Neighbor Sister

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When I was nineteen, I was a freshman in college.
My neighbor, a girl two years older than me, was a junior. Since we were in the same school and lived on the same floor, we
knew each other well, and I went to her house almost every day.
We called her Pretty; she was very tall, about 1.7 meters, and incredibly beautiful, strikingly charming. From
the day she moved in, I was captivated, always fantasizing about being with her someday, a perfect couple.
One day, I went to see her as usual. The door opened, and I froze.
A woman, probably about a year old (I later learned she was 21), opened the door. She was very
alluring, with large, sparkling eyes that seemed to radiate a mesmerizing light.
She asked me in a magnetic, slightly husky voice, "Who are you looking for?"
I stood there, staring at her, speechless.
She asked again, "Who are you looking for?"
My mind went blank. I wanted to say I was looking for Pretty, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate; I couldn't utter a sound. I
just stared blankly at her. (Looking back, I was stunned. I had never
seen such a beautiful woman before. Pretty couldn't compare, and even those vulgar, heavily made-up women on TV
couldn't compare.
I was very young then and didn't know how to pretend; I just stood there dumbfounded.) I was sweating profusely with nervousness, but
I couldn't say a word. I made a gurgling sound in my throat, but I couldn't even hear it myself… "Hey,
kid , who are you looking for?"
Just as I stood there, frozen in place, drenched in sweat, Pretty came out from behind the door: "Ahem… he's looking for
me. Come in."
I learned from Pretty that she was Pretty's older sister, working out of town and back on vacation.
That day, when I was with Pretty, I was always distracted, my eyes constantly glancing towards her older sister's room.
From then on, I could never forget her; her image was constantly on my mind… I learned from the neighbors' gossip
that she had been pregnant, had an abortion, and her workplace found out. Her boyfriend (a party member from the same
workplace . She had taken a long leave and returned to hide.
My thoughts began to wander aimlessly again: from pregnancy to abortion, all the way to the even more alluring
act that led to this outcome, finally settling on her slightly upturned buttocks. I realized that not only was her face
beautiful and charming, but her figure was also top-notch. In the words of children, it was the mature
figure of a woman who had been with a man.
From then on, I frequented Pretty's house even more often, especially when Pretty wasn't there.
Pretty was in her final year of junior high school and had to take exams, so she had tutoring every day and wouldn't be home until 5:30.
As soon as I got out of school in the afternoon, I was eager to go home, rushing home with burning desire.
Because the adults were at work during the day, it was just the two of us for several hours in the afternoon, and we
gradually became more and more familiar with each other.
We went to see a movie together.
I was very young then, and didn't understand anything. I only knew I liked her and wanted to be close to her, but
I had no idea how to do it.
Plus, I had an extraordinary reverence for her (I practically considered her a goddess),
so I never dared to, and never knew how to, make any real progress.
Then, taking advantage of the darkness in the movie theater, I mustered up my courage and quietly, gently, placed my hand
in . My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it myself, and I had
no idea what was happening in the movie! I was panicked, scared, and excitedly anticipating what was to come (I was prepared to get slapped
; I didn't
know .
That feeling of utter helplessness is something adults today would never experience; that feeling
was exhilarating)... But she seemed completely unaware that my hand was on hers,
showing no reaction whatsoever.
My heart gradually calmed down, and my courage slowly grew. I began to gently
stroke her hand, my upper body gradually leaning closer to her. Without my noticing, she quietly grasped my
hand. When I realized it, you can imagine how excited I was. That feeling, that pure affection,
was something I could never experience again… (So she liked me too!) Finally, my hand rested
on her thigh, gently stroking it. Even though her pants covered it, I could still feel its smoothness, its roundness
, its softness… I was thrilled, I was intoxicated… She didn't stop me; she just sat quietly,
letting my hand roam back and forth on her intoxicatingly beautiful thighs that made it impossible not to make a mistake.
And that was the end of it for me. At my age at the time, this was already a limitation of my understanding.
