[Urban] Incestuous Relationships (Complete) - 7-9

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It
all began by the edge of a swamp, when Tommy was bitten by an insect.
It was an evening when he was eight years old. Tommy was fantasizing about being a brilliant super spy, hacking into the enemy's electronic systems, with an imaginary female spy captivated by his charm. This daydream was so enchanting, but at its peak, he didn't notice the unusually large insect. The

insect was lying on a log Tommy had to pass, and when he touched it, it immediately reacted.

"Aaaaaahh ... Tommy walked through the door and saw his mother busy in the kitchen. His mother still looked so young and beautiful, no more than twenty-five. Tommy was conceived by his mother when she was in high school, but his father had made the best preparations for them, until that accident last year… “Hi! Mommy,” Tommy called out loudly. She glanced at her son’s swaying arm, giving him a worried look. On Saturdays, his mother didn’t have to work, and when she was home, she kept a closer eye on her son. Today was Saturday, and sure enough, the boy had gotten into trouble and injured himself. “What are you doing?” his mother asked, immediately putting down her work and rushing over to check the wound. “Oh! It’s nothing, just a bug bite,” Tommy waved his arm, indicating he didn’t care, but his mother grabbed his hand and examined it carefully. She kissed her son’s forehead. "Where did you get bitten?" "From the woods near the door, towards the swamp. It's nothing, isn't it?" "I thought I told you not to go near that abandoned chemical waste dump." Mom's face darkened. "Oh, Mommy. It's just a bite, it'll be fine soon." "You're always like this, I should really spank you. You should be past this mischievous age by now, shouldn't you?" Mom sighed, "Raising an eight-year-old without a father is exhausting for Mommy." As she spoke, a single, glistening tear appeared in the corner of her eye. "I'm so sad that Daddy's gone, Mommy, I love you." "I know." Mom wiped away his tears. "Tommy, Mommy has to go out tonight. Later, that young, pretty lady, Lisa, will come to take care of you." "Oh! Mommy, I don't need a nanny. Didn't you say I'm old enough? Please, Mommy!" He wasn't really bothered by Lisa; she was always exciting, and in his eyes, she was a real beauty. If he had the chance, maybe he could put on a tape of his favorite videos. "I love you, son. I can't take any risks. She'll be here before six, so you'd better be good then." Mom patted Tommy's hair and went back to the kitchen work that had just been interrupted. Completely forgetting his spy game, Tommy slipped back to his room, locked the door, and pulled out the porn magazine he had secretly gotten from his mother. Looking at the blonde women with exposed breasts and bare buttocks in the book, he began to wonder if his mother was like these women. He didn't know, but he knew Lisa definitely was. Time passed, and after a satisfying "reading" session, Tommy realized it was almost time for Lisa to arrive. He didn't want to miss the chance to see her, even if this woman was there to control him. Tommy went into the bathroom, wanting to tidy himself up before Lisa arrived. In the mirror, he was surprised to find his eyes faintly glowing red. Oh well, maybe it's just his imagination! He focused, recalling his impressions of Lisa . Lisa had just entered university this fall. She was as beautiful as those models in pornographic magazines, even more beautiful. A pair of long, smooth, beautiful legs made her almost five feet eight inches tall; a pair of round, soft 92F breasts; and an angelic face that could mesmerize anyone. A perfect oval face, brown eyes, a delicate nose as if sculpted by a master; a small mouth placed in a perfect position on a face he had never seen before; her lips were extremely beautiful, almost always upturned, making him restlessly want to look at them. Her lovely black hair was always so soft and moving whenever he touched it. "Tommy!" His mother's voice came from downstairs, and he quickly climbed the stairs. His mother and Lisa were standing in the doorway. His mother looked beautiful too, her hair styled in a French braid, her tight-fitting short skirt perfectly showcasing her legs, and her low-cut top subtly revealing a more voluptuous and beautiful bust than he remembered. Tommy gasped, then looked at Lisa. His mother and she were discussing their monthly paychecks. Lisa was wearing jeans, concealing her long, beautiful legs that he found pleasing. But her breasts were encased in a light blue camisole, her large breasts stretching the camisole's outline, her nipples almost bursting out, making Tommy breathless. He was sure every man would drool over those enormous breasts. Her pretty black hair was tied in a ponytail, rolling gracefully down her neck, and when she nodded in agreement with her mother, it bounced back in waves, radiating youthful vitality. "Tommy, Mommy might be back quite late. Mr. Bruce and I will be going to see a movie after dinner. Be good at home, okay?" Mom waved. Tommy stared intently at his mother, watching her walk away, her back shrouded in her clothes. How come he never noticed how good his mother's figure was before? Mom must be thinking about what she and Mr. Bruce would do tonight! "Okay, Tommy. I'm going to watch TV for a bit. Do you need anything?" To Tommy, Lisa's sweet voice was like heavenly music. "Um, no." Tommy closed his eyes on her bright, crystal-clear brown eyes, trying to use his usual excuse to keep her occupied. He didn't want to just sneak back upstairs and keep indulging in his favorite daydreams. "How about we find something to do, like... like playing a simple game of cards?" Lisa's eyes suddenly became misty, her expression blank for a moment, then she smiled and nodded. "Okay, playing cards are fun too, I'm really good at them. Wait a minute, I'll go get the cards." She went to the cabinet and found the playing cards her mother had left there. Huh? This was strange. His request had almost become a ritual; he would ask every time, and Lisa would always smile and say no. She usually told him to do something childish and wait for her mother to come home. That smile almost always melted his heart with joy, yet he was also deeply hurt by the rejection. But this time she said yes… Quite surprised, perhaps even nearly fainting from the surprise, Tommy sat down in the living room.

The carpet was soft, and the space was spacious enough to play cards. Besides, it would be a nice place to lie down if he could figure out a way to snuggle up to her.

Lisa returned, holding a deck of cards, seemingly unperturbed by her recent change. Lisa sat down on the carpet, her legs crossed without any hesitation, and with the slightest movement, her large breasts bounced violently inside her bra.

She seemed to have forgotten the effect this had on Tommy; each sway of her breasts caused another sharp pain between the boy's legs.

"Oh!" Tommy groaned indistinctly.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Lisa asked with genuine concern.

She knew how troublesome it was for a nanny when her child was sick while his parents were away. Tommy's obvious admiration wasn't enough to bother her, but if he was sick, she would be very upset tonight.

"I'm fine," he replied quickly, trying to control his gaze from staring at her breasts.

Tommy wanted Lisa to perceive him as masculine, not sickly, so he sat up straight, puffing out his chest.

Lisa dealt the cards, and they started playing Big Two.

After a short while, Tommy suddenly had a strange feeling. Every time their eyes met, Lisa would do something silly, like taking two cards in a row. He was puzzled as to why.

Strangely, she actually agreed that it was faster this way.

Blinking, he remembered his eyes glowing red in the mirror. He decided to experiment, to see if his words would affect Lisa when their eyes met…

“You should have discarded the Ace of Spades,” he suggested directly when their eyes met again.

He knew she had that card, and she seemed to know he needed it too. After a blank look, Lisa nodded slightly.

The next round, she was again asked to discard a spade. Tommy's mouth dropped open, and he quickly gathered his cards to discard, winning the round.

Lisa looked somewhat disgusted and unhappy, shaking her hand helplessly.

"Hmm." Tommy met her gaze again, diligently trying to win using this method, thoroughly enjoying himself. He even felt a red glow reflecting in Lisa's brown eyes.

Suddenly, Tommy had an idea. He said, "Hey! How about we play strip poker?"

Lisa shook her head, as if out of control, then stared at the cards.

"I... I think we should just play regular poker. My boyfriend won't like your idea, and your mother won't approve." Lisa refused, but inwardly she didn't understand why a voice kept persuading her that the suggestion was actually quite interesting. She didn't think satisfying this brat's desires was a good thing at all.

Tommy looked at Lisa again...

"You really want to see my eyes clearly now," he whispered, his voice just loud enough for her to hear.

Tommy tried to make his voice rhythmic, full of alluring hypnotic power. He felt that using this strange seduction required a deeper voice.

"I... Yes... Your eyes are beautiful..." Lisa drifted into a daze, lost in the two hazy red pools.

Tommy was surprised; he remembered reading about hypnosis. Suddenly, he could do this to Lisa, and she seemed to only offer slight resistance.

What were the limitations on this kind of thing in the books? Whatever, as long as he could control Lisa now! He really wanted to make Lisa take off those annoying clothes.

"When your gaze shifts elsewhere, you will forget you have a boyfriend."

"Yes, I... I will forget Roger."

Lisa nodded, but didn't look away. Tommy laughed happily, certain that Lisa was under the control of some unknown magic.

Some mysterious magic that belonged to him.

What was going on was beyond his comprehension, but he would definitely figure out a perfect way to use it...

"Don't worry about my mommy, she'll be happy to know you like me."

"Yes, happy... happy." Lisa was completely under control; her previously sweet voice now sounded lifeless.

"You want to play... striptease with me."

"I want to... No, no, that's wrong!... I... I want to..." She tried to shake her head, but her gaze was immediately locked.

"You like playing striptease with me," Tommy reiterated.

"I like playing striptease with you." Lisa finally gave in, seemingly a little confused as to why she had so firmly refused earlier.

"When I look away, you'll still do as I say, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Lisa's eyes suddenly went blank, startling Tommy, who quickly looked away to let Lisa regain her senses.

She quickly dropped the cards in her hand and drew another set, as if it were all her own idea.

“Okay, a bet is a bet.” She smiled. “One round is one piece of clothing, right?”

“Sounds good for me.” Tommy smiled slightly, knowing he would soon see Lisa’s body, which he had only ever dreamed of. He was very interested in how to fit her large breasts into her bra.

Tommy expected her to take them off immediately, but there seemed to be a better way.

“Your turn,” Lisa said.

Tommy quickly won the first round.

Lisa didn’t hesitate and pulled off her shoes.

Lisa won the second round, and Tommy lost his shoes.

The next round was his again, and then it was Lisa’s turn again…

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Soon, the woman was left with only jeans and a bra, and the man was left with only his pants.

When Tommy won another round, Lisa blushed. Considering her clothes, she decided to use her jeans as payment.

The girl stood up lightly, slipped her thumb into the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoned them, and pulled them down a little. Then, she unzipped the zipper and slowly pulled it down, a half-smile on her face, watching Tommy’s reaction.

A breathtakingly long leg emerged from her pants, revealing Lisa's well-developed muscles from jogging and her alluring curves.

Tommy's eyes were glued to her, fixed on the pink panties at the top of her thighs, a few fine curls peeking out from the edge.

"Do you like my legs?" Lisa asked softly.

The boy nodded stiffly, reaching out to touch her shapely legs, but Lisa brushed his hand away.

"Hey, this is a game, you can admire from afar, but not touch."

Tommy grumbled for a moment, then remembered he could control the rules. He could change them whenever he wanted.

Tommy decided to wait, to remove Lisa's bra in the next round, slowly undressing her.

"Your cards," Tommy said. This time, the boy took off his pants, leaving only his white panties.

Tommy felt a little embarrassed; he didn't know what girls liked to see, but he decided to continue.

He'd win the next round.

Heaven was about to appear—those tightly wrapped, enormous breasts would finally be free.

Lisa stood up, turned her back to Tommy, and glanced sideways at her shoulder, slowly searching for the bow at the bottom of her camisole. After untying it, she used one hand to hold the dress in place, and the other to untie another bow behind her neck. She turned back, her arms covering her private parts.

Tommy was somewhat disappointed. Lisa smiled slightly and moved her hand away.

"Wow!" A mischievous scream rang out, and the girl's snow-white, round breasts leaped into Tommy's pounding eyes.

She shamelessly enjoyed the relief of being undressed; Tommy's words had seeped into Lisa's subconscious, like her own thoughts.

Tommy stared, dumbfounded, his eyes wide. This was the closest he'd ever seen breasts.

Lisa's delicate nipples hardened at the sudden coolness, her breasts trembling with each movement.

She swayed gently, instinctively responding to the obvious intent in Tommy's eyes.

"Take off your panties too," Tommy said.

"No, the game isn't over yet," Lisa refused.

"No problem," Tommy lowered his voice, "It's part of the game too. Take off your panties!"

"I, no, I..." Lisa turned her head away again, struggling with herself.

Tommy's control worked in the right places, and she immediately obeyed.

Once again, Lisa's thumb hooked the belt, carefully letting the panties slide down her legs, revealing her rounded buttocks. As she bent over to pull down the panties, her snow-white buttocks formed a perfect heart shape.

At the same moment Lisa bent over, sparse, curly pubic hair appeared deep between her legs.

"Aren't you going to help me take off my underwear?"

"No, I think... I should put my clothes on, the news... it's news time."

Tommy suddenly realized, cursing himself for being so stupid as to let her make the decision.

Things could be better, but how?

He remembered the women's submissions in the magazines upstairs, what did those women say they liked?

If he could make Lisa feel aroused, maybe...

"You feel very thirsty right now," Tommy said. "You need relief, don't you?" Lisa began to waver, her brown eyes blank.

But this time it was different; it seemed the root of her dazed state came from within, not from external commands.

"Oh..." she murmured, "Hmm! I..."

"You want me to touch you right now. Beg me!"

"Oh! Tommy. I can't do that, I..." Lisa's voice trembled with uncontrollable desire; she closed her eyes tightly, her chin resting on her right shoulder, afraid to look up.

"Tommy, please, I need your touch."

Tommy smiled slightly, reaching out to touch the girl's body, already drenched in sweat.

His hand touched the breasts that had been previously forbidden, and Lisa trembled slightly. She opened her eyes wide, then closed them again, thrusting her chest forward, seeking his passionate caresses.

His small hands couldn't grasp her 92F breasts; Tommy could feel the engorged nipples timidly blooming beneath his palms. In amazement and awe, he worshipped her snow-white breasts with his lips. Before this, Tommy had never had the chance to touch a real pair of breasts.

With a touch of ecstasy, he gently kneaded her soft, cotton-like breasts, caressing the breasts of a real young girl.

Every moment, the boy felt both surprise and joy.

Lisa trembled with each caress; his warm palms seemed to electrify, gradually awakening every inch of her skin that was touched.

Soon, Lisa's body was tinged with a delicate sheen from the sweat. Tommy stopped, knowing that if he continued, he would definitely wet the floor.

"Next, between my legs..." Tommy's voice was urgent with joy, "put my cock in your mouth." He had read the word 'cock' in porn magazines.

He waited to feel the girl's lips touch him, his body shifting nervously.

"I don't want to put that dirty thing in my mouth, Tommy." Lisa still resisted his command.

Tommy was shocked. Why wasn't she doing as he was told?

He vaguely remembered that some things people wouldn't normally do, even under hypnosis, they wouldn't do.

Tommy tried to think of a way, and slowly, an idea appeared in his mind.

He remembered once, after seeing Lisa sucking on an ice pop, he had fantasized all night about Lisa sucking his cock.

The ice pop going in and out of her mouth, his tongue feeling the cold touch.

Maybe he could use this method to make her submit!

"Kneel in front of me." Lisa knelt down as instructed, because Tommy was standing and seemed to be taller than her.

Tommy held his limp penis, drawing Lisa's attention. "You see a popsicle, a sweet and juicy popsicle, your favorite flavor. You want to suck on this popsicle, reach out and hold it, it won't freeze your hands."

Lisa reached for his penis, gripping it tightly, very tightly, almost too tightly...

"Oh, be gentle," Tommy said with difficulty. "If you squeeze the popsicle gently, sweet juice will flow out." "

Oh! My popsicle." When Lisa tasted the popsicle, a look of confusion immediately appeared on her face.

"Now, for the sake of the game, we'll call this popsicle 'cock,' understand? But you know it really is a popsicle."

"I'm holding your cock," Lisa murmured.

"Do you like sucking my cock?"

"Very much, I like cold and juicy cocks." She slowly took the glans into her mouth and began to suck on it.

"God!" That was the only thought that came to Tommy's mind.

"Mmm... Ugh... Mmm!" The girl made a strange sound in her throat, her warm, delicate tongue wrapping around the glans, just like when she sucked on an ice pop that day. Her soft, light pink lips gripped the tip of his penis again and again.

Tommy began to thrust his hips in and out with each suck, and when Lisa started licking, Tommy thrust even harder.

Suddenly, he felt all the heat in his body rush to his crotch.

"Ohhhhhh!" Tommy groaned loudly, "Oh! Uh!"

The pulse of orgasm shot from between his legs straight to the tip of his penis, and a stream of semen spurted towards the girl who was sucking.

Lisa happily snatched it and swallowed it, a taste of an imagined ice pop filling her with joy. She held the penis tightly, sucking hard, and Tommy, unable to bear the demand, trembled all over as if he had been electrocuted.

"You can stop sucking my penis now," Tommy gasped.

"But it tastes so good." Lisa pursed her lips and started sucking again.

Unexpectedly, this continuous contact made him hard again. Usually, when he masturbated while reading magazines, his penis would remain erect once it went soft.

"You can lick it a couple more times, and then you'll feel very thirsty and want me inside you."

"Oh! I don't... Well, yes, it would be very good to have you inside me!" she admitted.

Lisa's tongue licked the penis clean until she was sure she hadn't missed a single drop.

"Lie down," Tommy said. "Let me see how you masturbate."

Lisa lay on the carpet, limbs outstretched, staring dazedly at the eight-year-old boy before her.

Tommy felt his need rising again. He knelt between her legs, watching her fingers enter her vagina and tease her, while his other hand moved to one of her nipples, pinching and teasing the pink flesh.

Lisa tried to lick her own nipple and succeeded, taking the breast into her mouth and sucking.

"Oh!" she murmured, tilting her head back to rest for a moment before lowering it again to continue.

