My lovely girlfriend's self-narration

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In our second semester together, which was the second semester of our freshman year, my boyfriend suddenly suggested we go to Jixian County in Tianjin because we had fewer classes. At the height of our relationship, I readily agreed. My boyfriend was always very good to me, but he had a naughty habit: he liked to expose me. Every time we went out, I had to dress very revealingly, sometimes even without underwear. Although I wasn't initially interested, he kept pestering me, and I gradually got used to dressing scantily. As the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get wet." Dressing too revealingly naturally attracted a bunch of perverts. Even with my boyfriend around, I was still undressed and harassed by some bad guys a few times. At first, they were very upset, thinking they weren't perfect, but after two or three times, I also experienced the pleasure of cheating on my boyfriend. So much so that later, sometimes I would even deliberately expose myself or lean against other men, letting them spy on me and take advantage of me. Of course, I mostly did this out of spite towards my boyfriend. For example, the story I'm about to tell you. Even though we were going hiking, my boyfriend coaxed me into wearing a white tank top and a black pleated mini-skirt. These two items are practically his favorites; every time I wear them, he drools like he wants to devour me. Actually, other men would feel the same way, because this outfit exposes my enviable curves and long, fair legs. And when I sit or run, the short skirt is more likely to reveal what's underneath, which of course suits my boyfriend's mischievous desires even better. But he doesn't know that occasionally exposing my body in unfamiliar places also excites me, so I just went along with it. That afternoon, after we arrived, we booked a small local tour group for the trip. When we met up the next day, we found about 10 people. Besides my boyfriend and me, there were three couples, a single female office worker, and an older man. The older man quickly caught my boyfriend's and my attention because he was incredibly ugly. He was short (the same height as me, but I'm a girl), bald to the point of having only a few hairs left, which he insisted on keeping. He had sparse, bushy eyebrows, thick eyelids, small eyes, a flat, bulbous nose, upturned, pig-like lips, and a few red pimples on his greasy, fat face. He was truly ugly. And his small eyes kept glancing at my thighs and chest. My boyfriend immediately expressed extreme disgust for this guy. He didn't even acknowledge him when he came over to greet me. I was kind enough to chat with him briefly when I realized he was being ignored. My boyfriend, on the other hand, seemed to get along very well with that female office worker from the start. I didn't expect that while we were hiking, my boyfriend would become increasingly familiar with her. She introduced herself as a single office worker on annual leave, traveling around. As for her age, although she didn't say, she was probably around 26 or 27. What angered me even more was that my boyfriend seemed to completely forget about me, his sexy and beautiful girlfriend, as he chatted with her. Whenever we encountered a steeper staircase, I felt the eyes of several men behind me fixed on my skirt. My boyfriend, however, had time to warn the female office worker to be careful. As for the ugly middle-aged man lagging behind, he kept snapping photos with his camera and camcorder; I wonder if his telephoto lens captured anything under my skirt. He completely ruined my good mood. After visiting several attractions, we arrived at the hotel halfway up the mountain in the evening. We finally managed to sit down for a short while, but my boyfriend quickly started chatting with the woman. They got increasingly animated, and eventually, to see the photos she had taken, he even sat down next to her. How dare he talk so intimately with another woman right in front of me! I angrily glanced around and found that ugly middle-aged man alone, looking at photos with his camera. Hmph, since you're sitting next to another woman, don't blame me for sitting next to another man too. And I'm going to get close to the man you hate the most, just to make you furious. So, I pretended to be interested in the ugly uncle's photography, walked over, and deliberately pressed my arm against his. The ugly guy was flattered and quickly started introducing his work to me. After a few words, I noticed his eyes starting to dart towards my chest. What poor self-control! I pretended not to notice and continued asking questions, getting closer and closer. The ugly uncle's body quickly reacted; a small tent had already formed in his thin summer pants. Seeing his slightly flushed face, I chuckled inwardly. Looking at my boyfriend, he was still chatting happily with that woman. "Really? So happy?" Okay, then I'll make