Although this movie outing didn't lead to anything substantial, it brought us closer.
In other words , from then on, there was no distance between us; touching became a regular occurrence.
Finally, one day, we were lying in bed reading (since seeing the movie, we'd become very close
, and reading in her double bed was a casual thing to do.
She was reading something different, and I was reading something completely different).
She leaned in and asked me, "Do you understand what this passage means?"
Of course, I didn't understand what it meant, so she explained it to me, making me blush and my heart
race . I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to do.
"Oh! You're blushing? Let your older sister see."
Her words made me even more embarrassed, with nowhere to hide.
She hugged me, gently turning my head towards her, and softly, softly kissed
my face. A wave of happiness washed over me
, my heart pounded, I was so excited, so happy… I nestled quietly in her arms, letting her kiss
me, letting her caress me. This feeling was so wonderful, so intoxicating! From the bottom of my heart, I cried out
: "Oh God, I finally know what happiness is! This is the happiness I've longed for and dreamed of!" (
My age at that time meant this feeling was the most intoxicating moment of my life.) Slowly, slowly, she kissed my lips. I naturally opened my mouth and kissed her back.
(Even though I was young, it seemed I didn't need to be taught; I knew it on my own. Was it a natural reaction?) As I kissed
her, my body began to heat up, and I felt a change, but I didn't know what it was
(at that time, I didn't understand that it meant there was movement down there). I just felt so beautiful, so hot, so restless, so eager (I didn't know
what I should be thinking; I was just thinking aimlessly).
She sensed my agitation and took the opportunity to pull me closer, essentially holding me completely in her arms
.
This brought me to her chest, the soft flesh against her skin giving me an unprecedented shock. My
thoughts were no longer my own; everything felt weightless, and my reactions became purely
instinctive (because everything was beyond my comprehension; I had no idea what was going to happen, and what was happening
was something I had never experienced before. It was like a forced indoctrination of new knowledge; my mind
couldn't process this sudden influx, and my brain began to stop working.
But my instincts didn't stop; they began to replace thought in influencing my actions).
In fact, my penis was already quite erect, but I didn't realize it or understand it;
I just felt restless and wanted to press against that soft flesh… She noticed my reaction and
pressed her breasts against me forcefully: "Do you like it?"
I nodded. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. Good heavens! My head buzzed.
I had never experienced anything like this before. My hand trembled as I touched her breast.
"No, silly, you have to rub it, rub it gently."
Saying this, she unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her bra, allowing me to directly touch her alluring breasts.
They weren't very large, but very soft, and the feel gave me a jolt.
This was the first time in my life I had touched a woman's breasts, and I still remember that intense jolt; the
restlessness I felt was even stronger now.
Her hand touched my crotch: "Oh my... so big, um..."
Suddenly, I understood why I felt so aroused. I was so ashamed, I didn't know where to put my face, and I
let out a soft moan, burying my head in her chest: "Mmm..."
My face was pressed against her chest; that softness, that scent, intoxicated me... I felt
an indescribable sensation down there (today we know it's impulsiveness, but back then I didn't understand), and I felt her
hand was very comfortable.
Her hand was still there: "So big, I'm so embarrassed, aren't you ashamed? Mmm..." Her
words made my face flush, my heart race, and my ears burn, but my crotch became even harder.
"Oh! It's getting harder and harder, like an iron rod. What do you want to do? Hmm~~"
I had no idea what I wanted to do, because my mind had long since stopped. I was just instinctively letting her
touch me, finding it comfortable.
As for it getting bigger, that wasn't something I wanted; it was just a primal bodily reaction.
Her hands continued to rub and knead below, my penis becoming thick and large from her kneading. My whole body was already
limp, all my consciousness focused on that one spot below. The only feeling was comfort, the desire for it not to
stop, the urge to continue—in today's terms, "pleasure."
"Oh dear! How come so much has leaked? You're all wet like this?"