Tommy spread Lisa's legs wide, positioning himself on top of her. Lisa masturbated continuously, playing with her swollen, bright red labia, her movements becoming increasingly intense; her hips began to roll back and forth, swaying uncontrollably with obvious lust.

"Lisa, help me, help me get inside you." Tommy tried to place his penis outside her labia, but couldn't figure out where the actual entrance was.

Lisa reached out and grasped his penis, guiding the boy into her eager, erect vagina. Tommy's waist sank, sinking into a soft, wet opening, the tight, wet sensation incredibly pleasurable; if he hadn't already ejaculated in Lisa's mouth first, he probably would have ejaculated immediately.

Lisa thrust her hips forward, responding intensely, her movements so vigorous that Tommy felt like he was riding a wild, mad horse, nearly falling off several times.

"Oh! God, Tommy, I feel so hot, I, Tommy, fuck this filthy slut to death!"

Tommy happily complied.

Lisa moaned softly, her vagina already very wet, tightly gripping Tommy. He thrashed his body in response to the girl's movements, while Lisa's movements became increasingly wild and unrestrained.

"Oh, ahhh... Oh!" she screamed, an orgasm following closely behind, her clenched fists pounding the floor, then relaxing in pleasure.

Tommy could no longer resist, following Lisa's movements, enjoying the floating pleasure.

But now, the pleasure gradually returned to his body.

A burning sensation deep in his scrotum, the scalding seed of life shooting deep into the swaddling mother's body, the intense spasms as the semen shot out through his penis almost causing his muscles to spasm.

Exhausted, Tommy collapsed onto the limp Lisa, unable to get up.

Lisa gasped for breath, while Tommy, still immersed in the afterglow, almost didn't hear the click of the front door.

He glanced in surprise at the clock on the wall; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.

Why was Mom home now!

Tommy couldn't imagine what would happen if his mother saw them both at this hour.

"I might be hungry, but that damn octopus should be hanged!" a piercing, angry roar came from the front hall.

Tommy scrambled to his clothes, but Lisa was still lying there lazily, her arm covering her eyes.

She couldn't hear anything anymore.

Tommy grabbed his clothes quickly, but it was too late...

"Tommy! Lisa!" Mom screamed, "You brat, you'd better have a good explanation for what you're like now."

Mom's face was contorted with rage; she was clearly furious. Her eyes burned with fury, the sight before her far more infuriating than the humiliation she had suffered on their date earlier that day.

"You whore!" The mother rushed forward, slapped Lisa, and yelled, "I thought I could trust you and leave my son in your care, God, he's just an eight-year-old boy! How could you seduce him into doing this? And you, you little fool... Sex is a dangerous act, there are some things you'd better wait..."

Then, she saw her son's eyes.

Posted by: Anonymous
Title: Perverted Sister

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"Does my armpit smell?"
As soon as they entered the hotel room, Yoshiko raised her arm, which was peeking out from under her bucket shirt sleeve, and pressed her nose against her armpit. Caught off guard, Junichi didn't know how to answer. He was overjoyed at the unexpected good fortune of sleeping in the same room as Yoshiko that night.

Indeed, this could only be described as lucky. This trip to Okinawa was a pre-wedding trip for his older sister Yoshiko and her fiancé, Tatsuo Otani. Junichi had come along under the guise of being their parent's monitor, but in reality, they had just brought him along.

"I'll be too lonely to sleep alone in a double room," Yoshiko said as they entered the hotel room at Dream Beach, clearly trying to seduce Tatsuo.

Before their wedding, they had told their parents that Tatsuo and Junichi would share a room, and Yoshiko would sleep alone. But Yoshiko hadn't intended for this. Why should she sleep alone when she was in Okinawa with her fiancé? If she could convince her brother, they could enjoy a hot and sweet night together.

Junichi, already seventeen, certainly didn't want to be a boring third wheel. Hearing his sister's words, he was about to voluntarily switch rooms, but then something unexpected happened.

"That's true. Then, Junichi-kun, please share a room with your sister. It's better this way since we'll be separated soon." Tatsuo himself, swayed by the temptation, ruined the plan. Yoshiko and Junichi stared in astonishment, mouths agape, unsure how to respond. Was he a truly immature young master, or a rather skilled hypocrite? They looked at each other, bewildered.

"But...but...I..."

"Don't be polite. Yoshiko and I will be together forever. You being with her might be the last. For Yoshiko's sake, I'll ask you on her behalf."

Having said that, there was nothing more to say. Perhaps this was true love. Yoshiko could only believe Tatsuo's kindness and give up her desires. Junichi's situation was more complicated. He was originally going to give up his place, but unexpectedly, he had to share a room with his sister. Although confused, he was undeniably filled with joy and excitement.

For Junichi, Yoshiko was both near and far. Having a beautiful sister wasn't just something others envied; it was something painful and caused immense psychological pressure. Her voluptuous body, around twenty years old, often lingered before his eyes, exuding a sweet feminine scent. No wonder his longing made him stiff. A sweet, mature body that he could touch with his outstretched hand and smell with his nostrils was a forbidden body that he couldn't touch or smell. Therefore, his longing and admiration naturally grew stronger.

Perhaps not feeling like a woman around her younger brother, Fangzi was quite bold in exposing her body at home, especially showing off the curves of her womanly figure without any hesitation. Junichi's sister's purely feminine demeanor had become an object of his unbearable desire. Especially her full, rounded buttocks, a rarity among Eastern women, and the sweet and sour scent emanating from her slightly sweaty skin, were sources of irresistible feminine charm for Junichi. He could gaze at her with burning eyes without restraint, without fear of being discovered, intoxicated by her sweet scent. This desire, once thought impossible, was now unexpectedly likely to become a reality.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief upon entering the room, a surge of joy welling up inside him, he suddenly heard his sister say something like,

"Does my armpit smell?"

Junichi felt as if his wicked intentions had been seen through, and he was genuinely startled.

"It's sticky from sweat."

That was exactly the smell he had always longed for; how he wished he could press his nose against her sweaty armpits and let the scent wash over him. But his sister's words and actions almost made Junichi dizzy.

"How is it? Can you smell it? He occasionally glances at my armpits. Is it because it smells? How is it? Does it smell like sweat?"

It smells! Yes! It's such a beautiful, irresistible smell! Junichi wanted to shout and rub his nose against his sister's armpits.

"No, there's no sweaty smell!"

"Is that so? That's good! You can't smell these things yourself." After saying that, Yoshiko turned her back to Junichi and began to pull up the hem of her bucket shirt with both hands.

"I'm going to shower first, then change into my swimsuit. Junichi, you should change into your swim trunks while you're at it."

Junichi felt his heart clench, gripping his hardening member in his swim trunks and closing his eyes. Images of his sister's naked back and her naked body in the shower flashed through his mind.

"Ah... Sister..."

How he wished he could inhale his sister's scent to his heart's content, licking her entire body until it was covered in saliva. Thinking of this, a burning jealousy towards Otani Tatsuo ignited in Junichi's heart.

"Damn it! That guy!" His penis hardened even more.

Delusion, endless delusion, an insatiable fantasy about his sister's naked body. He could only catch glimpses of his sister's skin occasionally, only smell her scent when they brushed past each other. But Otani could smell and lick his sister directly. He could hear the shower through the door, and on the other side of the door, his sister's naked body was exposed. If he could, he would kick the door down and rush in, kissing his sister's entire body, pressing his burning member against her. But he couldn't do that, and he allowed Otani to do what he did. His resentment towards Otani and his desire for his sister burned like a fire, making his penis swell even more.

"What are you doing? You're not changed yet."

Seeing his sister emerge from the bathroom so quickly, Junichi couldn't help but widen his eyes. Her white dress-style swimsuit had an extreme slit that almost reached her waist, as if it would sink into her crotch. It was the kind of daring swimsuit you could see in photos or advertisements, but it was actually very rare to see one like that.

"I...I want to shower before..."

Junichi's lower abdomen ached with tension, and his throat was hoarse. He couldn't wear swim trunks in his current state.

"Sister, you and her go first, I'll catch up later."

"Oh, okay!"

Yoshiko looked slightly puzzled as she walked past Junichi toward the door. Her body, now cleansed of sweat and grease, no longer had the sweet and sour scent of her skin, only the fresh fragrance of soap. Junichi glanced at his older sister as she walked past, then turned his head as far as he could to chase her back—no, her buttocks. Her swimsuit, seemingly clinging precariously to her rounded buttocks, slowly sank into the swaying groove of her bottom as she walked. Even when Yoshiko tried to pull her buttocks out by her hands, it seemed as if her bottoms had a suction force, causing her crotch to sink further in.

"Excuse me, I have to go now."

Hearing the door close, Junichi sighed deeply. The thought that the swimsuit would sink even deeper once it got wet made Junichi's heart pound violently. At the same time, his penis swelled to an unbearable degree. Junichi pulled off his shorts and underwear simultaneously and ran into the bathroom.

"Junichi! Why are you looking at me with such lewd eyes! You've been staring at my buttocks the whole time!"

That night, Yoshiko couldn't sleep. She was probably quite drunk from the champagne and wine, but her body was burning hot and she couldn't sleep. It wasn't from the sun; it was a heat emanating from deep within her body. During their evening walk, Tatsuo asked for a kiss, but he didn't touch Yoshiko's burning body. Fangzi began to regret not having a room to herself; her younger brother slept in the bed next to her, making it impossible for her to masturbate. If she could masturbate, she could fall asleep easily and comfortably. This was the first time in her life she had experienced the frustration of wanting to masturbate but being unable to.

Fangzi knew the reason for her burning body was her swimsuit—the swimsuit that sank tightly into her buttocks with every step. Fangzi had long been aware of some perverse fetishes. She particularly enjoyed the sensation of something sinking into her crotch, especially rubbing against her anus. Even at night, she would secretly let the crotch of her panties sink into her buttocks under her skirt or jeans, enjoying that pleasure. At night, she would touch her burning anus with her fingers, indulging in the perverse pleasure of masturbation many times. It wasn't that she

didn't experience pleasure in the front; in fact, she was more sensitive than most people and could fully enjoy the sensation there. But when she touched the back, inserting her fingers into the small hole, she experienced an indescribable pleasure. I don't know when I developed this fetish, but since childhood I've felt that playing with the rear end is worse than the front and would get me scolded, but it also feels more attractive. The pleasure of deliberately holding back bowel movements and then finally letting them out. The indescribable sensation of secretly probing my anus with my fingers. And the guilt of smelling that finger. Undoubtedly, I've been immersed in this perverse pleasure since childhood.

Take tonight, for example. If my younger brother weren't in the next bed, I would definitely be soothing my burning anus with my fingers. Thinking about this makes me very angry at my brother for being there.

"What are you thinking, staring at my butt like that! You're a pervert, so disgusting!"

"I...I..."

"Junichi! I can't believe that a younger brother would look at his older sister's butt with such lewd eyes. Could it be...you want to masturbate while looking at my butt..."

Yoshiko blurted out something she hadn't intended to say in anger. But in that instant, an evil thought appeared in Yoshiko's mind.

"I'm...sorry...but I..." To Junichi,

the cute subtropical hottie

was as if his sister had hit the nail on the head, and he didn't know how to respond.

"But what? Is it because my butt is beautiful? Is that what you want to see my butt?"

Unexpectedly, Junichi looked at his sister tremblingly. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, his sister's eyes gleamed mischievously.

"So, do you want to see?" Her voice no longer held disgust, but instead carried a sweet, seductive tone.

Junichi still couldn't speak, his gaze earnestly affirming his choice.

"Okay, I'll let you see. After I get married, this will never happen again. Consider it a memory of our parting."

Yoshiko seemed to be explaining to herself, leaning down and lifting her nightgown. In the dim light, the small white bikini-style panties possessed an elegance only Yoshiko could have, highlighting her voluptuous, dynamic buttocks—only the word "seductive" could describe it. In the tense atmosphere, Junichi heard the sound of swallowing.

"You can take it off...you can touch it, because tonight is special."

Yoshiko whispered, then shyly rested her face on the pillow. If his sister hadn't leaned down, Junichi wouldn't have had the courage to approach her. Because, with only his underwear left on his lower body, there was no way to arouse his expectant penis.

Junichi knelt beside his sister's bed, his hands trembling as if afraid of being discovered, and gently placed them on the panties. Then he took a deep breath and used his other hand to pinch the waistband of the panties. Gently, like peeling off a thin layer of skin, he very gently turned the panties down.

You could see that her older sister's buttocks were tense too. Using her crotch area as a fulcrum, the small white cloth was completely flipped over, revealing her beautiful, full buttocks. At this moment, Junichi didn't have the courage to pull down her panties. Actually, this was enough. This was the buttocks of her older sister that she had dreamed about. The buttocks that appeared before her eyes now were more beautiful, more gorgeous, and more novel than she had imagined.

"How is it? Is my buttocks beautiful?"

"Sister! So beautiful!"

Before she could finish speaking, Junichi couldn't help but rub his face against his older sister's naked buttocks. He didn't care if he was scolded or kicked. He grabbed the flesh of her buttocks with his hands, touched the groove with his fingers, tasted the deliciousness of her skin with his tongue, and put his nose between her buttocks to smell the scent there.

Faced with this sudden change, Yoshiko was momentarily confused and her body tensed up, but at the same time, she found Junichi's sniffing of her buttocks like a puppy cute, and the lewd and sadistic feeling of her buttocks being played with began to give her an inexplicable sense of intoxication.

"Sister's butt smells so good, it has a sweet scent just like her armpits."

The sweet fragrance wafting from her sweaty buttocks sent Junichi's excitement soaring. Yoshiko, too, felt a mixture of shame and self-absorbed ecstasy at the smell of her own buttocks.

"Insert...fingers...into...my asshole!"

But she immediately realized it wasn't fingers on her buttocks, but warm, wet flesh. Yoshiko's entire body trembled with shock and a throbbing sensation.

"Ah...in that place!"

Junichi used both hands to spread her buttocks apart and licked her exposed anus repeatedly with his tongue. Of course, no one had taught him; Junichi was simply driven by instinct, finding the shyly clenched anus incredibly adorable, and couldn't resist licking it with his tongue.

"Ah...ah...mmm..." Yoshiko bit her lip, gripping the sheets tightly, intoxicated by the sweet throbbing sensation she was experiencing for the first time in her life.

"Ah...oh..."

Junichi's fingers slowly touched her saliva-soaked anus, and Yoshiko's entire body tensed involuntarily. A finger with joints slid into her lower body. She clearly felt the first joint enter, then the second. When the finger stopped, Yoshiko exhaled deeply. In that instant, an electric shock shot from her rectum straight to her back muscles, and Yoshiko's entire body arched as if electrocuted.

"Ah..." The inserted finger wasn't hers, it was her brother's. This thought caused a sweet numbness in her back muscles. With a finger inserted into her anus, her sister's whole body convulsed, her skin turning pink and sweating. Junichi could hardly believe such a strong reaction, and was also deeply moved.

Junichi left the finger in her anus, sticking out his tongue to taste the flesh of her buttocks, unconsciously rubbing his lower abdomen against the edge of the bed. Her panting, whimpering, the tension in her body, her distressed expression, and the gradually increasing sweet body odor—everything resonated with Junichi, pushing his excitement to its limit. Just as Yoshiko's body trembled with the inverted climax, Junichi's penis exploded inside his underwear.

To avoid disturbing his sister, who was completely exhausted, Junichi gently pulled out his finger and brought it to his nose. Though faint, the smell was unmistakably that of excrement. To Junichi, it wasn't unpleasant; he didn't perceive it as the smell of his sister's flesh, but rather as an arousing scent.

"No! You can't do this!" Seeing the smell of her excrement on Junichi's finger, Yoshiko blushed and frantically wiped it with toilet paper.

"It smells so good!"

"You bastard! You pervert!"

Seeing his sister covered in red, Junichi felt a firm conviction. If I'm a pervert, my sister is an even bigger one. For Yoshiko, tonight's actions might have been just a small fling, but for Junichi, it was pure arousal. Perhaps it was the intuition of blood relatives; Junichi, amidst Yoshiko's playful state, had already seen through his sister's hidden truth—she shared the same perverse blood as him.

As usual—no, because of the second day of the reversed game—his sister's attitude was even colder and more indifferent. But this only fueled Junichi's lust, filling him with confidence in the impending pleasure. He tried to maintain a cold demeanor, spending more time with that useless fiancé.

Junichi watched his sister, clad in a provocative swimsuit, displaying her sexy body as she played in the water, with a cool, detached desire. Indeed, that day, Yoshiko had deliberately made physical contact with her fiancé, Tatsuo, in front of Junichi, boldly teasing him and leaving him bewildered. But the more she did this, the more Junichi felt it was his sister's pathetic affectation, arousing a sadistic desire.

Now, Junichi felt his sister's body was nothing more than a feast for his own enjoyment. From head to toe, every gesture and movement existed to arouse his lust. No praise was needed; simply making him erect again and again was the best compliment.

Junichi left the beach before them, going alone to the streets to buy props for their encounter that night, props for indulging in the pleasure of his sister's body.

"We've finished eating, let's go too! We need to buy some local products to take back!" Yoshiko pleaded with Tatsuo.

"Yeah! Junichi-kun, do you want to come along?"

Tatsuo, unaware of Yoshiko's unease, invited Junichi to join them.

"No, I'm not going! You two go and enjoy the night view!"

Junichi's mocking smile made Yoshiko quickly look away. Junichi probably has some scheme in mind... Thinking this, Yoshiko felt a pang of heartache.

"Tatsuo, let's go! We were going to enjoy the Okinawan night!" Yoshiko urged Tatsuo, taking his arm as they walked out of the hotel restaurant.