the man next to me happy too. I quietly unbuttoned the third button of my collar and moved even closer, this time pressing my leg against his. The ugly guy's coarse leg hair tickled my delicate thighs. This guy seemed completely nervous, as if he'd never been approached so closely by a beautiful woman like me before. He even stammered a bit. His eyes were first fixed on my chest, then darted to my thighs, and finally he couldn't decide whether to look at my chest or my thighs. Teasing a man like this is so interesting. Since my boyfriend wants to pick up girls now, well, I'll give this guy a little something extra. "Uncle, can you teach me how to take a picture?" I was sure that my sweet, coquettish voice and pleading eyes would instantly win him over. He readily agreed, so I picked up my camera and randomly picked something to photograph. He hesitated for a moment before finding an excuse to grab my hand. Heh, leader, be bolder! I'm practically offering myself up. He paused, observing my reaction, and only after confirming I wasn't offended did he confidently tighten his grip. Honey, honey, the little hand you hold every day is now being touched by a very ugly middle-aged man. Wake up, or I'll punish you even more severely. Unfortunately, my boyfriend was completely oblivious to what was happening. Maybe he saw it, maybe he didn't, but he didn't come over to stop me. So I could only let this ugly guy continue to take advantage of me. I didn't offer him anything further, but this guy started actively demanding more. Under the pretense of instructing me on movements, he began to casually touch my arms and shoulders. And I didn't object at all. Finally, he boldly put his hand on my shoulder. Haha, his hand was shaking. "Aren't you excited?" I pretended to be seriously examining the camera, letting him continue touching me to his heart's content. But my jerk boyfriend turned his head to look, only paused for a moment, and still didn't come over to stop me. Okay, then I'll have to use my trump card. "Uncle, let's go take pictures over there," I pointed to a window in the hall. "Okay."We stood up and walked towards the window. My boyfriend finally couldn't help but ask, "Xiaoman, where are you going?" "To take pictures," I said irritably. "Heh, it's over there," the ugly uncle pointed. My boyfriend looked and frowned. Seeing his hesitation, I ignored him and just pulled the ugly uncle away. The other group members looked at us with considerable surprise. They must be wondering how this ugly guy managed to get so close to me. They probably never imagined it was my boyfriend's doing. When we reached the window, we were still in their line of sight. The ugly uncle seemed a bit reserved now, not daring to touch me, just standing there gesturing. I glanced at my boyfriend out of the corner of my eye and saw him quickly resume his lively conversation with the female group member, completely ignoring his girlfriend in her short skirt, her chest exposed, acting all cute and flirtatious towards the uncle he disliked. It seems I need to disappear for a while to make him remember me. "Uncle, let's take pictures over there." I pointed to another spot. It was a protruding balcony; from there, my boyfriend wouldn't be able to see me. "Okay, sure," the ugly uncle agreed, realizing the advantage of the spot. Once we were there, the ugly uncle became bolder again. After a couple of instructions, he finally stood behind me as I had imagined, holding my hands and beginning to teach me. He leaned closer, his chest gradually pressing against my back. And his erect penis slowly pressed against my buttocks. Yes, this is the method those bus perverts like to use. Today, I'll use this to punish my boyfriend for ignoring me, to let him know that ignoring me comes at a price. My buttocks didn't back down; instead, they bravely met his, letting his genitals press firmly against them. Isn't it soft and warm? My initiative seemed to stimulate his penis, making it swell even more. It feels quite large. The ugly old man must have been thinking he was having a lucky day, running into a young, beautiful, yet secretly horny girl like me. Gradually, he started testing me again. His lower body wasn't content with just pressing against me; it began to move back and forth little by little. His hands would occasionally sneakily touch my waist. Before I knew it, I'd ruined several photos. "If you don't take good pictures, Uncle will punish you." "Oh, ugly as you are, but full of ideas. You're lucky." "Ugh, who's afraid of who? I'll definitely take better pictures than you." But then again, his level of lewdness was nothing compared to the perverts on the night bus. I remember in my senior year of high school, in early winter, a big pervert in a coat half-covered me with it. His hands slipped inside my bra, roughly kneading me. He pulled out his penis, inserted it between my legs, and started thrusting like he was having sex. Afraid of being penetrated, I squeezed