I looked down and saw my pants were soaked, a patch the size of a duck egg. I was terrified, thinking I had peed (
now we know that it was pre-ejaculate, I think it's called prostaglandins, whatever).
"Shame on you, shame on you."
She said as she unzipped my pants. I was too ashamed to look at her.
She slowly pulled down my pants, stroking my penis with her hand, stroke after stroke. My God! It was so comfortable
I couldn't stand it. I'd never felt this comfortable in my life; it was unbearable.
"DouDou, do you like Big Sister?"
I nodded, and she grabbed my hand and placed it down there.
My God! It was wet down there, her crotch was completely damp. I thought she
'd peed, but I really liked her. I didn't care if her pee was dirty or not; I just thought it was so
beautiful: Big Sister's pee was letting me touch it.
"Mmm~~ DouDou, you're making Big Sister unable to take it anymore, oh~~ mmm... mmm..."
I was confused. How could she be unable to take it anymore? What did that mean? I didn't understand.
I just kept touching her, rubbing back and forth between her legs.
"DouDou, DouDou, can you put it inside? Oh... oh..."
"What do you mean, put it inside?"
I asked.
"Your hand, your hand."
Saying that, she unzipped her pants and put my hand inside.
When I touched it, it was soft, wet, and sticky. My whole body froze.
The impact of everything today was too great. I couldn't process so many new sensations and new knowledge. My
mind was a mess, but I was also extremely excited. All I knew was that I was touching my older sister's genitals,
and there was some urine.
I really wanted to take my hand out and smell it to see if the urine smelled like urine (I had never thought of smelling it before
, so I didn't know if urine really smelled like urine; actually, it wasn't urine, but water), but I didn't dare. I just
kept touching it, touching those soft little fleshy parts. I had no idea what they were (labia).
"Oh... um... oh... um..."
My older sister's voice was all trembling, and I was incredibly excited listening to it. Naturally, I got hard.
"Ah...ah...DouDou, a little lower...hey...hey...lower still...yes, yes, right
there put it in, put it in, put your finger in...ah~~ah...oh dear~~I can't take it anymore,
oh dear...I can't take it anymore..."
I put my finger into my older sister's hole. It was sticky, wet, and full of water.
My
older sister was incredibly excited. She asked me, panting, "DouDou~~do you like me?"
I nodded emphatically.
"Do you miss me?"
I nodded again (actually, I didn't understand that "miss"
had another meaning at the time).
"Are you willing to be with me?"
I nodded.
"Say something, don't just nod."
I said, "Yes.
" "Really?"
"Yes.
" "No regrets?"
"No."
"Really no regrets?"
"Really no regrets."
After hearing my affirmative answer (actually, I had no idea what those answers
meant at the time; it was just a heartfelt wish to be together forever, without knowing what was about to happen), my older sister was deeply moved.
She turned to the side, grabbed my penis with her hand, and started stroking it up and down. It was already quite large, and became even harder
.
The older woman pulled down her pants, turned around, and lay on top of me, asking, "Do you really like me? Are you sure you won't regret it
?"
I said, "Really, I really like it." (At that moment, I felt so comfortable with her breasts pressing against me; I
felt so happy and wonderful being pressed against her.) Her hand was stroking my penis again, then she arched her back, straightening my penis, and then lowered
herself down. I felt something enveloping my penis, incredibly comfortable (of course, that's when my older woman was
fucking me).
"Ah...ah...ouch..."
The older woman lay on top of me, moving up and down, thrusting all the way in with each stroke.
My whole body stiffened, and the only thing I did instinctively was to thrust upwards with all my might. I didn't understand anything about penetration or
coordination; I just kept pushing upwards with all my might. (Thinking about it today, the feeling of being fucked was really wonderful. Even if I wasn't actually
raped, I should at least be considered raped.)