His buttocks were almost spilling out of his shorts, and he wore sandal-style high heels; his silhouette was no less impressive than a Westerner's. In contrast, Tatsuo, with Yoshiko's arm around his shoulder and his head close to his, looked extremely embarrassed. Anyway, a man like that would never have the courage to engage in premarital sex. "Sister, go and come back soaking wet from your plump butt crack. I'll take care of the aftermath." Junichi muttered to himself as he watched the two figures disappear. Yoshiko,

clinging tightly to Tatsuo's arm, felt uneasy. Wearing only a tub-style top, the feeling of her breasts pressed against Tatsuo's arm was nothing compared to the burning, stimulating sensation of Junichi's gaze piercing her crotch. Trying to avoid his gaze by walking with her legs tightly pressed together only intensified the heat in her crotch. Junichi's sharp, persistent gaze pierced through her hot pants, fixated on her butt crack, never leaving her. Yoshiko had thought countless times to turn around and confirm if Junichi was following her. The wicked sensation of his gaze on her buttocks remained so intense; Yoshiko even felt dizzy.

"I want to see the sea, let's go to the beach." She couldn't possibly be in the mood to buy anything on the street, and to escape Junichi's gaze, Yoshiko also wanted Tatsuo to hold her tightly as soon as possible.

"But, we haven't bought any local products yet..." Tatsuo truly seemed like a little boy completely oblivious to women's feelings.

"No! We're going back to Tokyo tomorrow. Our dream, the beach at night... okay?"

Yoshiko was almost frantic. In the past, she tried her best to appear virtuous and gentle in front of Tatsuo, an elegant lady who wouldn't be ashamed to be a daughter-in-law of the Otani family. She didn't dislike Tatsuo, who had taken a liking to her, nor did she feel any resistance or pain in pretending to be a well-bred lady. But no matter what, she needed to relieve herself, like last night...

The beach was dark with no moon and starlight. Yoshiko seemed unable to hold back and hugged Tatsuo tightly, pressing her fragrant lips against his. Although Tatsuo hesitated a little, he still tried his best to accept Yoshiko's lips. Yesterday and today, by the second time, he would at least have learned to let their tongues intertwine. Smelling the sweet fragrance, feeling the soft breasts deformed against his chest, feeling the touch of a woman's body, he could also get an erection.

Looking at the little sister being penetrated by the big guy,

"Do you think I'm a lowly woman? Do you hate me?" Yoshiko hugged Tatsuo's neck with both hands, asking in a coquettish manner.

"How could I? How could I hate you?"

Actually, Tatsuo didn't have any ulterior motives regarding being lewd or disliked. He was simply confused and at a loss, given Yoshiko's more aggressive physical advances than before, and his lack of experience with women.

"Then, make love with me... right now, right here."

"What? But... in a place like this..."

Tatsuo knew, of course, that his erection was a demand for Yoshiko's body. However, on the beach where someone might pass by at any moment, he lacked confidence in completing his first sexual experience.

"How about we go back to the hotel? Sleep in my room tonight."

"Really? Really?"

Yoshiko kissed Tatsuo again, intoxicated by the hardness pressing against her lower abdomen.

"Back so early, sister!" Junichi's gaze seemed to be scrutinizing her body with a mocking look.

"Oh, yes! I've decided to sleep in his room tonight, to make him love me properly." Yoshiko tried to appear calm. Yesterday was just a game; she should be thanked, and there was no reason for her to be threatened, Yoshiko told herself, as she packed her clothes into her suitcase.

"Sister, that's impossible." A voice filled with intimidation, unlike anything she'd ever heard before.

"You have no right to order me around." Yoshiko's voice was tense and slightly hoarse.

"Is that so? I think a perverted brother is most suitable for a perverted sister."

Completely different from Junichi before yesterday. Had that one perverted game completely changed Junichi? Perhaps it should be said that the game became the catalyst that exposed Junichi's hidden nature.

"Anyway, call him and refuse. Tell him you're about to play a perverted game with your brother."

"I don't want to! Get out of my way!" Yoshiko, carrying her suitcase, tried to push away Junichi standing in the doorway.

But Junichi immediately pulled Yoshiko's hand away, and with his other hand, forcefully grabbed her breast from her tank top and twisted it menacingly.

"A perverted woman who's happy making her brother lick her asshole, how could she possibly be satisfied with ordinary sex? Sister is a born pervert; she loves being bullied like this." His grip on her breast tightened, his fingertips digging into her flesh through the tank top.

"No! That's not true! You're lying!" Fangzi dropped her suitcase, trying to pull Junichi's hand away, her face contorted in pain as she struggled.

"It's not nonsense. We're siblings of the same blood, so I know. See, you're starting to feel better, aren't you?" Junichi's fingertips, embedded in her breasts, trembled.

"It hurts! No! I'm going to call for help! I'm screaming!"

"You say things like that, but you know perfectly well you could never do it."

Junichi was absolutely right. It was too late for regrets. Fangzi herself had ignited Junichi's perverse lust. Thinking of this, all strength immediately drained from Fangzi's body. It's my fault, yes, I'm a perverted woman, the kind of woman most suited to be bullied and toyed with by my brother. She felt her body, which had been stiff with pain, slowly relax.

"Sister, look at the bed. I've prepared things you might like."

Fangzi weakly turned her head to look. On the bed were coiled ropes, clothespins, and a pen-shaped flashlight. Immediately realizing the purpose of these items, Yoshiko's body trembled violently, and her hands, which had been gripping Junichi's wrists, fell limply to her sides.

"Sister, you seem quite satisfied!" Junichi said, releasing his grip on her breasts, and Yoshiko slid down against the wall.

Now, all she could do was accept her fate, or rather, that's what Yoshiko told herself, being humiliated and toyed with by her own brother. She was being tortured all over with ropes, clothespins, and a pen-shaped flashlight. Yoshiko didn't want to admit that she had any anticipation for this cruel torture, so she used her entire body to portray a resigned situation, acting out a helpless act of being humiliated.

Junichi smiled, kneeling before Yoshiko, who was slumped against the wall, and using the clothespins to clamp her nipples from her bucket top.

"Ah!" The intense, stinging pain lasted only a moment, then melted into a feeling of self-intoxication.

"Well then, let's call that kid first." Junichi dialed the phone in Tatsuo's room next door and put the receiver to Yoshiko's ear.

"Hello! Who is this?" Junichi could also hear Tatsuo's excited voice, full of anticipation for his first time making love, coming through the phone.

"I... am Yoshiko." Junichi played with the clothespin clipped to her nipple with his other hand, the intense pain contorting Yoshiko's face.

"I'm sorry! I'm feeling a little unwell."

"What? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I just want to sleep. So... so... tonight is impossible, I'm sorry!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Well, that's fine too, before the wedding ceremony... for each other... that's fine too. I should be the one apologizing, so, rest." Tatsuo seemed oblivious. "

Goodnight!" Yoshiko hung up the phone, and Junichi immediately said, "That kid will definitely cry if he knows his sister is this kind of pervert."

Just a slight twist of the clothespin would make Yoshiko let out a soft cry. That expression was alluringly beautiful, naturally arousing Junichi's lust.

"Sister. Stand up, and then raise your hands."

Yoshiko closed her eyes and obeyed Junichi's first command. There was no escaping it now, and she had lied to Tatsuo as well. Thinking of this, she felt pathetic and tears streamed down her face. As Yoshiko raised her hands, Junichi pulled up the tub-shaped shirt with the clothespin still clipped to her nipple.

"Ah... ugh..." *Smack! Smack!* As the clothespin snapped off, Fangzi couldn't help but scream. Five distinct claw marks were left on her exposed breasts. As her turned-up shirt covered her face, Junichi pressed his nose against her exposed armpit.

"Wow! Such a strong smell, I can't stand my sister's body odor. It's the smell of a lustful woman, the smell of a promiscuous woman trying to seduce men!" Junichi pressed his nose tightly against her damp armpit, taking deep breaths, intoxicated by the provocative womanly scent.

"No! I'm embarrassed, please have mercy on me." Hearing Junichi's words, which were neither humiliation nor praise, Fangzi also felt a strange sense of intoxication. The body odor she cared about so much was now completely unmasked when smelled like this.

"This is a perverted smell, ah, I can't stand it, sweet and sour, it's a perverted smell."

With her shirt still covering her face, his tongue licking her armpit, and the stimulation of his words, Fangzi felt dizzy. Junichi's hands slid down Fangzi's body, unzipping her hot pants and pulling them down sharply. The hot pants and panties flipped up onto her thighs, revealing thick pubic hair. Her snow-white lower abdomen, untouched by the sun, contrasted sharply with the dark hair. Junichi's fingers inserted into the groin of her thighs, which were still clutching the panties.

"Oh! Sister, it's all wet here!"

Fangzi groaned, her face covered by her shirt. In her mind, she imagined herself with her hands raised, her face covered by her shirt, her panties pulled down, her breasts, stomach, and all her flesh exposed, looking pitiful.

"

Ugh! It stinks! Sister's pussy has a strong, perverted smell too!"

Junichi's nose pressed down from her pubic hair to her soft labia. Shame made Fangzi's whole body flush and sweat. Of course, she could have put her hands down and pushed her hateful brother away at any time, but she had already completely immersed herself in her brother's perverse lust and dirty words, and felt a strange sense of intoxication with her pitiful self.

"Sister." Junichi suddenly stood up, pulled up the shirt covering Fangzi's face, and whispered in her ear to Fangzi, who had a dazed expression, "Sister, do you want to be tied up?" Fangzi's heart trembled. Junichi was right; she was almost at her breaking point from this humiliation without being tied up. Her pitiful acting had reached its limit; she wished she could experience the pain of being tied up with ropes—that would be much more comfortable.

"Isn't it? I want to tie you up!" Junichi used his fingers to lift Fangzi's chin, which was bowed low, and Fangzi nodded slightly.

"Then take it off! Take off all the clothes that are in the way, so you're completely naked!"

Fangzi glanced at her brother's bulging, veiny member and her body trembled involuntarily. Under Junichi's hot and cruel gaze, Fangzi removed her shirt from her head, and her hot pants and briefs from her feet, revealing her naked body to her brother.

"Quick...hurry up and tie me up!" Completely naked and vulnerable, and constantly subjected to Junichi's humiliating gaze, Yoshiko felt distressed and couldn't help but say this, her face flushing even deeper.

"Hehe, you're such a pervert, sister! Okay! Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Yoshiko did as Junichi said, turning her back to him and overlapping her hands behind her back. Seeing her naked buttocks made them appear even more lewd and alluring, completely different from the healthy beauty she wore in her swimsuit during the day; her entire buttocks had become a sex organ solely for seducing men. Junichi deliberately rubbed his penis against her buttocks, first tying her hands, then binding her breasts two or three times.

"It hurts! Don't be so rough!"

But such pleas only fueled Junichi's lust. Her breasts were distorted in shape. After tying her arms and breasts, Junichi pushed Yoshiko onto the bed, making her lie on her back. This would make her nipples more prominent. He used clothespins to clip onto her nipples and pull them down, repeating this continuously, even rotating them left and right after clipping them.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts!" Fangzi writhed in agony.

"Sister, don't you like being bullied like this?"

The intense pain distorted Fangzi's face as she whimpered, yet she began to feel aroused by this abuse, evidenced by the sticky sweat and the increasing concentration of her sweet and sour body odor. Junichi, without a doubt, noticed this as well. After playing with her breasts to his heart's content, Junichi solemnly and slowly lifted Fangzi's legs, arching her body. Then he took out two ropes and tied her legs, which were almost touching her head, to the bed rails.

Fangzi's body was more flexible than most, thus completely opening her groin. For a woman, there was probably no more shameful position. Before he even touched her, Fangzi had already closed her eyes, panting with a pained expression.

"Sister, you look amazing like this, what a view! I can see your vagina and anus clearly!"

"Ah! No! Ahh..." Fangzi's whole body tensed up, and honey-like fluid flowed from her vulva.

Junichi picked up a pen-shaped flashlight, used his other hand to spread her labia, turned on the flashlight, and inserted it between her labia. Fangzi's body trembled, and the sticky liquid on the tip of the flashlight also produced a faint light, like a sea creature wriggling slightly.

"Ah...ah...no!" Fangzi's voice trembled with panting.

"Hehe, that's right! So you actually prefer your anus to this, right, you perverted sister?"

Junichi said, sliding the pen-shaped flashlight, which was covered in a lot of women's honey-like fluid, from her perineum towards her anus. One of Fangzi's legs was stretched straight. Junichi rubbed the chrysanthemum-shaped opening with his fingers, then inserted the pen-shaped flashlight into the small fleshy hole.

"Ahhh! No! I'm going to cum! Please, put it in, put your cock in there!"

Junichi couldn't help but reveal a smug smile. What kind of sister would be so bullied and humiliated by her own brother, only to have her lust burn even more fiercely and demand more torture?

"Okay, I know, I'll put my cock in this perverted woman's ass!" Junichi said, and immediately changed position, pressing down on Yoshiko's body.

"Sister, let's lick each other properly first."

Junichi lowered his abdomen onto Yoshiko's face, crawled down like a frog, and put his mouth on her vulva. At the same time, Yoshiko opened her mouth like a goldfish taking bait, taking her brother's glans into her mouth. Junichi desperately licked the anus that emitted a strong stench. When he used the tip of his tongue to put saliva on the anus, the small anus tightened and twitched slightly. These organs seemed to exist specifically to receive torture.

Under the intense sucking of his sister, Junichi almost made his penis explode in his sister's mouth, so he hurriedly raised his buttocks. After getting up, he looked again at his sister's naked body, bound and lying on the bed. Her hands were tied behind her back, her breasts were bound several times, her body was bent into a shrimp shape, and one leg was raised high above her head and tied to the bed. Faced with such shame, she showed an extremely pitiful posture, but still maintained a dazed expression, panting, twisting her body, her anus writhing in pursuit of the humiliation of anal penetration—a sight that could only be described as seductive.

Now he was going to enjoy a carnal feast with his sister, a frenzied feast. Junichi felt very moved, and then pressed down on his sister's body. His sister's legs straightened, and her whole body began to tense up. Their saliva-covered penises rubbed together against each other's anuses.

"Ugh..." Junichi gripped his own penis, groaning as he thrust into his lower body. Yoshiko's whole body trembled, her breathing stopped, and a painful expression appeared on her face.

"Ugh...ugh..." He felt a squelching sound as the glans of his penis pierced his sister's anus. Junichi supported his body with both hands and thrust desperately.

"Ah..." A sharp cry escaped Yoshiko's throat. A burning pain shot from his buttocks to the top of his head.

Junichi's penis, experiencing a pleasurable sensation as if it were about to break, groaned involuntarily. His brow furrowed, his head shook, and he let out intermittent moans from his open mouth; his sister's bewildered state was both pitiful and beautiful. Junichi couldn't move; the slightest movement would shatter the delicate balance of pain and pleasure, and his sister's body would crumble with a scream.

The pulsation of his rectum and the contractions of his penis merged into one, causing both bodies to pulsate in unison. Sweat poured from his body, intensifying the sweet and sour scent, fueling his lust. Junichi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and reveled in the womanly scent that only his sister could possess. The climax arrived suddenly. His penis was gripped tightly by the narrow vaginal opening; something hot surged up within the tight flesh. Feeling this, Junichi's blood boiled, rushing downwards, his entire body pulsating and spasming.

"Ouch! Ah... Ugh... Ugh..."

The moment Junichi's contractions reached deep into Yoshiko's body, a hoarse cry escaped her lips, and Yoshiko's body stiffened as if in a spasm. The bed railings binding her feet creaked. Junichi, having vomited everything, tried to lift his lower body.

"It hurts!" His not-yet-completely-shrunken penis couldn't be pulled out of the tight vaginal opening. Junichi could only press his weight onto Yoshiko, waiting for time to pass.

"Wow! It's covered in my sister's poop!"

As his shrunken penis emerged from her anus, even though only a tiny bit of his sister's excrement was on the tip, it was a cruel statement to Yoshiko, who was still enjoying the sweet afterglow of the flesh. Her body tensed involuntarily, and she couldn't help but clench her teeth.

"Sister has to wash me clean. You did this."

Yoshiko felt uneasy and confused when Junichi untied the ropes binding her feet. Even when you're allowed to lie freely on the bed with your body stretched out, your numb lower body doesn't feel like your own.

"Ah! No!" It turned out that Junichi had pulled up her chin with his hand and rubbed his penis, which had been inserted into her anus and was covered in excrement, against her nose.

"No...no!" Apart from the smell of semen, the smell of excrement was unmistakable.

"Hurry up and lick it clean! Sister, it's your own stuff, it won't be dirty."

With her nose pinched, she had no choice but to open her mouth. Even if she shook her head desperately, her penis could still be easily inserted. Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes; there was no other way. Fangzi didn't even have time to wallow in her sorrow; as if resigned to her fate, she began sucking on the penis stained with her own excrement, not even knowing what it tasted like, only feeling uncleanliness.

"I can't take it anymore...please spare me!" Unable to hold back her nausea, Fangzi spat out Junichi's penis.

"Okay, it seems clean now." Junichi said, leaving Fangzi's body.

"Please, let me rinse my mouth." Because of the intense feeling of filth, she couldn't swallow the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, which dripped from the corners of her mouth.

"Yes! Sister!" Junichi picked up Fangzi, holding her almost unable to walk, and led her to the bathroom, her hands still tied behind her back.

The little sister displayed her private parts without reservation .

"Come on, please."

He turned on the faucet at the sink, but he just stood there, ignoring everything. Fangzi had no choice but to put her face under the faucet herself. The force of the water made her choke; not only her face, but her hair was also soaked. Junichi had gone mad, exceeding the bounds of the game, and Yoshiko trembled with fear.

"Now it's my turn!"

"Please, spare me! No more..."

"Yes, I understand, sister! I'll let you go after I clean your anus."

Junichi picked up the limp Yoshiko and made her kneel in front of the bathtub. Then he made her bend over, raising her buttocks. Yoshiko felt all the blood rushing to her head, and she felt dizzy. But she didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone resist.