my legs tightly together, which only made him feel better. Finally, his penis pressed against my labia as he ejaculated onto my panties and skirt. Thinking back to when I was a virgin, I was so innocent; I even secretly cried when I got home. Now, I willingly let this ugly guy violate me. Sigh. But it's all thanks to my boyfriend. He took my virginity, and he made me go hiking dressed like this. And now he's chatting so intimately with another woman. Thinking about this makes me really angry. Ugly uncle, punish my boyfriend properly! When people get close, it's like there's a telepathic connection. Just as I thought this, the ugly uncle started to act. While adjusting the camera lens, his left hand moved upwards, and soon, his hand cupped my breast. You know, I was wearing a half-cup bra today, very thin. The heat from his hand immediately seeped through my clothes. I trembled slightly and took another bad photo. "Oops, you didn't pat it properly again. We agreed that if you didn't pat it properly," he said, and then lightly patted my buttock. This seemed too much. He wasn't a relative, an elder, or my boyfriend; patting my butt was unreasonable and inappropriate. I knew this was a test. If I clearly objected, he would likely stop there. But if I obediently accepted it, he would definitely blatantly touch my body. I hesitated, unsure what to do, while he waited for my answer. For a moment, the atmosphere was awkward. To make matters worse, at that moment, I heard my boyfriend and the girl from the group laughing in the hall. Hearing their laughter, I immediately pictured them whispering to each other. "Hmph, I don't care then. Ugly old man, you're lucky." "Mmm…bad uncle…don't be so rough…you're hurting me…be gentle…" I replied in a coquettish voice. As soon as I finished speaking, I felt it was incredibly lewd. "Oh, I'm sorry, then let me rub it for you." He was overjoyed and immediately placed his hand on my buttocks, brazenly groping me. In his mind now, I must be a very lewd girl. I doubt any girl would let such an ugly old man grope her buttocks so casually. And it wasn't the petty groping on the bus; we both knew how ambiguous this was. Just thinking about the word "ambiguous" and the ugly old man's face made me feel nauseous... He groped freely, without any politeness, and in a few moments, he slipped under my skirt. His warm palm pressed against my delicate skin, rubbing, pinching, kneading, from my thighs to inside my skirt. I felt like an inflatable doll, letting him take whatever he wanted. His left hand was no less ruthless, first gently lifting and rubbing. Gradually, it became his hand grasping my breasts, rhythmically kneading them. One minute, two minutes, my body was also getting warm from his touch. My face started to burn, my breathing became heavier, and even my nipples were touched until they stood up. Finally, when he tried to slip his hand inside my collar, I couldn't take it anymore. "Um... Uncle... Okay... My butt doesn't hurt anymore... No need to rub it anymore~" I deliberately showed a little dissatisfaction, telling him that was enough. Although I was reluctant, he wisely stopped. But he still pressed his body tightly against me, afraid I would run away. I felt that this punishment was enough for both my boyfriend and me. "Xiaoman, let me take some pictures of you." Seeing my displeasure, he suggested taking pictures of me. "Okay~" I agreed hesitantly. Actually, I wanted to go back, but I was afraid that my flushed face and slightly heavy breathing would alert the other group members. Taking some pictures would relieve my discomfort. He picked up the camera, took a few steps back, and started taking pictures. I just casually struck a few poses, but he kept praising me, saying I was beautiful, had a good figure, and was even better than a professional model. That's how women are; even knowing that the other person is flattering you and wants to sleep with you, they still like to hear sweet words. After a few more compliments from him, my earlier displeasure quickly vanished. Seeing my smile return, he began instructing me on how to pose. After a couple more shots, he complained that the space was too small, lacked a good background, and the photos didn't look good. "Let's go take pictures over there. I guarantee I'll give you the most beautiful results." He pointed to an ancient tree outside; the setting sun casting its light on it created a truly beautiful scene. "Okay." Looking at the photos on my camera, I realized they lacked a good background and atmosphere, so I readily agreed. Since we hadn't had any physical contact, taking a few pictures wouldn't hurt. Only that jerk of a boyfriend—humph, I've been gone for so long, and he still hasn't shown up. I'd like to see when he finally comes looking for me. I pulled the ugly old man out through a small door nearby. I must say, even the ugliest man needs good photography skills. He did take really good pictures; some were even better than those