"Oh...oh...bean...bean...you're so big! Oh...big sister
, it feels so good..." I've never been fucked in my life, let alone being fucked
. How could I withstand big sister fucking me so hard
? The stimulation was too intense, and since I was a virgin, my genitals were extremely sensitive. After only a few minutes, I
couldn't take it anymore: "Ah...ah...big sister...big sister...I...I...I can't take it anymore...I...I'm coming
..." "No, no, you can't be so fast..."
But I had already ejaculated… My older sister was disappointed. She lay on top of me, motionless. I knew I
had done something wrong (strangely, how could I have known I had done something wrong at the time? Maybe it was just instinct), and I didn't dare to move.
After a long time, my older sister finally got off me and lay down beside me… (Actually,
it felt good to have my older sister on top of me. I was happy for her to stay on me; I didn't feel heavy at all.) “DouDou, do you hate your older sister?”
“No.”
I leaned my head over and kissed my older sister's face.
“You're such a silly child.”
My older sister said with emotion, stroking my head affectionately.
I looked at my older sister blankly and gently kissed her: “Older sister, I love you.”
“Silly boy, I'm seven years older than you.”
“I don't care, I love you anyway.” (At that age, I didn't really understand what love was; I just
thought that was “love
.”) My older sister was clearly not satisfied. She continued to touch my penis with her hand, even though it was already limp,
she still relentlessly rubbed it.
So we lay on the bed, talking, for about an hour. My penis, under her
constant caresses, became aroused again.
"DouDou, it's big again."
I buried my face in her chest, kissing her neck, feeling shy. I longed for her so much; any way I kissed
her was enough to satisfy me.
Her hands continued working, and soon my penis swelled and hardened again. My older sister kissed me: "
DouDou , do you want more?"
I kissed her back and said, "Yes."
This time I clearly understood what "want"
meant, and I clearly knew what I wanted. This time, I truly "wanted"
it, unlike last time when I was confused and only found out what was happening after being fucked.
"Really want it?"
"Yes."
I kissed her again, encouraging her.
Actually, she had wanted it for a while. My older
sister rolled over and climbed on top of me again, sticking out her buttocks, continuing to stroke my penis with her hand and
straightening it.
This time, she wasn't as impatient as before. She slowly, very slowly, lowered her buttocks, gradually sliding
my penis inside.
This time, I knew how to enjoy it. As she slowly slid her hips around me, I slowly savored the comfort.
That comfort slowly, very slowly, progressed downwards until she completely engulfed me. We both gasped for breath
until we both let out a long sigh: "Mmm..."
"So comfortable, DouDou, are you comfortable?"
I quickly replied, "Comfortable, extremely comfortable."
"Do you want your sister to fuck you?"
I said, "Yes, yes, I'd love to."
"Then I'm going to fuck you?"
I whimpered, "I'm waiting...that's my happiest moment."
"Oh~~ DouDou, you have to hold back this time."
She said, and then she started moving, thrusting up and down into me.
The feeling was so wonderful; even today, I can't help but say: being fucked feels so good! "Ah
... Bean~ Bean~~ So big! Ah... So deep, oh~~ It feels so good..."
This time, because I had already come once, it wasn't so easy to come again. Plus, my lower body
wasn't as sensitive as before, so I felt like I could still hold on. But I still didn't know how to cooperate
or what techniques to use, and I just kept pushing upwards, desperately thrusting.
"Oh... I can't take it anymore... It feels so good, oh~~ So good..."
As she said this, she suddenly stood up, meaning that she had been lying on top of me, but now she was riding
on top of me, fucking me hard from up and down.
I felt so good being fucked by her (this is a modern word; I didn't know
the word "good" back then).
Just like that, she rode on top of me, fucking me hard, going all the way in every time (I was really afraid she would break my
penis ), and before long, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Ah...I want...I want...Bean...Bean...Harder...I can't take it anymore...I, I
...Oh..." As she was fucking me, she suddenly climbed on top of me, hugging me tightly, kissing me haphazardly, and even
biting me randomly: "
Harder...Harder...You must hold back...Ah...Ah..." She thrust harder and harder,
fucking me more fiercely. I couldn't withstand such a fierce woman, and I felt that I couldn't hold back any longer...
