand, saying anxiously, "No, how can I use my mouth?" I said, "It's okay." Her labia were already swollen and congested. I licked her clitoris until it was as big as a pea, and it was already wet. I stared into her watery eyes and whispered, "Let me do it." She said, "No." I said, "I can't take it anymore. You don't believe me? Look," and then I pulled her hand to my penis again. This time, she didn't let go. Following my instructions, she gently pinched and slowly rubbed it with her fingers, whispering, "Wow, this thing is huge!" I said, "Big is good, I'm going to put it in and do it." This time, she didn't refuse, only saying sweetly, "If you do it, you can't tell anyone." I said, "Of course, I know that." So she completely relaxed. My penis was already burning hot and hard as iron, easily entering her slippery vagina. I put her legs on my shoulders, thrusting my hips, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, pushing my penis into her vagina. Every few thrusts, I would forcefully push to the deepest point, each time hitting her clitoris, she would let out a soft moan. The enchanting atmosphere, the bone-deep pleasure, was truly indescribable. Time flew by. I hadn't had sex in a long time, and my energy was high. In about half an hour, I did it twice. The second time lasted longer than the first, and it felt even better. Unfortunately, she only gave me this one chance. About a month later, she moved out. Her husband's workplace allocated her a new apartment and also temporarily arranged a job for her. After she left, that room remained empty for six months before someone moved in. It was a single person who sometimes came to sleep in the middle of the night, but was rarely seen during the day.
In the past six months, only two families actually lived in the building. Gradually, I became familiar with the couple next door. The woman's surname was Jiang, and the man's surname was Zhou. To be honest, apart from being a bit fussy, they were quite nice people. I have a carefree habit of leaving the oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar in the kitchen unattended after use. Their fussiness meant they often shared my things. I mention this not because I'm stingy, but because the story I'm about to tell is somewhat related to this. Young people are generally easy to get along with, and we always chatted and laughed while cooking together in the kitchen, so I learned a bit about their relationship. My female neighbor's sister used to live in my room, and it was her sister who introduced her to her husband. Her husband was quite hardworking and handsome. That's why they got together. But after Xiao Yi and I arrived, her husband's shortcomings became apparent. Although he was diligent, he wasn't hardworking, and he lacked formal education. His speech and mannerisms paled in comparison. Once, while chatting with her, this came up, and she said, "If only my husband were a little as studious as you." I replied, "Not necessarily. To each their own." My wife told me, "Your husband, Xiao Zhou, is good; he takes care of all the housework. I come home and read, expecting to be waited on hand and foot. I don't do any housework." She said, "What kind of man does housework all day long? My brother-in-law transferred him from the collective to the Industry and Commerce Bureau a few years ago. If he were ambitious, he wouldn't be like this today. A grown man doing housework all day, like a concubine. If he were willing to put in the effort in his studies, I wouldn't let him do laundry, buy groceries, and cook." You might think he's hardworking, but he's just bored and can't stand having too much free time. Didn't you see him? After meals, he's always out and about. At home, he either sits until he's half asleep or goes to bed early. Seeing him like that is just annoying. In the future, he won't be able to speak or write, and he'll have a hard time establishing himself anywhere. It's always the grass is greener on the other side; every family has its own troubles. Perhaps because of this, or other reasons, when I took advantage of her, she didn't really resist. That night, her husband went off somewhere (there were no pagers or cell phones back then), and in the middle of the night, her child suddenly developed a fever. She frantically woke me up, asking me to take her to the hospital. I quickly got dressed, rode my bicycle, and took her and the child to the hospital for emergency treatment. It took me over two hours to get home. When we got home, the child was asleep, and she was lying on the bed, wrapped in a robe, watching me. I told her not to worry. She said, "I'm not worried, I'm just annoyed." She said, "Look at him, what kind of man is like him, not coming home until the middle of the night? If it weren't for you, how could I, a woman, have taken her (the child) to the hospital in the middle of the night? I'm so sorry to have kept you up all night." I said, "It's nothing, we're neighbors, helping out is only right." Xiao Zhou still hasn't come home tonight, where could he have gone? She said, "Who knows where he's gone? Besides playing cards, what else does he have to do?" I said, "That's true, what's so great about playing cards all night?" Seeing her anxious, I felt bad about going to sleep, so I stayed and talked to her, first standing and then sitting on the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything, just moved a little further in. She had also gotten up after going to sleep to go to the hospital. Now she was leaning against the bed, looking languid, wearing an outer garment that covered her chest, revealing her two round breasts bulging under her close-fitting undershirt. For some reason, I suddenly became lustful, and without thinking, I pulled her into my arms with one hand and reached out to grope her breasts through her clothes with the other. Perhaps it was because my action was sudden, or perhaps because I felt embarrassed for bothering her in the middle of the night, but I groped and squeezed her breasts for two or three minutes. She pushed my hand away without much reaction, only saying that it was getting late and we should go to sleep. This was the first time, so it could only be considered a coincidence. The next day, she didn't say anything, and everything was as usual. I didn't take it to heart either, and deliberately looked for an opportunity. But as people say, once something like this happens, it will happen again. In the blink of an eye, it was hot. Because of exams, I studied until midnight every day, and because it was so hot, I always left my bedroom door open. That day, it was already past midnight when she came over and asked me for mosquito coils. I was too