taken at a professional photo studio. So when he suggested lifting my skirt a little, I agreed without hesitation. Next, he made more demands on my poses, and the shooting distance got closer and closer. In the photos, more and more of my body was exposed, and my poses became increasingly alluring. After 20 minutes, I suggested we take a break. We sat under the shade of a tree, reviewing our work one by one. Seeing him covered in sweat, diligently leaning against me, I decided to give him a reward. "Uncle, my back is a little sore, could you massage it for me?" He happily agreed, cleverly placing his hands on my lower back.Then, and then again. In no time, he had successfully grasped my breasts. In the sunset, an ugly middle-aged man was embracing a scantily clad young girl, his hands slowly kneading her breasts. I wonder what it would feel like if someone took a picture of us. A few minutes later, I was blushing and my nipples were erect from his touching. I quickly made him stop, straightened my clothes a little, and went home. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was still chatting away with that woman. Heh, I didn't care. Let him chat. Anyway, the amount the man had taken from me was enough for him to masturbate several times tonight. I hadn't expected my boyfriend and that girl to develop such a relationship so quickly. That night, he secretly went on a rendezvous with me. After being touched twice by that ugly man in the afternoon, I felt I had enough revenge, especially since his technique was quite good. So, that night, I really wanted to have sex with my boyfriend. So, I changed into a sexy nightgown, ready to seduce him into bed. This jerk took a phone call, talked for a few minutes, and then told me he was going out for a walk. When I questioned him about where he was going, he lied and said he was just going for a stroll, checking out the night view, and would be back soon. He even said he was too tired from hiking during the day and told me to go to bed early. Without waiting for my reply, he hurriedly left. Seeing his hasty manner, I became increasingly suspicious. I opened the door and saw him walking downstairs side by side with that girl from the daytime group. My anger flared up instantly, and I took off after him. But after only a few steps, I realized that my breasts, which weren't restrained by a bra, were practically bursting out of my nightgown. This blue camisole nightgown was originally designed as a sexy nightgown; the upper part only covered a little above the nipples. There was also a V-shaped cutout in the middle, specifically for exposing cleavage. The lower part was even worse; it covered the front but not the back. If I bent over even slightly, most of my buttocks would be exposed, and if I stood up straight, my panties would be showing. Wearing pajamas like this on a beautiful woman like me, I wonder how many perverts I'd attract if I went out. Just as I was stamping my feet, both angry and anxious, I realized I was standing right in front of that ugly old man's room. The idea of using this old man to get revenge on my boyfriend surged up again. He'd already touched me quite a bit this afternoon. Now, dressed like this, going into his room, I wondered if he wouldn't be able to resist pushing me onto the bed. But I couldn't linger in the hallway; it would be even worse if other men saw me. After thinking for a moment, I knocked on his door. When the old man opened the door and saw me like this, he was immediately dumbfounded. I could clearly feel his adrenaline surge. "Uncle, I've come to learn how to take night photos from you." I clasped my hands in front of me, looking obedient and cute. He stared blankly for a few more seconds before hurriedly saying, "Come in, come in." He was already swallowing saliva as he spoke. The layout of the hotel room was all the same: a small balcony, a bed, a bathroom, and a table. His computer was on the table, displaying the photos he had taken for me that afternoon. As I passed the trash can, I smelled semen. Looking inside, I saw several sheets of toilet paper. Needless to say, I knew why he'd been looking at my photos. Once inside the room, I felt a little nervous. The clothes were incredibly revealing. My areolas were faintly visible under the light. The ugly old man stood beside me, wearing only floral shorts and flip-flops, his eyes fixed on my chest. "Uncle, is it convenient to take night photos now?" I asked somewhat shyly. "Oh, sure, sure," he quickly went to get his equipment—tripper, camera, and DV. "Let's shoot on the balcony; it's too small inside," I suggested. Actually, I wanted to see where my boyfriend was going. "Okay." He quickly set up the tripod and adjusted the camera. The lens was a bit low, so I naturally bent over, immediately exposing most of my buttocks. At that moment, the man suddenly turned off the light. Before I could think, he impatiently pressed himself against me from behind, a large expanse of my smooth