Just then, she suddenly stiffened, hugging me tightly as if she wanted to strangle me, and didn't move:
"Ah...Ah...I...I...I can't take it anymore, I...want..."
At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore, "Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft,"
I ejaculated all over her... "What? You came again?"
I nodded. She seemed to imply I should endure it; did she want more? She
lay quietly on top of me for a long time, until we both slowly recovered. She gently kissed my face: "Dou Dou,
I 'm so sorry... Dou Dou, you don't hate me, do you?"
I was startled, staring at her with question marks in my eyes.
"Silly child, don't you understand what I'm saying?"
I shook my head, waiting for her answer: "Sigh, you're such a silly child."
I still didn't understand what was going on: "What's wrong, Big Sister?"
"You really don't hate me?"
I laughed: "What's wrong, Big Sister? I love you so much, how could I hate you?"
"Silly child, you really don't understand?"
"Don't understand what?"
I was a little confused too, my heart pounding.
She continued kissing me, saying: "I slept with you, don't you hate me?"
My heart settled back into my stomach, and I kissed her sweetly: "My silly sister, how could I hate you?
I want you to fuck me!" I smiled and continued kissing her. She suddenly froze, her beautiful, captivating eyes
widening she stared at me, as if I were some rare animal: "What did you say?"
I repeated myself: "I said, I want you to fuck me."
My sister stood there, stunned, looking at me and saying: "Are you stupid?"
I laughed and said: "Am I stupid? Because I love you, of course I want you to fuck me, especially since you
fuck me so comfortably!"
Seeing that I was being unreasonable and irrational, my sister simply stopped talking to me, shaking
her head helplessly: "You're such a silly child, you'll understand later." (Today we know she felt guilty because she took my
virginity.
Back then, I didn't understand; I was even smug about being fucked!) We got up and washed ourselves
thoroughly (back then, it wasn't like now; we had to fill a basin with cold water and then add hot water from a thermos). My older sister changed the sheets
and threw them in the basin, which took about half an hour.
Then, clean and fresh, we lay back down on the clean bed with the newly changed sheets and continued chatting.
"DouDou, do you really like your older sister?"
she asked, hugging me.
"Of course, she's my goddess."
Saying this, I leaned in and kissed her beautifully.
Looking back now, I was truly intoxicated at the time, thinking it was the greatest happiness in my life.
I gazed at my goddess with admiration, my eyes filled with love, kissing her endlessly.
Strangely enough, no matter how much I kissed her, it never seemed enough. I felt
an overwhelming surge of love, nestled sweetly in my older sister's arms, wishing I could just melt into her embrace and
never be apart.
Seeing my entranced state, she asked, "DouDou, are you really that happy to be with me?"
I nodded. "Yes."
She touched my face and asked, "Are you willing to make me comfortable?"
"Of course, I'll do anything to excite you." (Young people are always
like making promises without considering the consequences.) She kissed me and said, "But some things are a little difficult."
I gazed at her adoringly. "Don't worry, as long as you're happy, I'll do anything, no matter how difficult."
"Really?"
"Of course, really."
I softly kissed her neck. "Big sister, don't you know how much I love you?
I'll do anything to excite you, to satisfy you."
"Big sister, I'm yours. You can make me do whatever you want."
"Big sister, I belong to you. You can ask me to do anything you like." ... I expressed my loyalty again and
again , afraid that my sister wouldn't believe my deep affection for her (children
don't really understand anything, but at that time and place, I truly believed it was everything for my life. Today,
adults can't laugh at children who don't understand the ways of the world.
In other words, children are pure and innocent, without as many concerns and thoughts as adults).
Because of my congenital disability (I'm 7 years younger than her), I always felt that she didn't believe in my devotion,
that a child talking nonsense, just playing around. Therefore, I poured out my
"loyalty to the Party" to her as much as I could (I was raised with Party education and had a deeply ingrained orthodox moral view;
deep down I felt that I couldn't play with women, and that matters between the sexes had to be serious, for fear of being misunderstood.