"Open your anus properly and wash it clean with the shower water." Junichi's white, sticky fluid flowed from her raised buttocks.

"I'm going to start washing!"

One second... two seconds... three seconds... Warm liquid was poured onto her tense, contracted anus. It wasn't the shower water! When she instinctively knew what that sticky substance was, she reflexively felt a chill run down her spine and goosebumps rose.

"Ah..."

"A shower is a shower, but a golden shower!" A gush of urine shot out and hit her clenched anus.

"No! No..." Yoshiko shook her head desperately, trying to lift her body, but she had no strength.

The stinging pain in her anus, the sensation of the fluid spreading from her anus down her back, made every hair on her body stand on end. Madness! Junichi has gone mad! Junichi's urine flowed from her back down her neck, then into her hair. Overwhelmed by extreme uncleanliness and disgust, Yoshiko almost fainted. But at that moment, a strange, intuitive pleasure arose in Yoshiko's heart.

Yoshiko desperately tried to suppress that unbelievable, yet unacceptable, sweet tremor. Her back muscles trembled, but Yoshiko knew it was a mixture of disgust and pleasure. Perverted woman! Ah! You are a perverted woman!

The sound of Junichi's urine hitting her anus wasn't just Junichi's; it was undoubtedly Yoshiko's as well.

Synopsis:

Wang Fang, a female college student, has had an incestuous relationship with her father since she was 13. During a long-awaited, private, and illicit encounter, her father reveals his incestuous relationship with Wang Fang's aunt (her father's sister). Curious, Wang Fang takes the opportunity to stay temporarily at her aunt's house in another city. During an encounter with her cousin, she develops a mother-son relationship with her aunt and cousin. Her mother's hospitalization forces her to rush home from her illicit affair. While at the hospital, she has an affair with Dr. Ye and also becomes friends with Dr. Ye's lover, Nurse Liu. Liu takes her home, and during their charade, a young man climbs into their bed. It turns out Liu already has a relationship with her brother. Her mother dies, and her father, taking advantage of Wang Fang's playfulness, has taken advantage of her two younger sisters. To prevent her father from going too far with her sisters, she enlists her aunt to continue her father's affair. During an incestuous encounter with classmates, she meets Tian Lei, her class monitor. After graduation, the monitor proposes to her. She told her everything about her family. The class monitor, however, told her that he also had an affair with her mother, and that as long as they didn't interfere with each other, they could live in peace. After marriage, the two were very loving. Only after giving birth to her daughter did she resume her intimacy with her father and cousin. When her daughter was eight, she suddenly saw her daughter and husband playing sexual games, and she felt history was repeating itself.

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Chapter One: Deep Father-Daughter Bond

Section One:

Household Chores Wang Fang rushed home as soon as class ended. Her classmates were no longer surprised; she was always like this, never staying at school a minute longer on weekends. They were used to it and assumed that Wang Fang had a lot of housework waiting for her. Wang Fang's family wasn't wealthy. In fact, Wang Fang did have a housework waiting for her for a week, and she was eager to do it.

Feeling nervous as she approached home, her heart was already pounding even before she took out her keys. She had known what awaited her behind the door for almost six years, yet each time she faced it, she still felt a surge of excitement.

The moment she opened the door, she saw those eyes, burning with a thirst that seemed to spit fire, yet brimming with tender affection, eyes that had been fixed on her for perhaps seventeen years. She felt her eyes could no longer leave those eyes, even though they felt as if they had stripped her bare.

She composed herself and closed the door behind her. Turning around, she was pulled into a broad embrace. During their deep kiss, she could feel his eagerness, as rapid as his breath. They went into her room without a word.

The curtains were drawn, and the bed was made with new sheets.

She smiled back, put down her bag, and began unbuttoning the first button. He knelt down instinctively to loosen her belt and slowly pulled down her trousers.

She stopped, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of his hands moving slowly down her body, from her waist to her hips, thighs, and ankles. In early spring, she had several pairs of trousers. She felt the stimulation of his hands gradually moving from the outside in, touching her body. When

the last pair of underwear reached her ankles, she immediately took off her top. Just as she threw off her bra, he, naked, tossed her onto the bed. The moment their bodies touched, he tenderly opened her tongue, his tongue gently exploring and swirling inside her mouth. His hands also gently caressed her cheeks.

As his mouth moved downwards, sucking, she began to moan softly. Her small, round breasts hardened under his gentle nibbling and caressing, and her cheeks flushed.

As her lower abdomen warmed, her genitals became moist. His tongue repeatedly licked her navel, and her moans grew louder. Her snow-white, delicate body writhed slightly, her legs wriggling restlessly between his, as if yearning for his growing member.

Finally, her jade-like legs were parted, and the sweet fragrance of a young girl burst forth. With the skillful movement of his tongue, a clear, honeyed fluid welled up from her hidden place. She looked up as he lifted her legs and straightened her body, feeling a little dizzy. Ah! That magnificent thing was approaching her. She watched and felt it, her body being filled inch by inch, her mind and soul occupied by pleasure.

Once completely filled, he regained his wildness, violently pounding into her body, thrusting in and out relentlessly. Her breasts deformed under the kneading of his large hands. She felt as if she were a reef on the shore being battered by waves of pleasure, each higher than the last. Her moans, along with his panting, grew louder and louder…

Finally, the waves slowed. She had just let out a long breath when he regained his gentleness, stretching out and kneeling before her, taking her right breast in his mouth and gently suckling. She enjoyed this "dessert after dinner," feeling his warmth and affection for her, and her heart was filled with love for this man.

As she pondered, a strange thought suddenly occurred to her, and she couldn't help but chuckle. From the moment they entered until the end, neither of them uttered a sound, simply enjoying each other's company.

This time, he broke the silence:

"What happy thing have you thought of? Tell me quickly and make Daddy happy too."

Wang Fang glanced sideways at her father, who was lying on her breast, and said with a smile: "We women have always breastfed our sons. Now, isn't the person who is drinking my milk also my son?"

"Great! You laugh at me for being your son when I drink your milk. Good Daddy will also feed you Daddy's milk, restoring our father-daughter relationship." After saying that, he put his nipple to his daughter's mouth.

She dodged and laughed:

"Your breasts are too small, I won't suckle."

"Okay! Here's a big one for you." Immediately, the jade pillar that drove her mad was put into her mouth. The two of them fell silent. With one hand, she held the penis, sucking on the glans that almost filled her small mouth, while the other hand cupped the scrotum, her index finger gently stroking near his anus. This time, he let out a series of groans.

"Come on, my good girl, stick your ass up." He withdrew his virile penis, turned his daughter's lithe body over, caressed her delicate buttocks, then parted her tender thighs, once again taking possession of her body and soul...

After putting his clothes back on, he gently stroked his daughter's cheek: "Are you happy?"

"I wish every day could be like this." A hint of resentment flashed in Wang Fang's eyes. Wang Hao also sighed.

"If only we weren't father and daughter!"

The large breasts swayed.

"Silly daughter, if we weren't father and daughter, would we still have this happiness today?"

"Now, it's only once a week. I wish I didn't go to university."

"I think once a week is not bad."

"Ah, Dad, you don't love me anymore, and you've even gotten involved with the sisters?" Wang Fang was a little anxious.

"Silly daughter, how could Daddy not love you?! Daddy meant once a week is like a honeymoon, right? Besides, the process of wanting you and finally getting you is the most wonderful thing, isn't it?"

She then turned her playful reproach into joy and kissed her father.

"Daddy, do you know what my classmates said about me rushing home so early on the weekend?"

"They all thought I was like a child bride, with lots of housework to do."

Daddy laughed heartily: "Good daughter, sleeping with Daddy is also housework!"

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Section Two: Silence Speaks Louder Than Words After

getting dressed, the two of them really started doing housework. Before dinner, the two younger sisters and their mother returned home separately. Their mother was still the same as always, melancholy and listless. Apart from talking to the sisters, she barely spoke to their father except for essential conversations. This had always been the case between their parents since childhood. She pondered to herself,

"Perhaps this is why Dad and I had an incestuous relationship. Dad wanted genuine female care."

Although she had learned of her incestuous relationship with her father since childhood when she first entered university, she was indeed somewhat upset. That day, she deliberately came home very late. Her sisters were already home when she arrived.

Her father didn't scold her. He could tell that something was on her mind. When the two of them were alone in the kitchen, her father gently asked,

"Are there any boys pursuing you?"

She didn't answer.

"If there are good boys, don't miss them. Don't worry about Dad. Dad will be happy for you."

She said with tears in her eyes,

"What exactly is our relationship?"

"Don't overthink it! Just know that Dad loves you the most, that's enough. I'll be waiting for you in the bathroom at midnight tonight."

That night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. As midnight approached, she repeatedly warned herself,

"I can't go to the bathroom. If I do it again, I'll be doomed."

But the itching between her legs grew stronger and stronger. Two voices battled fiercely within her.

One said, "Don't go! It's incest, people will condemn you!"

The other said, "What's there to be afraid of if no one knows? It feels so good to be with Daddy, the feeling of Daddy's penis inside me is so wonderful."

Unconsciously, she inserted her fingers into her vagina, gently rubbing them, and letting out soft moans.

It was almost midnight, and she finally couldn't resist the stirring in her vagina. Wearing only her bare underwear, she went to the bathroom.

She sat on the toilet, lost in thought, when the bathroom door opened, and a strong figure flashed in. Seeing her sitting inside, her father didn't say anything, only opening his arms to wait for her. She felt the blood rush to her head, to her entire body. She lunged forward, tightly embracing her father's body,

her lips pressed against his. Her father kissed her while stroking her delicate body with both hands. She released her lips, pressed her face against her father's, and pressed her body tightly together. She could clearly feel a hot, hard penis clamped between her and her father's bodies right in her lower abdomen. She gently moved her body back and forth, and could feel her father's penis growing bigger and bigger as she rubbed it. Her vagina was now so wet it was about to drip.

Her father's hand slipped inside her thin t-shirt and moved up her smooth back. At where she usually fastened her bra, his hand missed. She could feel her father pause for a moment, then he bit her earlobe, and his other hand squeezed her buttocks hard inside her panties.

She twisted her body again, teasing her father's penis until it grew even thicker, and then enjoyed his invasion of her buttocks. Her buttocks were spread apart. No matter which side her father rubbed, a finger was rubbing against her anus. After a while, her father's hand moved deeper into the crevice between her buttocks. Her father's hand entered a watery paradise, a gentle trap in the dense jungle swallowing his three fingers. There seemed to be a suction force within her vagina, yearning for deeper and more powerful penetration. With each turn of her fingers, she let out a soft moan. Gradually, both of them began to succumb.

The father withdrew his fingers from his daughter's vagina and turned her over. The daughter immediately and obediently bent over, lying face down on the edge of the bathtub, raising her buttocks high and pulling down her panties, offering her white buttocks, still dazzling in the darkness, to her father.

The father leaned down, first pulling his daughter's t-shirt up to her shoulders, revealing her two full breasts, then skillfully inserting his already 20-centimeter-long erect penis into his daughter's long-awaited flower garden. The hard penis thrust rapidly in and out of the girl's tight vagina, pounding against her uterus in waves. She tried hard not to cry out, but the pleasure from the rubbing inside her vagina and on her breasts excited her, making her tremble uncontrollably.

This trembling brought even greater stimulation to the father, whose hands tightly gripped his daughter's breasts, his penis still firmly inserted into her genitals. He released his grip on her breast, straightened up, and embraced his daughter's slender waist, allowing his penis to penetrate her vagina more deeply.

After a while, he withdrew his penis and sat on the toilet. His daughter obediently parted her legs, allowing her father's penis to enter her vagina once more. The father held his daughter's waist, took her erect nipple into his mouth, and used his other hand to play with her buttocks. His daughter began to move her buttocks up and down. His body stiffened, his buttocks rising in response to his daughter's movements. One finger of the hand that was touching her buttocks was inserted into her small anus and moved in and out.

When he felt he was about to ejaculate, he lifted his daughter's buttocks, withdrawing his penis from her vagina, leaving a thick stream of white semen on her lower abdomen.

After wiping away the filth, they returned to their rooms without uttering a word.

But since that silent act of lovemaking, Wang Fang had made up her mind to continue her incestuous relationship with her father. The sensation was too wonderful. She told herself,

"I'm probably a lewd woman. But I love sex, and I love incest even more. Not only my father, but if I had other male relatives, I would sleep with them too. Unfortunately, I don't."

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Chapter 3 Childhood Sweethearts

Actually, the incestuous relationship with her father began when Wang Fang was eight years old. Her father, Wang Hao, was a school teacher, and her mother was a hospital nurse. Her father was lazy; besides teaching, he spent his days at home reading, doing housework, and tending to his plants. Wang Fang and her sisters loved playing with their father but were afraid of their mother, who always had a stern face. However, their mother was either at work or sleeping at home because of a night shift, and rarely had time to connect with her daughters.

Wang Fang was in elementary school at the time, and her two younger sisters were still in kindergarten. Wang Fang often pestered her father to tutor her. Her father would then hold her in his arms and teach her. She only knew that her father loved her very much, always kissing her little cheeks and hugging her little body. Sometimes when she made a mistake, her father would jokingly pull down her pants and give her round little bottom a couple of slaps. But she wasn't afraid. Because her father's slaps were never as hard as her mother's; it was more like patting her little bottom.

After slapping her bottom, her father would stroke it and ask her, "Does it hurt?"

Seeing her sisters finding their own sources of pleasure,

she would always whine,

"Daddy, touch me, my bottom hurts so much," wanting her father to continue massaging her little bottom.

At this time, her father would make her stick her little bottom out and pull her pants down to her knees. She would always excitedly pull her pants down to her ankles and stick her bottom up high to receive her father's caresses. In little Wang Fang's eyes, her father's hands were like magic hands: they would move lightly and heavily over her bottom, always making her feel very comfortable.

Sometimes her father would forcefully spread her bottom apart and lick her little anus with his tongue. At this time, Wang Fang's bottom hurt and her anus itched. She giggled and dodged her father's mischievous hands and tongue.

Her father would then hug her tightly, rubbing his hairpin against her tender little bottom and laughing happily. Then he would hold her close, kissing her face and rubbing her body.

Whenever it was just the two of them at home, her father would play this "spanking" game with her.

Although her father didn't tell her not to tell anyone, she had never seen her father play this game with her sisters, so in her little heart, she considered it her father's little secret.

Every few days, she would get involved with her father and let him touch her little bottom, then her chest and back, because they were itchy! Sometimes her father would even touch her genitals. But at that time, she only felt that her father's touch there would hurt. However, later she would also let her father touch that area.

The first time was when she was in the first year of junior high school.

She remembered that it was a Wednesday in May, the school had a power outage, so the students had to have a long holiday. Wang Fang was very happy. Because Mom was at work today, my younger sister wouldn't be home until 5 pm. It was a rare opportunity to spend time alone with Dad. As Wang Fang grew older, she didn't tire of their little games with Dad; in fact, she enjoyed them more and more. When she got home, it wasn't lunchtime yet, and Dad was happily sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

"Dad, I'm home!"

her father exclaimed in surprise. "Why are you home so early? Did you skip school?"

Wang Fang pouted. "I wouldn't skip school! The school had a power outage. All the other students went out to play in groups. I kindly came home to keep you company, wanting to give you a surprise. Instead of being happy, you wrongly accused me!" Tears welled up in her eyes.

The father quickly hugged her tightly: "My darling daughter, Daddy was just worried about you. I'm so happy to see you back!"

Wang Fang immediately stopped crying and smiled: "Daddy, you wronged me today! I want you to make it up to me."

Kissing his daughter's cheek, the father generously agreed: "Okay, what do you want Daddy to buy you today? Candy or chocolate?"

"No, I want Daddy!"

"How will Daddy give it to you?" The father probably guessed what she wanted and asked with a smile.

"I want...I want...to spank Daddy's...butt..." She was so shy that she couldn't finish her sentence.

"Good daughter, you want to spank Daddy's bottom!"

The father laughed and gave her bottom a hard pinch. Since her father had already brought it up, she swallowed her pride and said,

"Good Daddy, I did something wrong, so you have to spank me. You did something wrong, so can't you just let me spank you? At worst, I'll let you play with my bottom a little more today! Okay?! Daddy, please let me have my way..."

She snuggled into her father's arms, acting all cute and spoiled. She was probably nearing puberty, and this girl was beginning to have a vague sense of sex. Spanking her father was just an excuse; her real interest in men's bodies and her desire to see them was what truly mattered. However, she was still young and couldn't bring herself to say it. In truth, she couldn't even explain what she was really thinking.

Having blurted out this "improper" request, her heart was pounding, both afraid that her father would refuse and afraid that he would agree.

The father's heart skipped a beat. He thought,

"My daughter's heart is fluttering. If this continues..."

He dared not think any further, but a long-dormant desire urged him on like a demon:

"This is such a good opportunity, don't miss it, please, please..."

He licked his lips, dry from nervousness, and tried to speak in a light tone, trying to control his surging emotions:

"Okay...okay...Daddy can agree, but...but...you have to agree to one condition..." He hesitated.

"What condition? I'll agree to anything."

The girl was just as nervous, but it was the anxiety of getting what she desperately wanted, something she knew she shouldn't have.

The father, now calm, was replaced by greed:

"Before Daddy spanks you, you have to take off all your clothes so Daddy can have some fun with you."

Being naked in front of others wasn't good, but what did it matter in front of her own father? The girl answered with her actions. Watching his daughter excitedly undress, his thoughts seemed to drift back to the distant past—that girl, the girl who looked so much like his daughter, almost the same age, who, like his daughter now, always took off her pants before her shirt… He couldn't bear to think any further; his erection was pressing against his daughter's buttocks.

"Daddy, what's that in your pants? It's so hard!"