back pressed against his skin. On my buttocks, I could clearly feel a hot, hard penis pressed against my cleft. This feeling… Damn it, he wasn't wearing underwear! On such a beautiful night, I, so beautiful and shy, was being treated like this while wearing only a half-naked nightgown… An ugly guy grabbed me from behind and molested me with his penis; it was so embarrassing. Before I could object, I saw my boyfriend and that girl from the girl group walking out of the building, chatting and laughing. Ugh, it's all your fault. Fine, since you want to pick up girls, don't blame me for being harassed by this pervert. So, I swallowed the words I was about to say and instead pushed my hips back, letting his penis penetrate even deeper. This action only convinced him that I was trying to seduce him. Then, he started explaining the night... Knowing his place, his hands expertly explored my body. He quickly grasped my breasts; without my bra, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. His two large, wicked hands, his middle and index fingers pinching and squeezing my nipples, were utterly unabashed. Meanwhile, I watched my boyfriend and that woman walk towards the edge of the woods, chatting and laughing. His penis was slowly pushing in. His shaft, through my shorts, was already firmly embedded in my buttocks. If I let him continue like this, he might just pull off my underwear. Then he forcibly inserted himself into my little hole. No way! I wasn't even planning on letting him penetrate me yet, how could I let him succeed so quickly? I quickly made an excuse to show him my work and temporarily broke free from his embrace. I secretly glanced at his genitals—what a scoundrel! He really wasn't wearing underwear; his penis was pushing his shorts high, it looked like it was about to burst. There was even a small wet patch on the glans. This guy clearly wanted to continue touching me, saying the photos weren't good enough and I should try harder. I pretended to be unhappy and said standing was tiring. "I want to sit down for the photoshoot." He hesitated for a moment, thinking he'd offended me, and quickly agreed. Then he moved a chair over, I sat on it, and he stood behind me, peering down at my almost exposed breasts. Before, this would have been enough to satisfy him, but now, with us so intimately close, he seemed unsatisfied. I chuckled inwardly. At this moment, he had to thank his boyfriend, because I saw him grab the office lady and hug her, as if shielding her from a mountain breeze. I was furious! This was my exclusive privilege, and he was doing something so inappropriate to an older woman he'd just met. And his hand was on her waist, not moving. The woman didn't object! Well, then, don't blame me for being impolite. I made an excuse that the chair wasn't high enough (actually, I could adjust the tripod) and asked for a cushion. This ugly guy, though ugly, wasn't stupid; he quickly offered to cushion my back on his lap. I reluctantly agreed, but while sitting, I deliberately pressed my buttocks against his large penis, watching him enjoy it. Hehe, who told my husband to flirt with other women? Well, I'll let other men enjoy my body too. This ugly guy immediately started pushing his luck again. He pretended to help me adjust my position, hugging me from both sides, his left hand groping my thighs. I secretly glanced at my boyfriend and saw him and that stinky woman sitting down behind a big tree. They were pressed tightly together, looking like lovers. Hmph, but I'm closer to other men now, let him be angry. Seeing that I didn't object to his little actions, the ugly uncle immediately started ravaging my thighs again, touching the inside and outside. He also stole kisses on my neck and shoulders from time to time. I pretended to film while watching the two of them chatting and talking, as if pointing to the stars in the sky, and my anger grew bigger and bigger. Under my butt, the ugly uncle's penis got harder and harder, and his touching became more and more intense. Finally, he suddenly called out to me. When I turned around, he kissed me hard, and then his left hand went directly between my legs, touching my vulva. "Uncle, what are you doing? Ugh... let me go... no... don't put it in... oh... no..." "Little slut... stop pretending... let me do it..." The ugly uncle was so rough, two fingers forcefully thrusting into my tender little hole, and another hand was also rubbing my breasts hard. My body was already the sensitive type, and I had been silently cooperating with him from the beginning, so now I was in trouble. My nipples were hard, and my little hole was wet. Now, with him doing this, I didn't even have much strength left to struggle. "Ah... no..." "Come on, little baby, I know you came here to let me do it, don't wait." "No... that's not what I meant..." "No, hehe, then why did you dress so provocatively and come to my room? Look how wet you are." As he spoke, he held his fingers in front of me, which