lazy to get up and told her to go to the inner room to get them herself. She went inside but couldn't find it, so she asked me to help her look. I had no choice but to get up and go in to get it. That's when I noticed she was only wearing underwear and a sleeveless top, her arms and legs exposed, so white. My mind immediately went astray. Taking advantage of the opportunity to find the mosquito coil, I pressed my legs against hers, squeezing her against the counter. While reaching for the coil with one hand, I slipped the other under her armpit from behind and groped her breast. She, of course, noticed my intentions and dodged to the side. As my lower abdomen pressed against her round, upturned buttocks, my penis hardened. With lust arising, I didn't think twice and pressed myself against her. If she had questioned me then and there, asking, "What are you doing?" or even said, "Never mind, I don't want the mosquito coil," perhaps I would have stopped. But she didn't say that. When I approached her and pulled her into my arms, she struggled fiercely, but she kept saying, "Don't mess around, there are people outside the window" (we lived on the first floor, the window was open, and there were indeed people cooling off outside, but the lower half of the window was covered by curtains, so we couldn't see anyone). She spoke so softly, like a mosquito, as if afraid the people outside would hear. This didn't stop me; instead, it emboldened me. In the struggle, she retreated step by step to the bed. I took the opportunity to push her down onto the bed, pounced on her, clamped her body between my legs, and reached into her clothes, pinching one of her breasts. She struggled fiercely but didn't make a sound. How could a woman resist a man? I pressed her down tightly, blocking her struggling hands with one hand, and with the other, I lifted her clothes and began to fondle her smooth breasts—during the struggle, she never shouted loudly, only whispering that this was wrong and asking me to let go. There were only the two of us in the room at that moment (her child was young and already asleep). Having been celibate for a long time, I was burning with desire and unwilling to let go. She struggled to sit up, and I pulled her tightly into my lap, one hand caressing her breasts, the other slipping into her underwear, covering her genitals, and sliding and rubbing my middle finger between her legs. Soon, I felt her wetness and her labia swollen. I then flipped her over and pressed her down on the bed, clamping her legs tightly between my thighs, struggling with her with one hand while pulling down her underwear with the other. Her underwear had a loose elastic band, which I easily pulled down to her thighs. I was also wearing underwear, which I quickly pulled off as well. By this time, I had pulled one leg out of her shorts. She was on her back, feet on the ground, as I pressed her down onto the edge of the bed. I stood below the bed, using my body to spread her legs apart, my rock-hard penis pressed straight against the base of her thighs. Suddenly, her expression changed. She said, "You're too bold! If you don't let go, I'll scream!" Her voice wasn't loud, but her tone was fierce. I don't know what came over me at the time, but I wasn't really scared. However, seeing that she seemed very serious, I didn't dare to force myself on her. I stopped, leaned down, and whispered to her, "Don't scream, please don't scream. I'll only touch you once." Of course, she didn't scream. She remained in that position as I pinned her down, grabbed her hands, and pressed them flat on the bed. I didn't dare move my lower body, but I tried to find her lips with my mouth. Her face turned away. I don't know how it happened, perhaps because my body kept moving as I searched for her lips, or perhaps because she twisted her body as she tried to avoid my kiss, but my penis somehow ended up inside her vagina. She felt it too, and cried out in alarm, "It's over, it's over, you're really going to kill me!" At that moment, I felt my penis was incredibly hard and swollen, and her slippery vagina felt warm. For a moment, I held my penis inside her, but dared not move. Her hands were held flat against my chest, and her body remained motionless. After a while, I finally silenced her with my lips, feeling her lips burning hot, her breathing rapid, and her hands, which I had held down, limp and powerless. I held her tightly, placing her arms over my shoulders, and while using my tongue to probe her mouth, I gently lifted my hips, tentatively sliding my penis slowly inside her vagina, rhythmically moving in and out according to the nine shallow thrusts followed by two deep ones. Although the inner room was dark, the light from the outer room and the daylight streaming in through the window made it easy to see. I saw her eyes were closed, her body limp and reclining, her legs hooked tightly around my thighs, and I felt all my worries vanish. So I boldly got to work. Sometimes I thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, sometimes I stopped and gently embraced her chest and back. She kept her lips tightly pressed together, making no sound, but I could feel her body writhing beneath me, her vagina overflowing with fluid—and my penis really did me justice, lasting a good twenty or thirty minutes before I ejaculated. I felt pleasure deep in my bones, and she was completely exhausted. The first half was front-entry, with her lying on her back on the edge of the bed. The second half, I flipped her over and entered from behind, thrusting in and out while caressing her breasts. As my penis began to violently thrust in and out of her vagina…During the friction, she had become a docile sheep. When I wanted to switch to doggy style, she didn't resist and quickly adjusted to my position. As I ejaculated rapidly, I felt her vaginal muscles contracting rhythmically. After we finished, I pulled her onto the bed and laid her on my side, gently encircling her neck with one hand and kissing her, while the other continued to squeeze and play with her breasts, pinching and hardening her nipples, then sucking on them. After a short while, she suddenly broke free, quickly pulled on her underwear, and fled back to her room. I chased after her, handing her mosquito coils, which she took, then tightly closed the door. For over a month afterward, she didn't say a word to me. Of course, I occasionally tried to be attentive to her. Finally, our relationship returned to normal; we still chatted and laughed, but neither of us mentioned the incident. It was like a shooting star, fleeting and gone forever into the dark night sky. 

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