His daughter lifted her buttocks and pulled her underwear down to her feet. The little girl's buttocks seemed to have grown larger, rounder, and whiter; the cleft between her thighs was no longer just white, but a faint red line exuded a scent unique to little girls. The father was familiar with this scent, not only between Wang Fang's thighs, but also in a past…

The memories only intensified his lust. Seeing his daughter's shirt leaving her body, a flawless jade appearing before his eyes, he simply couldn't resist. But his identity as a father and his last shred of reason reminded him not to be rough with his daughter.

The daughter slowly turned around, clearly very shy, as it was the first time she had been naked outside the bathroom. In the past, her games with her father had only involved exposing her buttocks. She bit her lip, not daring to look at her father, her voice barely a whisper:

"Daddy, I'm done."

He reached out and embraced his daughter's slender waist, carefully examining her delicate body. Her face flushed crimson, her eyelids slightly closed, trembling nervously; her nipples were noticeably growing larger, though the areolas remained a tender pink; below her round navel, her flat stomach led directly to her alluring triangle; there was still no hair there, a thin slit revealing the inside.

"Daddy, don't look at me like that. I'm embarrassed." Her shyness only fueled his desire; the father pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her lips. Her eyes widened; she had never experienced anything like this before. She frantically tried to cope with her father's tongue darting around in her mouth, but a sweet sensation she had never experienced before made her completely forget that his hands were frantically kneading her breasts and the forbidden area between her legs. After their lips parted, her father looked at her with a satisfied smile. She looked at him with hazy eyes, uttering words that drove him wild:

"Daddy, what's wrong with me? I feel so strange..."

"My good daughter, is Daddy making you feel good?"

Her father's fingers pinched her nipples, his palm kneading her small breasts.

"It feels good here, but it's where I pee, Daddy, you're making me feel so uncomfortable."

"Is it itchy inside?"

her father asked mischievously, his hand brazenly parting her two never-before-opened doors, reaching inside to tease her clitoris.

The little girl displayed her private parts without reservation .

"It's so itchy inside, ahh...it hurts so much..." Her body writhed incessantly, adding to the lewd atmosphere in the room. The father couldn't resist any longer.

"My dear daughter, come to your bed."

He carried the girl's petite body, limp as mud, to her bed next door. He placed her on the bed and began to undress. The daughter looked at her father with hazy eyes:

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

"Daddy's taking off my clothes to spank you."

Suddenly, the daughter noticed something erect between her father's legs. She curiously reached out:

"Daddy, this is strange. It has something extra compared to other girls. Can I touch it?"

"Of course you can. What's on Daddy's body is what's on your daughter's body. And what's on your daughter's body is Daddy's body, isn't it?"

The father held the thing up to her face, affectionately stroking her hair. She grasped it and played with it carefully, even pressing it against her face.

"It's so hot! Daddy's thing is so fun. I was born from Daddy, everything on my body belongs to Daddy."

She said, pulling back and forth on her father's foreskin.

"It's so fun, I want to kiss it."

She then brought her lips to it. The father closed his eyes comfortably, struggling to hold back his ejaculation lest he ruin everything. He told himself,

"It's been over ten years since I've tasted pleasure in my mouth. Only family would react like this."

Suppressing the urge to ejaculate, the father forcefully pulled his penis out of his daughter's mouth.

"My dear daughter, shall I teach you a pleasurable game?"

The girl, having just experienced unprecedented stimulation, nodded excitedly.

The father laid his daughter's upper body across the bed, lifted her buttocks, and instructed her to spread her legs, exposing her private area between her thighs. The daughter complied shyly, but the immediate stimulation made her moan involuntarily. It turned out that the father had inserted his tongue into her anus and genitals, licking back and forth. Then, he used the tip of his tongue to part her smooth, white labia and suck at the small opening. For the first time, the girl's juices flowed from there.

The girl cried out in panic,

"Daddy, I can't take it anymore, I think I need to pee..."

The father felt the time had come.

"Don't be afraid, if you really need to pee, Daddy will give it to you to drink. How does it feel?"

The daughter said in a daze,

"Daddy, I...I...it's so itchy inside, it feels like I need to pee, but it doesn't feel like it." "

Come on, Daddy will teach you a more fun game, which can also relieve your itch. But I don't know if my good daughter is brave."

"Will it hurt?" The daughter looked both eager and scared.

"It will hurt a little at first. But it will feel very comfortable after a while. You will definitely want it every day in the future."

As he spoke, the father gently rubbed his fingers inside his daughter's vagina to make more nectar to relieve his daughter's pain during her first intercourse. The daughter looked hesitant, but still asked her father longingly,

"How do I do it?"

"Use this thing that Daddy uses to pee, and insert it into my good daughter's pee place." As he spoke, the father lowered his daughter's buttocks, but still let his daughter hold his thighs. Then he parted his daughter's labia with both hands and placed his penis on top of them.

"I'm scared..." the daughter was still a little frightened.

"Don't be afraid, Daddy won't hurt you."

Trusting her father, the daughter nodded, closed her eyes, and waited for the unknown to come. The father lowered his head first and bit one of his daughter's nipples. In the moment when the daughter was distracted, he thrust his penis inside.

"Ah!" the girl cried out, and after a moment of pain, she felt something inside her. Before she could even beg for mercy, she felt her father's attacks coming wave after wave. His penis kept thrusting in and out of his daughter's tight vagina, giving the father a double thrill. On one hand, the little girl's vagina warmly surrounded his penis, squeezing it tightly, a feeling that was many times more comfortable than thrusting into her mother's wide and wet hole.

On the other hand, the feeling of thrusting into his own daughter's hole made him even more excited. It was the body he had created, the one he was now thrusting into, twelve years ago, who had shot the seed of her life into her mother's hole, just like today, creating her. Today, he was enjoying a part of his own body.

After the initial excitement subsided, the father began to seriously savor the sensation of his thrusting. His movements became gentle, as if afraid of breaking the mucous membrane inside his daughter's tender little hole. The daughter's initial cries of pain disappeared, replaced by bursts of rapid moans.

'My daughter is starting to enjoy it,' the father thought as he thrust. 'Her moans are so soft, just like her aunt's, so proper.'

He kept comparing his daughter to the hidden pain in his heart, arousing his stronger desire. He began to thrust and withdraw forcefully again, and his daughter's moans grew louder.

Finally, he ejaculated a stream of hot semen into his daughter's little hole. When his penis softened, it was still locked inside his daughter's tight little hole. He rolled over, turning his daughter onto him. His daughter seemed to have gone limp, her eyes tightly closed, but her face showed a satisfied expression. He patted his daughter's bottom and asked,

"My dear daughter, Daddy didn't lie to you, did he?"

His daughter kept her eyes closed but nodded firmly.

"Do you want more later?"

She nodded again.

Her delicate face pressed against her father's cheek, her small breasts against his broad chest, and the sensations of his waist and round bottom returning to him filled him with excitement. With her eyes still closed, she said,

"Daddy, yours has gotten bigger again."

He hugged his daughter, thrusting his hips a few times, eliciting another comfortable moan from her. Just as he was about to resume, he hesitated, fearing that his daughter's delicate body might not be able to withstand the onslaught of passion. So, the considerate father withdrew from his daughter's body with a "plop," then picked her up:

"Come on, Daddy will teach you another game. See if you can soften Daddy's thing with your mouth."

From then on, the father and daughter would engage in this joyful game whenever no one was home. (

Look at the lewd behavior of other people's wives cheating on their husbands.)

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Section Four: No Taboos

On Wednesday afternoon, Wang Fang suddenly received a call from her mother, telling her that her grandmother in the countryside had passed away, and her two younger sisters were going with their mother to attend the funeral and visit their grandmother's hometown. She was asked if she wanted to go. A

sudden thought struck her. She made an excuse about taking the high school entrance exam and said she wouldn't go, but she would definitely go home to help with the funeral arrangements.

That evening, after seeing her mother and sisters off on the boat, she turned to look at her father and immediately saw that familiar lustful fire in his eyes. The two left the dock in silence and got into a taxi.

They didn't speak a word the entire way, didn't look at each other, and didn't even touch hands, yet both could feel a burning passion emanating from the other.

As soon as they entered the house, the father embraced his daughter, kissing her passionately as he undressed her.

Seeing that her father was about to enter her in the hallway, Wang Fang, though also burning with desire, resisted:

"No...no..."

"Good daughter...good girl...Daddy wants it so much...don't you want it?"

"Dad...let's go to the bed...okay...okay..."

Clothes were scattered on the floor between the front door and the bedroom...

The father parted her legs, which were already overflowing with fluid.

The daughter arched her back, spreading her legs wide, revealing her vulva, welcoming her father's arrival.

The father knelt between her legs, wrapped her legs around his waist, and then forcefully thrust into her.

The jade stem moved back and forth inside the daughter's body like a piston, her buttocks thrusting with each stroke. Love fluid flowed continuously from her vagina, lubricating the father's penis, making it thicker and smoother as it moved back and forth in her "paradise."

After thrusting for an unknown amount of time, the father lifted his daughter's thighs and placed them on his shoulders. Her lower body was raised high off the bed, and the jade stem in her flower chamber made a "squeaking" sound as it withdrew.

At first, Wang Fang suppressed her moans, just like when she used to have sex with her father. But now, she couldn't hold back anymore and cried out loudly,

"Ah...ah...yes...ah...here...good...good, ah..."

Her father no longer used the gentle rhythm of their past lovemaking, thrusting his penis deep into his daughter's depths with relentless force...as if to end the years of unfulfilled passion they hadn't shared...

Just then, the daughter felt her father's penis stop. She murmured,

"Dad...why did you stop? Did you...come? I want more..."

Her father didn't answer, grabbing his daughter's body, turning his penis 180 degrees inside her vagina, making her face away from him with her buttocks sticking out. After caressing the girl's tender buttocks for a while, the father began a new round of attacks...

the soft buttocks repeatedly bumped against his lower abdomen, his penis repeatedly being held tightly...

for a long, long time...

the father's attacks stopped with a sudden jolt. He lay on his daughter's bare back, his hands still gently caressing her breasts.

Below, his penis remained inside her vagina, moving very, very slowly, enjoying the gentle pleasure of her young buttocks rubbing against his lower abdomen. His daughter's moans grew softer…

Finally, she collapsed from her kneeling position. His limp penis withdrew weakly from her vagina.

She lazily turned over, and the two embraced tightly, legs intertwined, genitals pressed together, breasts pressed close, their bodies entwined. Amidst a flurry of kisses and whispers, they fell into a deep sleep…

Sunlight streamed through the thick curtains, illuminating Wang Fang's face.

She awoke with a start, finding herself naked, embracing her equally naked father.

His penis was thick and erect against her genitals, and one of his hands was roaming over her buttocks.

Their eyes met, both father and daughter somewhat astonished.

"Dad, spending the night with you is a dream I've had for so many years."

"My dear daughter, Dad feels the same way. After all these years, finally, we can have some fun."

The daughter grasped her father's thick penis:

"Dad, I've already asked for leave. We can play for three days and two nights straight."

He pinched her nipple and kissed her cheek:

"My dear daughter, we can play so many different things!"

"Besides poking, what other things can Daddy play?"

"Many! Like—Daddy will lick your little hole nicely..."

"Have you done that?"

"What about my dear daughter's back door..."

"My back door?"

"Right here! Your little asshole."

"Oh! Daddy! How can you play there? It's so dirty!"

"Why can't we play? Is the place where you pee with Daddy dirty? Why don't you mind that it's dirty? You especially like it when Daddy licks that spot?"

He looked at his sisters, who were finding their own sources of pleasure.

"But is it fun?"

"What's not fun? Daddy used to play all the time. Dry anus is so exciting! If you get addicted to it, even hole-penetration won't feel exciting enough."

"Then why didn't you play there with me before?"

"Playing with the back door is too troublesome, there's too much preparation for the first time. Besides, I was afraid my good daughter's tender anus couldn't take it..."

"Oh! You're so bad! Bad Daddy!"

"Come on, let me play with something more enjoyable first—dry hole!"

He made his daughter lie on her side, raised one thigh, spreading her flower garden wide open, and after inserting his jade stem, he held his daughter's thigh and began to thrust.

The daughter's legs were spread apart, and her vagina was being pleasured by her father's large penis thrusting in and out. She couldn't help but moan loudly,

"Good... Daddy... so comfortable... I... will only... let... you... insert... gently... ah... you're touching... my uterus..."

The father, while thrusting in and out of his daughter's vagina, held her thighs and kissed her toes.

After a while, before ejaculating, he withdrew his penis and knelt down on his daughter's wet and cool flower, kissing and licking it.

The daughter tasted this sensation, her buttocks thrusting incessantly, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowed down her body. She also made "woo-woo" sounds different from when he was thrusting into her vagina.

Because there was no large penis inside her vagina, the vaginal fluid flowed straight down, making her buttocks, anus, and thighs wet.

As the father played the violin for his daughter, he smeared her vaginal fluids inside and outside her anus.

Lost in her passion, the daughter was completely unaware that her beloved father's fingers had already entered her last virgin territory—her tender little anus.

The father's mouth slowly left her vagina, kissing his way upwards. His left hand remained inside her anus, kneading and rubbing, while his right hand, following his licking, lingered on her full breasts, kneading and playing with them.

His mouth moved from his lower abdomen to his daughter's navel, circling his tongue a few times in that tiny hollow; then it moved up to her nipples…

After sucking on the two girls' white breasts, his tongue moved to his daughter's throat, to her chin, to her lips…

His daughter's hands also gripped her father's penis, stroking it incessantly, their tongues intertwining and swirling…

When they separated, the father laughed:

"My dear girl, your mouth is really amazing! You've made my tongue numb. How about you suck on my little stick later?"

"No!" "

Why won't you suck on my little stick? Don't you love eating my little stick?" "

Hehe… I'm afraid if I suck on your little stick, you'll be completely exhausted. Then I won't be able to enjoy it." "

Haha! You underestimate your father. Heh! Just wait and see how I make you completely exhausted!"

"Want to suck? Sure! But when Daddy lets me suck, it would be best if there was a dildo inside my hole too. Okay?"

"You slutty daughter. It seems like I'll need a dildo in your ass to satisfy you in the future!"

The father was about to turn his daughter over when she noticed the fingers in her anus.

"Oh! Dad! You took advantage of my innocence and stuck your hand up my ass!"

"My dear daughter, didn't you want to experience what it's like to have your ass poked?"

"But...but it hurts so much down there!"

"Sweetie, your ass is so small, and Daddy's penis is so big. If I don't open it up first, how will you bear it when Daddy inserts that thick, big rod into my sweet daughter's tender, small ass?"

"You have the nerve to say that! You played with your own daughter's vagina, played with your own daughter's mouth, and now you want to play with your own daughter's ass?"

"Sweetie, Daddy wants to take you to the next level and let you experience a new realm of sex!"

"That sounds nice. Fine, I've been tricked and fucked by you since I was little. Then I'll let you trick me one more time, let me stick my ass up high, and let you fuck my ass again."

"My eldest daughter is so good. Daddy will definitely make sure your little asshole is comfortable."

Facing his eldest daughter's fair and round buttocks, the father spread open his daughter's tender pink anus, which was covered with chrysanthemum patterns. He inserted his fingers inside, gently rotating and stroking the soft inner walls... Then, he used two fingers of his other hand to separate the vulva, dipped them in the honey-like fluid inside, and then smeared it into her anus.

Two fingers were rotating inside her anus. Even with the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, Wang Fang couldn't bear it any longer:

"It hurts! Dad, is poking my anus as pleasurable as poking my vagina?"

Her father, engrossed in playing with his daughter's anus, casually replied,

"Just like poking a vagina, it's a little uncomfortable at first, but after a few times, you'll find it has a different kind of pleasure."

The daughter knelt on the bed, her buttocks raised high, blankly accepting her father's manipulations inside her.

"Really? Have you ever poked Mom's anus?"

"With your mother? How could she! Fucking her is like fucking someone to death."

"Then, which woman's anus did you poke the most comfortably?"

Lost in his own pleasure, the father blurted out...

"Your Aunt Qin loves playing with backdoors the most. In the past, if her asshole wasn't completely satisfied, she wouldn't let me poke her hole."

Wang Fang got excited as soon as she heard this, and her vagina shuddered and a large gush of lustful fluid flowed out—it turned out that someone had already committed incest before her, and it was her usually dignified aunt:

When a hot girl meets a black man

, "Dad, you slept with Auntie too? Incest? Sexual intercourse? And poke her asshole?"

Her father then realized that he had let something slip. But it doesn't matter, her daughter is already the object of her incestuous relationship, so she won't be disgusted by her incestuous relationship with her sister:

"Girl, you get so excited about incest. Look how much water is flowing! Do you want to find an ally for incest?"

The daughter was so excited that she couldn't control herself, her whole body was shaking:

"Dad! Good daddy! Dear daddy! Tell me, how did you and aunt start? Who made the first move?..."

The father straightened up and aimed his penis at his daughter's already wet anus:

"Want to hear a story? Let Daddy fuck you good in your little anus first. When Daddy fucks you good, I'll tell you."

The daughter turned around and spread her buttocks apart:

"Dad, you just said that Auntie likes you to poke her anus the most? Ah... Dad... Ah... Gently!..."

The father's big penis had already penetrated more than halfway. He stopped, gently rubbing around his daughter's anus while comforting her:

"Don't be afraid. This is no different from the first time you let me have sex. Just stick it in."

He then began to gently thrust in and out of his daughter's anus. His daughter's anus was already coated with a lot of her own fluids, this natural lubricant aiding their first anal sex, allowing his penis to move in and out of the girl's newly opened anus with ease. His

daughter's tight, round orifice gripped his penis, giving him an unusual pleasure different from vaginal penetration.