were indeed covered with glistening vaginal fluid. "No... that's... I... I'm going to punish my boyfriend..." "What punishment for your boyfriend?"He didn't know I was pointing out the window at my boyfriend and that woman, chatting intimately. "That's my boyfriend. He went outside with that girlfriend, and I just wanted to see what he was doing." "What…" He looked over at my boyfriend and, sure enough, saw him and that woman whispering sweet nothings to each other. I took the opportunity to break free and stand up. We looked into each other's eyes, and the atmosphere became incredibly awkward. "You…" He seemed to finally understand, his face turning bright red. "I'm sorry, Uncle, I just wanted to punish my boyfriend, I really didn't mean to…" "I thought…" The ugly old man lowered his head in shame. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I'd escaped a disaster. Unexpectedly, when he looked down, he saw my half-naked body, and a feeling of humiliation surged through me. "So you've been playing me all along!" he roared, his face instantly contorting into a ferocious expression. "Fuck your mother!" Enraged, he picked me up, took a few steps, and threw me onto the bed. Then he ripped off his big shorts, revealing a huge, menacing penis. I quickly rolled over to run away, but he grabbed my feet and pulled me back. He spread my legs apart, then pulled my buttocks over, and a hot, hard glans pressed right against my labia. "Uncle, I'm sorry, I... ah..." Before I could finish, he thrust his hips forward, and the glans parted my labia, scraping against the folds of my vagina, and pressed against my clitoris. My delicate vagina couldn't withstand such a hard, hot penis being so roughly inserted, and my whole body went limp. "I'll fuck you to death, you slut, how dare you play me like that! If I don't fuck you to death, you won't know how powerful I am!" He said harshly as he forcefully thrust his penis into my body, making me scream "Ah ah!" "Ah...oh...Uncle, no...oh...I was wrong...no...oh...it's so big...too big..." "No, didn't you want to punish your boyfriend? I'll help you now, give him a big green hat so he can be shielded from the sun." "No...ah ah..." He thrust so hard, such a big cock, quickly plunging into my pussy, it felt like my pussy was about to burst. "Husband, save me...oh...I'm being...ah ah" "Your husband is having fun with a girl." He grabbed one of my breasts with each hand, rubbing them hard, almost squeezing my nipples raw. Maybe the ambiguity earlier made my body too thirsty, after he thrust into me more than twenty times, my pussy finally adapted to a hard and hot cock, waves of pleasure surged from my clitoris, leaving me powerless to resist. "Oh... Uncle, you're so bad... Ah... so hard... I... Ah... can't take it... Oh... you hit it again..." "Is it good? Is it good? I'll fuck you to pieces!" The ugly uncle grabbed my buttocks and started thrusting rapidly, leaving me completely defenseless. Intense pleasure surged from my vagina throughout my body, leaving me only able to stick my buttocks up, gripping the sheets with both hands, moaning incessantly. If my boyfriend knew I was being fucked wildly by someone he hated, I wonder what he would think? Would he get aroused and start masturbating? After being fucked so wildly for dozens of times, the ugly uncle stopped, took off my already useless underwear and pajamas, and then turned me over, naked. I slightly opened my eyes and immediately saw that the veiny penis was covered in my vaginal fluid. And its owner, with a body covered in thick body hair, was spreading my long, white legs and pressing down on me. It's so ugly. A bald head with sparse hair, small, droopy eyes, a flat, bulbous nose, thick lips, and a few red pimples on his greasy face—this ugly face, so close to me, before I could even turn my head, he took my red lips in his mouth, his large tongue prying open my white teeth and slithering in like a venomous snake. At the same time, his thick, hard penis parted my thin petals and filled my vagina. I never imagined that someone as beautiful as me, even the most beautiful girl in the class and the entire college, would have her sexy mouth and vagina occupied by such a disgusting man at the same time. This feeling was both shameful and exciting, making my body seem many times more sensitive than usual. The rubbing of his thighs with each thrust, his slightly protruding belly, the rough hands stroking my back, the penis scraping against the folds of my vagina, and the tongue swirling in my mouth—every place he touched seemed to send waves of pleasure through me. These waves of pleasure completely overwhelmed me. Honey, do you know, I'm being fucked hard by that ugly old man you hate right now. His saliva is so sweet, his cock is so thick. You'll love the cuckolding we're giving you. This bad uncle, he's fucking me so good, so comfortably. My pussy is sucking on his cock, my legs are hooked around his thick waist, my arms are tightly wrapped