Little did I know that I was being played, yet I repeatedly expressed
my true feelings to the person who was playing me).
"Dou Dou is so good, your older sister really likes you."
She said, kissing me. I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, a sweet smile spreading across my face… My older sister
continued to stroke me: "Dou Dou, was that comfortable?"
I nodded deeply and whispered, "Comfortable."
"Want more?"
I nodded again, burying my face in the crook of her neck in embarrassment… (If it were today, I might say
no, but back then, a child like me didn't understand the horror of impotence; I only knew it was "pleasure.") The older sister's hand slowly slid down, gently stroking my penis: "You won't think your older sister is dirty, will you?"
Without even thinking, I looked at her curiously: "Of course not, older sister is my goddess."
The older sister rubbed my penis with her hand, stroking it up and down: "Older sister was afraid you wouldn't want to."
"I'm willing, I'm willing, older sister."
I didn't know what to do, just shouting "I'm willing" wildly, as if if I slowed down, I'd never have
another .
"Older sister knows you're willing, I'm just afraid you'll find it dirty." (I was genuinely anxious, as if saying
I didn't love her, but I didn't really understand what was going on.) I thrashed about, kicking my legs wildly: "How could that be? How could that be? Even if I die, I won't find
older sister dirty!"
"Then will you kiss my crotch?"
I didn't understand at first: "Kiss my crotch?"
"Yes, kiss my crotch."
My older sister looked at me.
I still didn't understand: "Where is 'crotch'?" "
Silly boy, of course it's there! Go down there, and I'll tell you."
My older sister let go of my penis.
At this moment, I vaguely understood what my older sister meant; she wanted me to kiss her genitals.
I was trembling with excitement. I remembered that soft flesh and that still-wet pee (I still
thought it was pee). Oh my god! My older sister even let me kiss her urethra! I was so happy! So intoxicated! I was
incredibly excited (in my state of mind, how could I feel disgusted? Even if she really gave me some pee
, I might actually drink it).
I quickly scooted down and recklessly pressed my lips to hers, kissing her haphazardly (by this time, my older sister
had already spread her legs).
"No, no, where are you kissing?"
I realized I didn't know where the urethra was and thought that was the furry patch.
"A little lower... a little lower... a little lower... yes, yes, that's it."
I finally found the spot, and the initial recklessness had subsided. I gently pressed my lips to hers and
kissed her .
Oh my god! It was wet and sticky there, not only on my lips but somehow even on my nose
. I thought that sticky, wet smell had a strange, indescribable smell—not stinky, not fragrant
, but kind of unpleasant.
I held my breath and kissed it again (just a light touch), and more of that smell got on me,
even stronger.
Suddenly, I realized what it was—a fishy smell, yes, a fishy smell! Seafood all has
that smell.
"No, no, that's not how you kiss, you have to use your tongue."
"Use my tongue?"
I looked at her, bewildered.
"Yes, use your tongue, try it."
Although I felt a little disgusted, I was more than willing to fulfill her request (like I always say,
I'd do anything to get her excited). I secretly took a deep breath and carefully placed my tongue against
her . My head
buzzed. My tongue touched soft, wet, warm flesh... I felt
dizzy and disoriented.
"Yes, yes, don't move it away, move it up and down."
I moved it up and down as she said. Suddenly, I understood what "moving up and down" meant, what kissing with
my tongue —it meant licking! Licking her urethra, I knew that was it, meaning she
wanted me to lick her with my tongue!! My head was buzzing
. This shock was even stronger than when I was fucked. I never knew you could lick it. I'd always
heard people say "slut" as an insult since I was little. Could you lick a slutty hole? I looked up at her: "It's...it's...
a little fishy..."
She touched my head and laughed: "It's not fishy, it's pungent."
"Smelly?"
I was bewildered.