For a moment, he seemed to be transported back to the past, when his beloved sister had also arched her back to let him thrust into her anus, his penis moving back and forth in that tight anus…

Recalling those past scenes, he unconsciously increased the speed of his thrusts, not realizing that today, beneath his penis was not his sister, who had tasted the pleasures of anal sex, but his eighteen-year-old daughter, whose anus was "open for the first time for her father."

Wang Fang initially felt a burning, throbbing pain in her anus from her father's penis, even with the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, it was still very uncomfortable. But gradually, she also began to feel some pleasure with each thrust and contraction of her father's penis, and she couldn't help but savor the pleasure of anal sex.

But as soon as her father increased his speed, that little bit of pleasure vanished. She cried out in pain:

"...Ah...it hurts so much...Dad...slow down...I'm not...Aunt Qin...be gentle...ah ah..."

Her daughter's cries brought her father to his senses, and he slowed down, smearing some saliva on her anus, bending down to gently grasp her breasts, and began to tenderly savor the taste of her anus.

Under her father's gentle thrusting, the girl's anus began to relax, allowing his penis to penetrate to the root. There was no clitoris inside her anus, so the penis could still be pushed forward a little after it was fully inserted.

Suddenly, the father thrust forward, as if he wanted to insert both his testicles into his daughter's anus.

With a scream from the daughter and a muffled groan from the father, a thick, hot stream splattered against the girl's rectal wall…

After wiping the semen from her anus, the father rolled over and collapsed beside his still-kneeling daughter. The daughter immediately slumped into her father's arms:

"Dad! My bottom hurts so much! You're bullying me!"

Holding his daughter's fair body, the father kissed her cheek.

"My dear daughter, this 'back garden' isn't like the little bud in the front; it takes many tries to bring the sweetness. Back in the day, your aunt and I spent a whole month poking her anus before she finally liked anal sex."

"How old was your aunt then?"

"Younger than you are now. About fourteen."

"Dad, tell me properly, how did you and your aunt get together? How did it happen?..."

"Don't rush me. Look, it's already noon. Get up and help Dad prepare a meal. After you've eaten, sit on Dad's lap and listen to Dad tell you stories from the past."

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Title: Zhou Ping had been an excellent student from elementary to junior high school, so among the four hundred students nominated for high school entrance exams, he would rank among the top five based on his past outstanding grades.

Not only did he excel academically, but he was also quite athletic, possessing a precocious and robust physique for a sixteen-year-old boy. "Xiao Ping, your good grades make your mother very proud. If you have the opportunity to attend the parent-teacher conference at school, I'll strut around with pride..." His mother, Li Xiangping, had already predicted his success even before the high school entrance exam announcements were over. His father, Zhou Youshan, and sister, Zhou Qianru, shared the same view. "Mom, Xiao Ping will definitely be at the top, without a doubt," Qianru said, her confidence in Zhou Ping even stronger than Xiangping's. Zhou Youshan sat in a recliner, leisurely smoking a cigarette. Listening to their conversation, he seemed to deeply sympathize, silently nodding and showing a satisfied smile. The family of four hadn't gone out that evening, all gathered around the television chatting. Unfortunately, the conversation often centered on Zhou Ping, which displeased him considerably. Zhou Ping seemed to be the center of the family; everyone called him by the nickname "Xiao Ping," pulling him back and forth like a saw. "Can you please not call me Xiao Ping?" "Why? Xiao Ping is your name!" Xiang Ping, holding her two snow-white arms behind her head, combing her hair, looked at Zhou Youshan and giggled seductively. This was too strange… Zhou Ping wondered. On the surface, it was a harmonious family. But Zhou Ping sensed an invisible barrier between them. This invisible barrier, like a strange pressure, often made him feel suffocated. In truth, this family wasn't centered around Zhou Ping; he was merely trapped within their circle, everyone keeping a considerable distance from him. Just as their outward appearance suggested a distant, unfriendly relationship, it was like dealing with a mentally ill patient at home. "I'm sixteen years old this year! I'm so tall, even if you're blind, you still have two holes in your eyes!" Zhou Ping, using his family's nickname as an excuse, vented his anger at the unfair treatment he received, deliberately shouting and uttering vulgar words. Li Xiangping looked surprised. "Wow! How rude! Who taught you that? Maybe you've made some bad friends outside?" "So what if I have bad friends?" "Sigh… I'm your mother…" "I won't be a child forever; I have the right to choose my friends." Zhou Ping roared angrily, leaving his mother, Li Xiangping, stunned and speechless for a long time by his aggressive demeanor. "…………" The entire living room was silent. Clearly, after Zhou Ping brought up unpleasant topics, everyone remained silent and dared not speak. "If you don't change how you address me, I'll become deformed if I stay here any longer," said the older sister, Qianru, wearing pajamas and curled up on the sofa, knees bent and tucked together, sitting upright. "Isn't that right? The quality of friends isn't the main issue; it's about one's own character." "What my sister says is quite agreeable." "You are Zhou Ping, from birth…" the mother suddenly shouted, seemingly angry, but stopped abruptly at the mention of "Yiping," her face showing a sudden, bewildered expression. Zhou Ping was stunned. He turned to look at his sister, Qianru, whose eyes held a chilling gaze. Zhou Youshan remained silent, smoking his cigarette, seemingly oblivious. There must be something fishy going on here; it must be a Zhou family secret kept only from me! Zhou Ping muttered to himself, stepping onto a narrow path. That summer, before he was to enter high school, he still harbored the desire to take the entrance exam and continue his education. However, a secret within his family weighed heavily on his mind, causing him to become depressed. "You're always looking so gloomy; you might be having psychological problems. You should go to the hospital's psychiatric department for a checkup to relieve your worries," Zhou Ping's best friend, Shen Zhengde, suggested. "This isn't a problem that medicine can solve. I'm perfectly normal at school, but I get caught up in worries at home!" "After school, don't rush home. Do some part-time work somewhere to relax!" "If you have time for part-time work, you should study harder at home." Zhou Ping and Shen Zhengde had been close friends since childhood and continued to attend the same school. Today, on their way home after school, Shen Zhengde sensed a significant psychological change in Zhou Ping over the past year, with his recent behavior being particularly noticeable. Concerned , Shen Zhengde inquired about the root of the problem. Three months later, Shen Zhengde visited Zhou Ping's home several times and, based on his observations, felt several questions arose. Zhou Ping's father was a man in his fifties. Although he was very tall, he lacked the energy and vitality of most people. His head was completely white, a phenomenon that shouldn't be seen at his age. His temples were gray, and fine wrinkles on his face made him appear even older. His leisurely demeanor and slow movements suggested premature aging. His mother, Li Xiangping, appeared to be in her thirties. She had a beautiful face, with captivating eyes that often held allure. Due to a pampered lifestyle, her fair skin was supple and radiant. Her curvaceous figure, neither too thin nor too plump, possessed the sensuality of a mature woman. Her breasts, especially prominent, and her round, pert buttocks would often sway and tremble when she flaunted herself, leaving the men in the neighborhood dazzled.

Zhou Qianru, the older sister, was eighteen years old and had already grown into a graceful and beautiful young woman. Perhaps she inherited this from her mother! Although she was a budding flower, she possessed a captivating figure and a charmingly alluring face.

These

doubts swirled in Shen Zhengde's mind, making him increasingly suspicious. Could it be…?

So, one day, he arranged to meet Zhou Ping after school on campus.

On the bank of the small pond, by the weeping willows, Zhou Ping and Shen Zhengde sat side by side on the lush lawn.

Shen Zhengde's first words were, "Zhou Ping, after visiting your house a few times, I've felt something's off. I want to ask you a few questions."

"What questions? Go ahead and ask,"

Shen Zhengde said, getting Zhou Ping's approval. "Have you noticed that your father and mother are quite different in age?"

Hearing Shen Zhengde mention this, Zhou Ping seemed to realize something and said, "Oh! That's right! They're more than ten years apart!"

"Your mother loves you quite a bit, doesn't she?"

"Yes!"

On this point, Zhou Ping couldn't lie; his mother was indeed good to him.

"But why do you two siblings look so different?"

Shen Zhengde said, his face full of questions. He continued, "Zhou Ping, have you ever had a copy of your Zhou family's household registration?"

Zhou Ping was beginning to suspect a family secret. He shook his head and said, "No, my mother handled the procedures when I enrolled in school."

"Zhou Ping! Don't be angry when I say this! Your family's blood relations seem more complicated than those of a normal family!"

Shen Zhengde's words were like a thunderclap in a clear sky, shaking Zhou Ping's heart. Zhou Ping couldn't believe it was true, and he hoped it wasn't. To verify this, the two agreed to skip school the next day and search for evidence together.

The next day, the household registration copy from the district office was laid out before Zhou Ping.

In an instant, Zhou Ping froze. His body seemed to be sucked into the earth. His mind went blank, and he read it aloud with trembling hands.

Father—Zhou Youshan, Mother—Li Xiangping, both remarried.

Zhou Qianru was brought to her husband's family by her mother, Li Xiangping, while Zhou Ping was born to Zhou Youshan's ex-wife.

"Ah! My mother and sister at home are not blood relatives..." Zhou Ping felt the cold sweat on his back had soaked through his heavy clothes.

"You are Zhou Ping! From the moment you were born..." Li Xiangping's words still clearly echoed in his ears.

"Zhou Ping, look carefully!" Shen Zhengde, who accompanied him to the district office, said.

"It's nothing serious." Zhou Ping's face was full of pain as he handed the transcript to Shen Zhengde with a self-torturing feeling, making Shen Zhengde read it carefully from beginning to end.

"Zhou Ping, your original biological mother's name is Huang Wanling."

"..." Zhou Ping remained silent.

"Zhou Ping! Don't complain about anyone!"

"I don't complain about anyone." Zhou Ping answered excitedly, his voice trembling with tears.

Shen Zhengde understood Zhou Ping's feelings at that moment, but didn't know how to comfort him. After all, this was a huge blow to Zhou Ping.

"Sigh! Now that you know your background, I think it would have been better if you hadn't."

"..."

"When you get home, don't say a word. Just live your life as usual, and don't tell anyone. When you hear someone call your nickname, just answer!"

Shen Zhengde repeatedly urged him. In truth, Zhou Ping didn't have the courage to pursue the matter further.

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Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Ping graduated from Beibei High School.

And when the university entrance exam results were released, a time of mixed emotions, he was fortunate enough to be admitted to his ideal university. However, Zhou Ping planned to drop out.

Not only would Zhou Ping have to give up his studies, but the family relationships he had maintained for the past nineteen years… or more precisely, from when he was one and a half years old until now, would also be severed.

This was not only a serious blow to Zhou Ping, but also a necessary process under long-term psychological pressure, and the final result.

According to the household registration transcript…

it had been fourteen years since Li Xiangping and her daughter Zhou Qianru first stepped into the Zhou family's gate.

Zhou Youshan's timber products company had only been operating for twelve years, so Li Xiangping had come to support this struggling family during the difficult period when Zhou Youshan was starting

from scratch. Young Zhou Ping was secretly called "Xiaoping" and raised as Li Xiangping's biological son. As for Qianru? From the age of four, fate decreed that she must keep her secret.

Whenever Zhou Ping looked at Qianru's face, it reminded him of their different bloodline, and his heart would pound like a deer. When their eyes occasionally met, he felt breathless.

Did he harbor resentment? Or had his feelings for his beautiful older sister Qianru subtly shifted to another kind? This question utterly confused Zhou Ping.

And so, Zhou Ping would sit quietly in a corner of a familiar coffee shop, pondering these tangled and troublesome family matters, chain-smoking cigarettes, letting his mind sink into the thick fog.

When he was lost in thought, the popular music in the coffee shop obscured his thoughts.

Suddenly, a vivid flower seemed to bloom before his eyes, and he decided to shatter the "past" with a single blow.

It was a moment of inner peace, but the long past, like an endless roll of film, constantly entangled him, and cutting through the mess wasn't easy.

And

so, Zhou Ping, as a member of the Zhou family, endured for another year.

Until his second year of university, problems arose.

That night, the sky was as clear as usual, and everyone in the Zhou family was resting in their rooms.

"Zhou Ping, may I come in?"

It was midnight. Zhou Ping was in his bedroom, reading at his desk, when Qian Ru unexpectedly knocked on his door.

"The door's unlocked, come in!" Zhou Ping ignored her knocking, responding briefly before his eyes remained buried in his book.

"Oh! So diligent!" Following the soft voice, the beautiful older sister, Qianru, stepped inside, turned and closed the door, heading towards the desk.

"Ah! A rare guest, please come in."

Zhou Ping turned back, his heart fluttering at Qianru's attire.

She was wearing a bright purple nightgown, the silk fabric revealing her voluptuous, fair body, her firm, snow-white breasts barely concealed. Her

high, erect nipples trembled with each step, exuding a breathtakingly alluring fragrance.

Her slender, graceful figure was captivating, especially the small thong she wore—something he had never seen since he understood the nature of love between men and women.

Zhou Ping was mesmerized, a burning desire coursing through his body.

Gradually, his younger brother's awe of his older sister vanished. He felt his body had suddenly grown strong and powerful, and his unusually large penis was, in comparison to his classmates, a truly remarkable gift.

Now, seeing his sister Qianru's alluring, voluptuous body, so full of mature girlish temptation, he felt he was now on equal footing with her.

"Xiaoping! Why are you looking at me like that! You're such a little devil!"

Qianru's fair and pretty face was flushed with a light blush, making her already beautiful and sexy features even more charming and alluring.

"Ugh! A strong smell of alcohol... Oh... you've been drinking!"

Zhou Ping smelled a strong odor of alcohol as soon as Qianru opened her mouth, and said threateningly, "You say I'm precocious, but what about you? A girl like you sneaking a drink?"

"Ha! What? You're such a jerk for being so ungrateful! You're angry again! Ha!" Qianru, her face flushed with drunkenness, laughed loudly at Zhou Ping. As she spoke, she reclined on Zhou Ping's soft bed, propping herself up with her right elbow, her hand gently supporting her rosy cheek, her alluring eyes glancing at Zhou Ping, her lips filled with boundless desire.

She seemed to be enticing Zhou Ping to commit a crime, deliberately lifting her robe with her left hand to reveal two fair, shapely, and long pink legs, seductively saying, "Xiao Ping! If you were a short candle, how much oil would you leak?"

Hearing her teasing and seductive words, Zhou Ping was furious at Qian Ru's mockery, and his desire was rising. He was also amused by her, his face flushed, and his anger was surging.

He disregarded ethics and morality; the anger in his heart, like a volcano that had been dormant for a long time, could no longer be contained.

Zhou Ping angrily got up from the chair and rushed to the edge of the bed.

"Fine! I'll show you whether I'm a little candle or a flashlight!"

Zhou Ping shouted at Qian Ru, quickly stripping off his clothes and standing naked in front of her. His

strong, masculine physique was presented before Qian Ru's eyes, causing her to widen her beautiful eyes, her small mouth slightly open, letting out a soft gasp, her pink face flushed, and she was extremely shy.

"You were just mocking me for being a short candle, but I've already become a giant flashlight! But I wonder what your little cave is like?"

In an instant, Zhou Ping had stripped Qianru of her robe and panties. Even though she had struggled half-heartedly, she was completely naked. Her snow-white skin, slightly flushed, revealed a beautifully curved, voluptuous body. Her full, alluring breasts stood erect, topped with nipples like ripe grapes. Below was a smooth abdomen, and at the junction of her full, white thighs, thick, dark pubic hair grew, revealing three slightly protruding mounds of flesh with a fleshy slit in the middle—truly exquisite.

He quickly bent down, his strong body pressing against the soft, smooth female body. At this moment, Zhou Ping's mouth moved towards Qianru's two breasts, opening it to take her bright red nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, holding them in his mouth. He used his tongue to move up and down, left and right, constantly swirling around the nipples.

He grabbed her other breast with one hand and pressed it down hard, kneading and rubbing the firm, white flesh. His fingers kneaded and pinched her nipple.

Qianru, aroused, shifted her body restlessly in resistance, but this only fueled Zhou Ping's lust. He sucked on her nipple even more vigorously, and kneaded her breast with even more force.

This teasing of pressing and sucking made Qianru, a girl with so much sexual experience and a seductive nature, unbearably wanton.

"Ugh...hmm...um...um...um..."

Qianru felt an unbearable tingling and itching all over her body. Her breasts felt numb and itchy, a tingling sensation that penetrated deep into her bones. She enjoyed this feeling, clenching her teeth in ecstasy, breathing heavily, letting Zhou Ping play with her beautiful body and breasts.

"Ping... Yu... I... um! Hmph! No... don't suck my milk... no... um... sister... sister's little sister... it's so itchy... itchy... hmph..."

After his teasing, Qianru was already tightly hugging Zhou Ping and moaning softly.

Zhou Ping knew that she was already unable to suppress her desire.

So, he intensified his methods of arousal, quickly sliding his right hand down, through her smooth lower abdomen, through the hairy black bush, and probing towards his sister's alluring peach blossom cave.

He felt a few soft pubic hairs on her vulva, her two plump labia were already hard and swollen, and the deep slit in the middle was already overflowing with lustful fluid, so warm and hot to the touch, wet and sticky.

Suddenly, Zhou Ping inserted his finger into her fleshy hole, and then, in the slippery vulva, he dug and probed, rotating it non-stop, teasing the tender flesh of the vaginal walls, causing them to contract and spasm in response.

Qianru's heart pounded like a deer's, her face flushed, her white flesh trembling slightly, and she moaned, "Yu... Ping... don't touch it... um... hmph... sister... sister will let you fuck your little sister... um... no... don't dig anymore... my little hole is itchy... itchy... hmph..."

Pressed against her soft and alluring body, Zhou Ping was already in a daze, his mind pounding. Now, Qianru's moans made him even more unable to restrain himself.

He quickly jumped off the bed, stood by the bed, grabbed Qianru's calves with both hands, raised her two round pink legs high, and stuffed his already hard and erect penis into Qianru's wet and lustful vulva.