around his short, thick neck, our tongues are entwined in each other's mouths. My body now completely belongs to him, his cock is like a drill, relentlessly digging a tunnel to the depths of my heart. I know that this tunnel will soon be opened by him, and then, not only will it release the most pleasurable joy in my heart, but it will also steal my soul, my pride, my shame, my fidelity. I will willingly submit to him, serving him day and night with my own body. Three minutes later, he did it, my body convulsed completely, my pussy, legs, arms, all tightly sucking and holding on. Then I let out what seemed to be the most pleasurable moan I've ever made. The ugly man didn't stop because of my climax. His thick penis continued to thrust in and out forcefully, sending wave after wave of orgasms until I passed out in pleasure. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a rough hand rubbing my breasts, while his thick penis continued its tireless work inside me. His movements became gentle, like warm water washing over my body. My body was awakened. My senses slowly reconnected, the flood of pleasure from before was gone, and now it felt like soaking in a hot spring, very relaxing and enjoyable. I never thought this rough man could be so gentle; appearances can be deceiving. When I opened my eyes again, he was no longer ugly. Even his lewd smile now had the feel of a summer sunset. "How was it, little slut? You were having a blast, weren't you?" "You're so naughty..." I didn't say much, reaching out to touch my other breast. Suddenly, a flash, then the sound of a camera. Only then did I open my eyes wide and see clearly that he was holding a camera in one hand. "Don't take pictures... ah," I tried to stop him, but he thrust forcefully a few times, making it impossible for me to reach the camera. Amidst the constant clicking of the camera, somehow, I seemed to become even more excited. When he showed me the photo of his penis deeply inserted into my vagina, it felt like a string in my nerves snapped. Let him take the picture, capture my most lewd self, the voice in my head kept urging me. He set the camera to automatic, put it aside, and then pressed down on me again. This time, I had no restraint; my waist began to twist on its own, and my moans were no longer controlled—husband, brother, I cried out all sorts of things. We started to roll around on the bed. The camera captured a version of myself I had never seen before. That version of myself was so lewd, so seductive. Whether he was on top of me or I was on top of him, my expression was one of pure enjoyment, so blissful. More than ten minutes later, this ugly old man finally reached orgasm with me. His semen scalded me, causing me to faint again. When I woke up again, I found the ugly old man standing by the window, filming something with a DV camera. He saw I was awake and waved at me. "Hehe, little darling, want to know what your boyfriend is doing?" He gave me a lewd grin. Yes, what was my boyfriend doing? I nervously put on my pajamas and went over. Sure enough, the scene I both hoped and hated to see unfolded before me. In the bushes, my boyfriend, naked from the waist down, was vigorously fucking that female office worker. Just moments ago I was regretting my excessive revenge on my boyfriend, letting this ugly bastard have his way with me, but now that guilt vanished. 'Those who defile another's wife and daughter will be defiled themselves,' my boyfriend would never have imagined his revenge would come so quickly. "This is the second time they've done this," the ugly old man said, pinching my buttocks with a lewd grin. "Hmph," I glared resentfully at the DV camera, then squatted down and grasped the ugly old man's dark penis. "Uncle, you can't lose to him."Thirty minutes later, I once again went to bed with this ugly middle-aged man my boyfriend hated most. To get revenge on my boyfriend, I kept myself completely naked for the next few days. My relationship with my boyfriend became strained; he would frequently flirt with that female member of the tour group, while I was constantly being groped by that man. Sometimes, the man and I would deliberately slack off from the group, staying in a certain spot, perhaps just kissing, or maybe sticking my butt out for him to penetrate. Of course, sometimes my boyfriend and that female member would also deliberately slack off, and the man would quickly come to my side, "taking good care" of me in my boyfriend's place. After returning home, I considered breaking up with my boyfriend, but he went back to his old ways and treated me very well. In the end, I gave up the idea of breaking up. As for that man, we secretly kept in touch; he later became a professional photographer. He told me that he managed to sleep with one or two young girls every month who came to have their nude photos taken. Unexpectedly, one of them was my future aunt—but that's another story.

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