"Yes, 'smelly' means fishy, and fishy means
'smelly'." I understood; that fishy smell was actually a pungent, unpleasant odor.
"What's wrong? Do you find it dirty?"
"No, no, I...I..."
"Silly girl, didn't we just wash ourselves clean? Did you forget?"
I remembered; we had washed ourselves down there.
"DouDou, it's okay. Ah, that's just my older sister's discharge, it's like sweat, it's not dirty."
So it wasn't urine, it was water? What is water? Oh my god, it's water!! There's so much for me to
learn , so much new knowledge all at once, smells, water—I can't process it all at once.
"If you don't want to, that's fine, get up."
"No, no, I'm willing, I'm willing, I really am willing."
I dared not hesitate any longer, and quickly brought my tongue to hers, gently licking her vulva (this time it was
voluntary, but actually I was afraid she would say I didn't want to and make me get up.
In other words, she was playing hard to get, tricking me).
I gently licked her vulva, not daring to breathe too loudly (if I did, the scent would seep in), and my
nose and tongue were covered in moisture.
My sister lay quietly with her legs spread wide, and I licked her slowly, again and again.
Slowly, slowly, my sister began to pant: "Oh... hiss... oh... Dou Dou, harder...
harder ..."
"Ah... ah... hiss... comfortable... Dou Dou... so... so comfortable..."
My sister's voice started to change direction again.
I couldn't resist hearing that change in tone, and I licked her vulva even more diligently, having long
forgotten what I was thinking.
I licked until my mouth and face were covered in moisture, sticky and sticky, sticking everywhere.
"Oh...hiss...okay, like that...oh...oh..."
"Ah...ah...oh dear~~I can't take it anymore! Dou~~Dou~~you, you, you put...your tongue...
in, put, put it in...ah...ah...I want...I want...put it in..."
I was getting hot all over from her roundabout way of speaking, and my penis got hard on its own. My mind
was already being corrupted by her juices, I had no thoughts, I could only do what she asked.
I put my tongue in (I didn't know what "in" meant, or where it went, but I knew it meant inside,
so I put my tongue in any available space), and put it in my eye.
God! The water that was supposed to flow down was now flowing down my tongue, all of it flowing into my mouth,
my mouth was full of juices, and I couldn't spit it out.
Because we were so close, my nose was completely covered in sticky, pungent fluid, making it hard to breathe. My older sister
was getting excited, and I didn't dare stop and spoil her fun, so I just opened my mouth to catch my breath… Oh no, this time it was really bad. I
wasn't prepared at all, and I heard
two "glug, glug" sounds. While I was catching my breath, a mouthful of her fluid went down my throat… "Oh… oh
… good… DouDou… don… don't… stop, ah… ah… don't… stop…"
Urged on by these whiny sounds, how could I stop? I didn't dare slack off at all. I worked
diligently , serving her conscientiously.
Oh no, I couldn't breathe again. "Glug, glug," another mouthful of her fluid went down
my throat.
At this point, I couldn't care less about my feelings; I only thought about how to satisfy her, how to make her comfortable.
Having already swallowed two mouthfuls of that cum, I decided to just go for it. It didn't matter how much I drank
, so I felt no guilt and started licking freely.
I was licking frantically, not caring about my eyes or the outside, just licking wildly from all sides.
I licked, and I don't know how much of her juices I swallowed, but I wasn't holding my breath anymore, just licking
away... I licked this woman until she was trembling uncontrollably, her legs opening and closing repeatedly, her mouth uttering all sorts of "ooh ooh
ya ya"
sounds, her buttocks moving up and down, she was completely at a loss
.
Her behavior aroused me greatly, and for some reason, this "shouts and screams, her whole body trembling"
excited me immensely (from then on, I couldn't resist any woman doing that).
"Oh... I can't take it anymore... Ah... Ah... I can't take it anymore..."
The woman's legs were tightly clamped around my head, her buttocks moving up and down, rubbing her juices against my mouth (actually,
she was using her juices to fuck my mouth).