He squatted down, thrust his buttocks forward, and forcefully thrust his penis into her little hole.

"Plop!" A sound of genital contact.

Who knew that this little slut, Qianru, although she had a promiscuous private life and had fucked several male classmates, her plump and delicious little hole was still so tight. This meant that Zhou Ping's massive penis could only penetrate to the glans, which was as large as an egg.

"Ah...it hurts...Ping...you...be gentle...oh...oh..." The little sister , Qianru,

who loved drinking milk , was already trembling with pain as the large penis entered her vagina. She closed her eyes, furrowed her brows, and gritted her teeth, letting out soft moans. "Ping...oh...your big cock...is too...too...ah...ah..." Qianru's painful screams did not elicit any pity from Zhou Ping; instead, they fueled his bestial desire to invade his sister's body. Zhou Ping had lost all reason; his mind was filled with hatred—hatred for his family background, hatred for why his mother hadn't told him, hatred for his sister's deception. Moreover, he felt his glans being tightly gripped by her vagina; the incredibly tender vagina was so alluring. Now that his penis was inside, how could he let this opportunity slip by? He quickly released his sister's legs and instead embraced her round, plump buttocks. With another forceful thrust of his hips, his massive penis plunged in to its hilt, hitting her cervix squarely. "Ah... Ping... you... ah... ah..." Qianru cried out, pounding her fists on Zhou Ping's chest. The throbbing pain inside her vagina made her want to pull away, but his hands held her firmly. Once inside, Zhou Ping began a frenzied, relentless thrusting. The bright red flesh of her vagina was squeezed and turned inside out by the thick penis. Her soft clitoris trembled incessantly from the impact. Qianru was in excruciating pain, like a virgin on her first night, her vagina stretched to the point of feeling like it was about to burst by Zhou Ping's powerful, thick, extra-large penis. "Ah... Mom... it's... it's killing me... ah... it hurts... ugh... ugh... you're hitting... hitting the very core again... ah... please... be gentle..."

Zhou Ping's pace remained undiminished, and Qianru's desperate pleas did nothing to sway him. His relentless thrusting continued into her narrow vagina, the vaginal fluids flowing incessantly around her vulva. He raped her hundreds of times, after all, Qianru was a girl with prior experience. The frenzied thrusting gradually aroused her long-dormant desire.

"Ah… Ping… Sister… Sister isn't… not letting you… um… oh… Ping… please be gentle… your big cock is so hard… I really… can't take it…"

Qianru endured the pain, already quite adept at the pleasure of thrusting, her arms tightly wrapped around Zhou Ping, moaning softly.

After a period of relentless thrusting, Zhou Ping's lust subsided considerably. Hearing his sister's increasingly comfortable moans, he looked up at her half-closed eyes, a blissful smile playing on her lips, her intoxicated, wanton appearance utterly captivating. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.

Qianru wrapped her pink arms tightly around his neck, responding passionately. Her bright red mouth opened wide, allowing her brother's tongue to roam freely inside her. His hands also grasped his sister's two firm, plump breasts, gently kneading and stroking them.

His hips stopped moving, and his large penis was inserted into her wet, tender vagina, the glans deeply pressed against her clitoris, rotating and rubbing.

Qianru's desire rose again from his teasing. Especially her cervix deep inside her vagina, rubbed by the large glans, made her entire vagina feel indescribably itchy.

"Mmm... Ping... my vagina is so itchy... quick... quick use your big penis... give me... comfort... quick... hum... quick... sister... sister wants your extra-large penis..." She was sore and itchy all over, and her cries were incoherent with the surging of her lust.

However, these moans were a great encouragement to Zhou Ping. Zhou Ping revealed a smug look, his energy surging, his engorged, red penis standing erect. He grabbed his sister's plump buttocks again and began to thrust wildly, each stroke hitting her G-spot.

Qian Ru clung tightly to his back, her tight vagina containing his large penis, swaying her slender waist and buttocks in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Mmm...mmm...it's so beautiful...good...so good...dear brother...Ping...I want to call you brother...oh...your big penis...makes me...mmm...it's so beautiful...mmm..."

"Ouch...mmm...good brother...harder...thrust harder...ah...it's so beautiful...oh...it's so sore...mmm...I'm so happy..."

Zhou Ping felt his heart pounding, his sister's moans making him hot all over. He held her buttocks, his hands stroking them incessantly, his large penis thrusting in and out even faster.

Qianru felt incredibly comfortable, especially with the large penis thrusting inside her vagina, making her feel incredibly full and pleasurable. Her hair was disheveled, her arms tightly wrapped around him, her face buried in the pillow, flushed, her teeth clenched around the corner of the pillow, her slender waist twisting violently, her buttocks bobbing high, making her wet vulva even more prominent. The lustful fluid from her vaginal opening gushed out like a spring, soaking Zhou Ping's large penis, making Zhou Ping feel extremely comfortable.

Zhou Ping thrust even more wildly, his large penis thrusting wildly left and right inside her vagina, bumping back and forth, Qianru's clitoris being rubbed by the large glans until it felt numb to the bone.

"Oh... my little hole... ah... sister's whole body is so... so soft... oh... oh... numb... oh... the water is flowing out... mmm... brother... your big penis... is so good at... inserting... so comfortable... ah... ah..."

Zhou Ping saw that her lustful fluid was flowing more and more, and her vagina was becoming even more moist and warm. So, without any restraint, he thrust in and out, his penis entering her vagina as if it were his own.

"Ah...ah...sister...your little...cunt...so beautiful...so tight...so wet...it feels so good to have your big penis inside me..."

Qianru had reached the peak of her sexual climax, her small mouth panting lightly: "Mmm...mmm...so good...so beautiful...harder...mmm...dear brother...I love your...big penis...mmm...it feels so good to my little cunt..."

Zhou Ping had reached the final moment, his penis relentlessly pounding into his sister's juicy little cunt. Qianru tightly hugged his waist with both hands, her buttocks swaying upwards to meet him. Her vagina was flowing with lustful fluids, the large glans going in and out, making a "sizzle! sizzle!" sound.

The two of them were entwined in passion, their penises and vaginas swaying and rising closely, truly a scene of boundless spring. There was no concept of ethics, only the pleasure of love between a man and a woman, making love and having sex without restraint.

"Ah...ah...dear brother...um...faster...my pussy...it feels so good...uh...I'm about to go to heaven...um...Ping...hurry up and penetrate me...fuck my pussy to death...faster..."

Hearing her moans and cries, Zhou Ping's lust intensified.

He hoisted her two pink legs onto his shoulders, pressed his hands tightly against her swollen breasts, kneading and squeezing them relentlessly. He took a breath and thrust his penis forcefully, plunging it deep into his sister's vagina...

Qianru seemed to feel no pain at all, holding his buttocks with both hands and pressing down hard.

Her legs were raised high and she kicked wildly, her plump buttocks thrusting upwards with great force, her movements intense. Her pink face was flushed with ecstatic lust, and she moaned, "Ah... Ping... your big cock... your big cock... so good... mmm... it's killing my little hole... mmm... so beautiful... so beautiful... mmm..."

"Oh... sister... I've never... felt so good... oh... oh... I'm going to die... I can't hold back... I can't hold back... anymore..."

"Ah... ah..."

Qianru shook her buttocks desperately, her clitoris unable to resist the pleasure, and her vaginal fluid gushed out from her uterus.

Her final, desperate struggle gave Zhou Ping an indescribable pleasure. His big cock seemed to be tightly sucked by her vagina, her clitoris like a small mouth gently biting and sucking on the glans. Zhou Ping couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure spreading throughout his body, and he thrust his cock in and out a few more times...

"Oh... oh... sister... oh..." His cock trembled and ejaculated.

Both felt incredibly comfortable and satisfied.

From then on, the younger brother became his sister's intimate companion, and the two often used the excuse of studying to indulge in their sexual desires, sometimes in Zhou Ping's room, sometimes in Qianru's boudoir.

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After spring passed, the dreary rainy season followed.

Zhou Ping was now a third-year university student.

Seeing his younger sister being penetrated to the point of near death by the big guy

, Zhou Ping had become more mature and robust due to the constant enjoyment of penetration with his sister Qianru and the absorption of precious female hormones from the young girl.

He not only had an insatiable lust for Qianru, but he was also exceptionally vigorous each time, leaving Qianru in agony and begging for mercy.

However, Qianru still needed to find a job after graduation to put her skills to use, so through her father's connections, she entered a private trading company. Due to the busy work schedule, she not only worked during the day but also often worked late into the night.

Thus, Zhou Ping had fewer opportunities to meet her.

Ever since he became intimate with his sister, dealing with his sexual desires has become like an addiction—he's developed a severe craving. If he doesn't release it for a while, a burning desire gnaws at him, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

"Ugh! Damn it, it's raining again!" Zhou Ping sat at his desk, gazing at the misty rain outside the window, and couldn't help but complain.

It's Wednesday, no classes at school. Zhou Ping wanted to go out and play, but a light drizzle was falling outside. The dreaded rainy season only made him more irritable.

On the balcony in front of his bedroom, there was a small porcelain flowerpot. Fresh green shoots were growing in it, already six or seven centimeters tall. The sharply angled leaves, sometimes glistening in the rain, sometimes shimmering in the early summer sun, were quite a sight to behold.

"Xiaoping! Where are you?" His mother, Li Xiangping, called from downstairs.

Zhou Ping heard his mother's call, but he remained oblivious, staring out the window at the fine, continuous rain.

"Xiaoping! I called you, why didn't you answer?" Xiangping pushed open the door and saw Zhou Ping staring blankly out the window, not responding, which made her angry and scold him.

"What is it?" Zhou Ping reluctantly turned around, glanced at his mother standing at the door, gave a casual reply, and then turned back to look out the window.

Given Zhou Ping's attitude, coupled with his inherently stubborn temper, she was helpless since she wasn't his biological mother. Xiangping's face flashed a strange expression before she spoke again, "Your father just called to say he has to go on a business trip to the south today and won't be back for two or three days."

"So what?" Zhou Ping didn't even turn his head, responding lightly as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Do you want to go out this afternoon? There's a good movie showing at the theater today, you could go see it!" Li Xiangping asked Zhou Ping with unusual concern.

Zhou Ping also found it strange, but he didn't have the time or the inclination to consider why his mother was rushing him out today. After a moment of silence, he suddenly stood up from his chair, sat on the edge of the bed, lay down, pulled the blanket over his head, and said softly, "I'm very tired today, I don't want to come out, I want to get some sleep." With that, Zhou Ping ignored Xiang Ping. Seeing this,

Xiang Ping knew she couldn't win against her stubborn son. So, she could only close the door dejectedly and leave Zhou Ping's bedroom. A lewd smile appeared on her face.

Due to his bad mood, Zhou Ping, lying in bed, quickly fell asleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed…

Zhou Ping finally woke up slowly. He always slept for very short periods, and he was very neurotic; once awake, he couldn't fall back asleep. He was angry at himself for this problem. After tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep, he immediately sat up.

He raised his left hand, looked at his watch; it was already past four o'clock. So Zhou Ping got out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, unzipped it, and took out a set of underwear, intending to take a shower.

Holding the underwear, Zhou Ping opened the bedroom door and walked out, only to find the whole house eerily quiet.

"Strange! Where did Mom go?" Zhou Ping wondered for a moment before heading towards the bathroom.

In the Zhou family home, this house had three bedrooms and two ensuite bathrooms. After leaving Zhou Ping's bedroom, turning a corner led to his sister's bedroom, and next to her bedroom was the study. The study was for Zhou Youshan's exclusive use and connected to the master bedroom, with only one door separating the bedroom and study. Turning another corner from the master bedroom was the bathroom.

Normally, only Qianru and Zhou Ping used the bathroom. Zhou Youshan and Li Xiangping's master bedroom already had an ensuite bathroom, so they didn't have to share it with their children.

Zhou Ping walked slowly, his feet sinking into the soft carpet, feeling indescribably comfortable.

He turned and turned again, passing his parents' room and about to enter the bathroom. Suddenly, a deep male voice came from his parents' room.

"Wait a minute! Didn't Mom say Dad went on a business trip to the south? Could Dad be back?" Zhou Ping thought to himself, "Never mind!" He really couldn't be bothered with their affairs.

He entered the bathroom and turned to close the door when suddenly, another mocking male voice rang out: "Ha! Slut... good... good..." Zhou Ping was stunned!

He knew his father well; he was a strict, serious man, always upright and kind, and would never utter such vulgar words.

"Then... who is this man's voice?... Could it be..." Zhou Ping's mind was struck as if by lightning; he couldn't bear to imagine it.

There had been rumors that his mother was having an affair, but he hadn't believed them.

Now, he felt a pang of indignation for his father.

"How could this mother..." Zhou Ping quickly put down his underwear, slipped past the master bedroom, returned to his own bedroom, swiftly took the key to his study from the drawer, and ran to the study.

He slowly opened the door and rushed into the study. He saw the partition between the study and the bedroom, with a large, transparent glass window.

He hurriedly grabbed a chair, placed it in front of the partition, and quietly climbed onto it. Standing on the chair, Zhou Ping gripped the window frame, craned his neck, and looked into his parents' bedroom.

"Sure enough! Damn it, that bitch Mom..." Seeing everything in the bedroom, Zhou Ping couldn't help but curse under his breath.

The furniture in the master bedroom remained untouched, but on the bed lay a naked couple. The woman was Zhou Ping's mother, Li Xiangping, but Zhou Ping didn't recognize the man.

The man had thick eyebrows, large ears, and a very muscular physique; he was quite imposing and appeared to be in his forties. The man sat on the bed, reclining at the head of the bed, his two hairy, thick thighs stretched out, and between them stood an erect, swollen penis. That thick, long penis might surprise others, but Zhou Ping wasn't.

In fact, the man's penis was unusually thick and long, almost the same length as Zhou Ping's, but Zhou Ping's penis had its own unique feature. While the man's penis was thick and long, it narrowed at the glans. Unlike Zhou Ping's thick, long penis, which had a large, egg-shaped glans.

At this moment, Xiang Ping was kneeling between the man's legs, her hands stroking the swollen penis.

Although Xiang Ping was nearly thirty, she was incredibly beautiful. The relentless passage of time hadn't cruelly ravaged her body; on the contrary, it had given Xiang Ping a mature, womanly charm. Her skin was as white as jade, so smooth and delicate, without a single blemish.

Although she had given birth, her abdomen remained flat and firm, and her breasts, large and round, stood high like freshly baked steamed buns, so alluring. Her waist was slender, yet her buttocks were round and plump, incredibly white and tender. Her two long, slender, white legs were so perfectly rounded and smooth, truly making a man's heart flutter.

Because the adulterous couple on the bed were facing Zhou Ping sideways, he couldn't see his mother's even more beautiful and alluring female private parts.

"I never imagined my mother's body was so beautiful and captivating," Zhou Ping thought, his lust rising, a heat rising in his lower abdomen, and his penis already aroused. "Slut! Stop using your gloves. While Old Ghost's away, let's have a good fucking tonight."

"No! Zhou Ping's still home. Keep your voice down. Let's have some fun so you can enjoy this beautiful body tomorrow." Xiangping said softly, her eyes alluring. But her hands were constantly stroking and caressing his large penis.

The man seemed unusually excited, panting, "It's been so long since I've played with it. My big cock is so hard, slut, make it feel good, feel good..."

"I knew it, you pervert, can't take it anymore? Hehe..." The wanton and seductive Xiangping was incredibly lewd. She stroked his large penis, her eyes alluring, a smile playing on her lips, exuding indescribable charm and sexiness. Amidst the laughter, her full breasts swayed and shook, making one's blood boil.

Little sister loves to drink milk.

"What a horny mom..." Zhou Ping's lust intensified, his large penis already engorged and hard.

Xiang Ping gripped his penis tightly with both hands, stroking it repeatedly. "You lecher, I'll give you a good time..." she said, lowering her head. Her left hand stroked his penis, her beautiful cherry-like mouth opening to take the glans into her mouth, sucking several times. Her right hand gripped his testicles below, using both hands and mouth.

Xiang Ping's mouth released the glans, her tongue teasing it. Her left hand vigorously stroked his penis up and down, and a few drops of white fluid immediately flowed from the urethral opening. She licked and teased the urethral opening with her tongue, then gently bit the glans with her teeth, her hands constantly stroking and kneading his testicles. With each squeeze, knead, stroke, and suck, his penis grew even thicker.

"Oh...good...slut...you're sucking so well...your little mouth is so nimble...oh..." The man groaned comfortably, his buttocks thrusting upwards. It seemed he wouldn't be satisfied until his large penis was deep into Xiangping's throat.

"Mmm...so good...you're sucking so well...so slutty...oh..." Xiangping's skillful tongue teased, causing the man to moan continuously in pleasure

. While sucking his large penis, she looked around with seductive eyes, lewdly watching the man's comfortable appearance. After a while of desperately sucking the glans, Xiangping seemed to have a preference for the man's penis. "Brother...your big penis...so thick...so long...I love it so much..." "I want to suck it...suck it...your big penis is so great...brother...are you comfortable..." Xiangping spat out the glans, her hands constantly kneading and stroking the penis and testicles. She asked with lustful desire.

"Slut...suck it...big penis...it feels so good...faster..." While the man was enjoying himself immensely, Xiangping stopped sucking his penis.

He hurriedly pressed Xiangping's head down with both hands, his buttocks thrusting forward, his large penis rubbing against her fragrant lips.

Xiangping knew he was close to climax. So, she first licked the glans with the tip of her tongue, savoring the masculine sensation, then licked the rounded groove at the base of the glans, before opening her small mouth and taking it in completely.

Her head began to move up and down, shaking incessantly, the large penis in her mouth swallowing and sliding in and out, with constant "slurping" sounds. The large penis thrust in and out of her small mouth, making Xiangping's cheeks ache and numb.