I stretched out my tongue and licked her vulva with all my might, not daring to back down at all, even though my head was being squeezed painfully by her
... "No, no, I can't take it anymore... Bean, bean~~ Bean, bean~~ Ah... Quick, quick, quick... Come on,
I want... I want it... I, I want you..."
The older sister grabbed my head with her hands and pulled it upwards with all her might.
I was so addicted to licking that I didn't want to stop.
How strange, at first I felt a little nauseous, but now I didn't want to leave, I didn't mind the smell,
I didn't mind the dirt, and I even thought the smell was so wonderful, the juices were so sweet, I wished I could drink more
of the sticky juices flowing from the older sister's vulva (from then on, she trained me to love this kind of thing).
"No, no... lick it, come on up... I want... I... I want you..."
The older sister's hands pulled me upwards with all her might, and I reluctantly left the older sister's vulva... "Put it in
, put it in quickly."
I knew this meant I had to put my already hard penis into her vagina. I thrust my big penis in hard,
again and again, but I couldn't get it in. It either went up or fell down.
"Ouch, it hurts so much! Why are you thrusting like that?"
the older sister said, grabbing my penis and pointing it at her vagina: "Push, push...
yes, yes, ah... ah... ahhh... so comfortable... oh... really comfortable... oh..."
Under her guidance, I finally managed to push my penis into her vagina, but I didn't know how to do it (the last two times I
was the one being fucked), I just kept pushing in.
"Fool, move it."
Ah, move it, I didn't know how to move it, so I pushed even harder.
"Ouch, no, it's like this."
The older sister grabbed my waist and pushed me back and forth.
Oh, I understood, so she wanted me to go in and out. I fucked her in and out, guided by her hands
.
"Ah...ah...that's it, that's it, ah...oh dear...DouDou, you're fucking me
so...comfortable..."
Her words made my penis even bigger (strangely, I can't resist a woman's suggestive voice).
Luckily had already ejaculated twice, otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have been able to finish. Now, because I had almost no
reserves left, I couldn't ejaculate anytime soon.
I persisted, fucking her again and again.
By this time, I was more skilled at thrusting in and out. I saw her with her eyes closed, occasionally opening them to look at
me before quickly closing them again, her head stretching back and forth as if trying to enter the wall, her face
flushed.
My God! This was when she was at her most beautiful, something I had never seen before. Her face was red and incredibly
moist, even her occasionally opened eyes were watery, she was absolutely gorgeous.
(Strangely enough, at this moment, some women even seem to smooth out their wrinkles. I wonder if you've ever noticed this?) The older woman was shouting loudly, stimulating my nerves. Suddenly, she started moving with my rhythm,
as if trying to throw me off. She gripped me even tighter with both hands: "Ah...ah...harder...
harder...DouDou...I want...I want...harder...ah...oh..."
Suddenly, she froze, gripping me tightly (it hurt a little),
thrusting (like a bridge).
I dared not slack off, so I thrust even harder, fucking her with all my might (actually, I was no longer
conscious , it was just an instinctive action). I felt incredibly tight down there, and suddenly I couldn't hold back (it didn't
give me any time to prepare). "Plop, plop, plop,"
I went limp.
The older woman's body relaxed at this moment. I moved slightly, trying to get down, "Don't move, just lie there like that..."
To be honest, I was completely exhausted by then. I couldn't help but lie there,
having given in three times in less than four hours.
From then on, my older sister and I often did this kind of thing until her vacation ended.
Later, both our families moved away from that building. Then, I had to take exams and go to university, and I
never saw her again... To this day, I still miss her very much. If I had the chance to see her again, I would gladly let her have
her again, even though she's 33 years old now, I would still be willing... even though she was actually just playing with me. I
was deflowered at 19, but I don't hate her, I really don't hate her. On the contrary, I think about her all the time.
To be honest, I still think it was quite beautiful, quite happy. If I could live my life again, I would still let her have my way with me.

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