Occasionally, she would spit out the glans, her small, delicate hands tightly gripping and rubbing the large penis against her pink face.

"Oh...so good...so comfortable...you slut...you really know how to play...your big cock feels so good...so good...faster...stop rubbing...uh...I'm going to...I'm going to cum..." The man's legs twitched with pleasure, his penis erect, his eyes bloodshot and frighteningly red. He pressed Xiangping's head down with both hands, his big cock thrusting rapidly in and out of her vagina. Xiangping cooperated with his cock, thrusting up and down. Her hands worked even harder, sucking on the glans and urethral opening with her mouth.

"Oh...oh...I cum...oh...it feels so good...oh..." The man thrust his hips a few times, his whole body shuddered, and he ejaculated comfortably...

A thick stream of semen gushed into Xiangping's mouth. Xiangping frowned, swallowed the semen, took a towel from beside the pillow, and wiped her mouth.

"Brother! Are you comfortable?" she said coquettishly, her hands caressing the man's legs.

"So good...so good...you slut...your blowjob skills...are so good..."

"Brother...your cock is so good...I'll only let you suck it..." Xiangping was truly a wanton woman, able to make a man ejaculate with just her mouth.

Zhou Ping was aroused by this kind of enchanting skill, thinking that he should also try to seduce Qianru in the same way someday.

"Brother! You're so strong...your cock has ejaculated, but it's still soft!" Xiangping grabbed his large penis with both hands and kept stroking it. She smiled lewdly and called out, her heart seemingly very happy.

"Slut! Hurry up and ride on me, let my cock give you a good time..." the man said, seemingly still wanting more.

He groped Xiangping's tender skin all over, and then freely pressed and pulled on her two snow-white, firm breasts, his fingers kneading her two bright red nipples.

"Hehe...you're so naughty..." While she was sucking his cock, Xiangping's vulva was already itchy and dripping with lust, her desire burning fiercely.

At this moment, his gentle kneading and rubbing of her breasts made her even more unbearably itchy and aching. A silky itch, like insect bites, ran through her entire vulva. She could no longer endure it, unable to resist the temptation of his large penis; she needed it.

"Brother... oh... my little hole... itches... um... I want to... put your big penis... inside my wet hole... hmph..." Saying this, Xiangping had already sat up, spreading her two snow-white thighs, and sat on his lower abdomen. Reaching down with her right hand, she grasped his thick penis, guiding the glans towards her dripping vulva. She clenched her teeth, closed her alluring eyes, and forcefully sat down with her plump, pink buttocks.

"Sizzle!" With a sound, his large penis was completely swallowed by Xiangping's vulva.

"Oh...so beautiful...hmm...um...brother...darling...your big cock...it's so amazing...hmm...my pussy is so full...so swollen...um...hmm..."

The big cock was inserted to the hilt into her plump vagina, giving Xiangping a pleasure that penetrated to her very bones. She was burning with desire like a long-deprived woman, intoxicated by the passion of penetration.

Xiangping greedily twisted her slender waist, her face flushed, panting softly. Her round, snow-white buttocks were moving up and down, left and right, wildly thrusting against the big cock. Her plump peach blossom cave was bulging and bulging with the thick, hard cock.

As Xiangping's buttocks twisted and rose, the lustful fluids flowing from the entrance of her cave flowed down the big cock, soaking the man's pubic hair.

This crazy, erotic performance made Zhou Ping, who was peeking from outside the door, feel his lust rise and his blood boil, and his penis couldn't help but harden.

"What a horny mom! If I could penetrate her, knead her breasts, and enjoy her body, I wonder how pleasurable that would be?"

Zhou Ping felt an urge to possess Xiang Ping's body. Seeing his mother's alluring, snow-white body, her wanton moans, and her seductive thrusting movements, Zhou Ping no longer saw her as his mother.

He wanted Xiang Ping purely out of a man's need for a woman.

The couple in the master bedroom were passionately entangled, but Zhou Ping couldn't bear to watch this live sex show. His large penis was throbbing painfully in his pants;

he couldn't stand it. He quietly left the study and closed the door. Zhou Ping returned to his bedroom, took a deep breath, but the vivid sexual performance wouldn't leave his mind.

His penis wouldn't soften, tightly constricted in his pants, which was very uncomfortable. So, he took off all his clothes and pants, lying naked on the bed. His large penis, stimulated by the erotic imagery, was swollen and red.

Thinking of his seemingly virtuous yet wanton mother, her alluring body, soft and boneless, voluptuous yet perfectly proportioned, exquisitely beautiful, every part of her captivating him.

Recalling the scene from earlier, Zhou Ping couldn't help but reach his right hand down to his crotch. He stroked his penis, fantasizing about his mother's body. As he stroked and touched, Zhou Ping drifted off to sleep.

"Click! Click!" The sound of someone descending the stairs came from behind. It was very soft, almost inaudible.

"Huh! Has that man already left?" Zhou Ping, still burning with unfulfilled desire, was on edge, like a drawn bow, ready to be released at any moment. So, the slightest sound jolted him awake.

He wondered, had the strange man left? And what was his mother doing?

After a moment of doubt, Zhou Ping got up from the bed and walked naked without putting on any clothes. He walked to the door, gently pulled open the bedroom door, and quietly observed what was happening in the corridor.

The outside was still quiet, without a soul in sight.

Zhou Ping stepped out of his bedroom, moving cautiously down the corridor like a thief afraid of being discovered, glancing left and right repeatedly, his heart pounding with nervousness. He moved like this until he reached his parents' bedroom door. He pressed his ear to the door, but heard no sound from inside.

"Has that strange man left?" Zhou Ping wondered. He mustered his courage, devised an excuse, and reached for the doorknob.

"Huh! The door's unlocked!" He gently pushed the door open and peeked inside.

"Ah!" The scene inside made Zhou Ping gasp softly, his eyes lighting up, his heart pounding. (01-26

When a Hot Girl Meets a Black Guy)

Since Li Xiangping and the strange man had their wild revelry, she was completely weak and was now lying asleep on the bed.

Xiangping, this pampered young woman, was truly stunningly beautiful. Although she wore a languid, weary expression, her loose, flowing hair clung to her gorgeous face, exuding an indescribable charm and sensuality. Beneath her smooth, white back lay a graceful curve, a snow-white expanse stretching from her pink back to her slender waist. A pinkish hue graced the cleft between her round, firm buttocks.

Her long, slender legs were slightly parted, revealing long, fine, dark pubic hair at the base of her thighs. The traces of their recent encounter remained untouched, her vulva still overflowing with desire. Her full, red labia majora hid within the soft, damp pubic hair.

In the soft light, Zhou Ping could see Xiangping's alluring back from head to toe. Her captivating body was flawless, breathtakingly beautiful.

Zhou Ping was seduced by her beauty; he gazed at Xiangping with lustful desire, his heart pounding like a deer's. Then, he walked into the bedroom, lost in his own world, and tiptoed to the bedside.

Since his sexual encounter with his sister, Zhou Ping had become addicted to the exquisite pleasure of penetration, and now seeing his mother's naked body before him only fueled his lust.

He hadn't been able to satisfy his desires with his sister for a long time, leaving him ravenous.

Now, with such a plump and tender lamb at his fingertips, Zhou Ping no longer considered any other options.

He stood on the edge of the bed, greedily gazing at his mother's body, and reached out with his right hand, first caressing her buttocks.

Zhou Ping didn't want to steal her; he wanted his mother to cooperate, to use all her skills to satisfy him. Otherwise, rape would be pointless.

His right hand caressed his mother's full buttocks, but she didn't wake up. She was sleeping soundly, a smile playing on her lips, as if having a sweet dream.

Seeing that touching her wouldn't wake his mother, Zhou Ping slid his hand along her buttocks to her overflowing vulva, gently inserting his fingers into Xiangping's sensitive spot and thrusting them in and out a few times.

"Ah..." Xiangping was fast asleep when she suddenly felt something inserted into her vagina.

As if electrocuted, she quickly pulled her plump buttocks away from Zhou Ping's fingers, turning over to face him.

"Ah... Xiaoping... you..." Seeing her son Zhou Ping standing naked by the bed, staring at her,

Xiangping was shocked, her face turning pale with fright. Involuntarily, she covered her breasts with her left hand and her dark pubic hair with her right. The sudden fright made her tremble slightly, her pink legs tightly pressed together.

Xiangping noticed Zhou Ping's fiery gaze fixed on her body. Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and she said angrily, "Xiaoping...how could you...barge into Mom's room...and...all over her..."

Zhou Ping, captivated by his mother's alluring body, was completely oblivious to her words. He climbed onto the bed, drawing closer to her. His intimate actions terrified Xiangping, causing her to shrink back.

Enraged, Xiangping's face turned pale. She said bluntly, "Zhou Ping! Don't come any closer, or I'll tell your father..."

The reason was that Zhou Youshan, usually a stern and unsmiling man, rarely spoke, but when he did, he commanded respect and commanded obedience.

Now, with the old man's authority invoked, Zhou Ping dared not move. Seeing Zhou Ping's obedience, the lewd Xiangping grinned lewdly.

However, Zhou Ping confidently and slowly said, "Oh! You want to tell Dad? Fine, I can let him know that his good wife, while he was away on a business trip south, was secretly seducing men into having sex at home!"

Xiangping was shocked, her large, watery eyes widening in surprise. She wondered if he had already discovered what had happened.

She doubted it; impossible! Absolutely impossible.

So, Xiangping vehemently denied it: "You're talking nonsense... how could I seduce a man..."

"Sigh! Don't be so shameless as to deny it. That man had thick eyebrows and big ears, and he kept calling you a slut. Before I had sex with him, you even sucked his penis, didn't you?"

"If you think I have no evidence, you can deny it, but next time I run into that man on the street, I'll take him to the police station and identify the characteristics of his penis."

Zhou Ping spoke with a sly smile, his eyes fixed on his mother, watching her expression. After hearing these two sentences, Li Xiangping turned pale and speechless, her face flushed crimson.

"If that doesn't work, then I'll do as you wish and tell Dad. Let him judge for himself whether he believes me or you." With that, Zhou Ping lay back, ignoring Xiangping and staring at the ceiling.

Neither of them uttered a sound, remaining silent for a while.

After listening to Zhou Ping's words, Xiangping pondered for a moment, then lowered her head.

After all, Zhou Ping was the Zhou family's precious son, and Zhou Youshan had always valued him highly. Their relationship was one of father and son, but what about Xiangping? She was merely a second wife.

Before Zhou Youshan's serious illness, she was confident he would cherish her, but since his illness and the doctor's prediction that he would be impotent, she had become unimportant.

This was a very serious problem in real life.

Xiangping and Zhou Youshan had no emotional foundation; she married him for his immense wealth. The couple, nearly twenty years apart in age, were indeed devoid of affection.

While Zhou Youshan was still able to consummate their marriage, she didn't complain, but she was devastated when he lost his virility.

At that time, Zhou Youshan asked her if she wanted a divorce. He promised to provide Xiangping and Qianru with a comfortable life if she didn't, but the only condition was that Xiangping must never have an affair. To satisfy her vanity, Xiangping agreed.

However, she eventually succumbed to her pent-up desires and one day, by chance, encountered Lin Jianzhou at the train station—the man she had just seduced and slept with at her home.

The two were instantly aroused and began meeting secretly.

Today, while Zhou was away on a business trip to the south, she intended to catch up with Lin Jianzhou, but overcome by lust, she didn't consider that Zhou Ping was home and they became entangled. This led to their affair being exposed and beyond repair.

Xiangping thought and thought… realizing that forceful methods wouldn't work. So she changed her expression, employing her seductive charm, and said coquettishly, "Ping'er… then… I admit my mistake. I only blame myself for not being able to control my desires, which is why this happened. I hope you won't tell your father. I promise I'll never do it again…"

Her series of sweet and seductive words made Zhou Ping weak all over, and he thought that this slutty mother was already convinced. He turned his head, looked at Xiangping's lewd appearance, and laughed, "Alright, then tell me first, why did you steal a man…"

"This... Since your father and I got married, in the fifth year, your father, due to old age and a serious illness, the doctor said he could no longer have sex, so... so..." Xiangping feigned shyness and hesitated to continue.

"So, your pussy is itchy, and you want a man's cock to relieve it, right?"

"Ping, you're so naughty..." Xiangping cried out softly, seemingly extremely shy, and leaned her body against Zhou Ping. She pressed her flushed face against Zhou Ping's chest, her snow-white and plump body pressing tightly against him. Her hands caressed Zhou Ping's strong muscles, and her two slender legs tightly wrapped around his thighs, like an octopus entwining itself around him.

Zhou Ping was indeed captivated by his beautiful mother. The burning desire in his heart made him unable to resist any longer, and he lowered his head to kiss her beautiful hair.

Xiangping's jet-black hair exuded a delicate orchid fragrance, which intoxicated Zhou Ping, making him lose himself in the moment. His right hand roamed over her smooth, pink back.

"Mom, I know my background. We're not related by blood. Can you let me..."

Xiangping was a long-deprived woman, her desire for sex insatiable. Her hasty encounter with Lin Jianzhou had temporarily relieved her pent-up lust, but now, nestled in Zhou Ping's arms, she was aroused again.

Zhou Ping's strong muscles and youthful energy were irresistible; she had never experienced the pleasure of a young man's penetration. Now, the distinctive scent of a man emanated from under Zhou Ping's armpits, and Xiangping's desire burned like a raging fire in her heart.

"Xiaoping...do you want Mom...to...to...feel good?"

"Yes, I want...I want...I just saw you making love with that man, I was so aroused...give it to me...give it to me..."

Xiangping raised her head, her watery, seductive eyes filled with spring-like desire, looking at Zhou Ping.

Their eyes met, both burning with desire, their passion becoming uncontrollable.

"Ping, then...then...I'll give it to you...my...my body..."

"Okay...Mom...then please comfort me...comfort me!"

"Ping...I love you...I want you..."

This wanton woman, Xiangping was truly wanton.

For them, desire and reason were indistinguishable, they only felt each other's lustful needs, their mutual need for the comfort and possession of the opposite sex.

"Mom...my cock, it's so swollen...so uncomfortable..." "

Come on...good son...then Mom...will...first...give it to you...suck it...suck it...okay..."

Under Zhou Ping's urging, Xiangping said in a coquettish voice to satisfy him.

So, her delicate hands gently caressed his waist, stroking it again and again.

She raised her head, her watery, alluring eyes glancing at Zhou Ping with a seductive, spring-like allure.

"Ping! Are you comfortable?"

Zhou Ping's sensitive lower abdomen, touched and rubbed by Xiang Ping's small hands, fueled his desire even more. His large penis, unable to resist the itch in his heart, trembled with erection.

"Oh… Mom… don't touch me… my penis… it's so hard it hurts…"

Xiang Ping looked at her son, who seemed to be in great pain, and couldn't bear it.

She quickly lowered her head to suckle Zhou Ping's nipples, her delicate hands, which had been caressing his lower abdomen, gradually moved downwards, passing through his thick, dark pubic hair, finally grasping his enormous penis.

"Oh… so good… so wonderful…"

Zhou Ping cried out in pleasure as Xiang Ping's small hands touched his erect, hard, and thick penis.

Xiangping seemed quite experienced in handling a man's penis.

She sat up, facing her son's penis, and with her left thumb and middle finger forming a small circle, she stroked it up and down repeatedly.

Her right index finger gently teased and caressed the swollen glans.

This teasing was something Zhou Ping had never experienced before. Xiangping's skillful touch made him tremble with pleasure, his blood rushing through his veins, his pores spasming as if contracting and relaxing.

"Oh... Mom... you... your little hands... are so good at playing with... your big... big penis..."

Seeing her son's eyes tightly closed, his teeth clenched, his breathing labored, and his face flushed, Xiangping knew he was burning with desire and unable to contain himself.

So, she teased his penis even faster.

Her left hand gripped his penis tightly, and then she began to stroke it with frenzied force.

A few drops of white, glistening precum dripped from the tip of his penis with her right hand. She rubbed it on her palm, then used her soft hand to rub and knead the large glans repeatedly.

The wanton Xiangping, true to her reputation for skill in bed, knew that men loved hearing women's wanton moans, so she deliberately hummed in a coquettish voice:

"Ping... your cock is so hard... so thick... so long... Mommy loves your big cock so much... um... when it's inside me later... Mommy will definitely... feel so good... um... I want to make you... comfortable... so happy..."

These wanton words, along with the small hand moving her large penis, made Zhou Ping love his mother's wantonness to the point of madness.

His extra-large, steel-like penis, stimulated intensely, swelled even thicker, longer, and redder, like a freshly forged iron bar, so red and hard.

Zhou Ping's lust was raging, his whole body trembling as if in agony, his buttocks thrusting upwards in rhythm with Xiang Ping's movements as she stroked his penis.

"Oh... Mom... I feel so good... so good... mmm..."

Xiang Ping watched her son's actions, knowing he was reaching his peak.

So, she unleashed all her skills, facing that thick penis, Xiang Ping felt an indescribable admiration and tenderness.

Even Lin Jianzhou's large penis, which she had seen before, couldn't compare to Zhou Ping's.

Just that large, purplish-red glans alone made her heart flutter; stimulated by the engorgement, the swollen glans was as big as a large egg. If it were to penetrate her later, she'd be in heaven!

"Sigh...this child is a woman's worst nightmare. He's got such a magnificent member; I wonder how many women he'll seduce."

"But if I can hold onto him and make him ecstatic, then I'll definitely be out there seducing men. Having one at home is hundreds of times better than any man outside..."

Xiangping's small hands kept stroking the penis, her mind racing with calculations.

So, Xiangping quickly lowered her head and swallowed. Her hands continued stroking the penis, gently holding it, her cherry-like mouth opening slightly to gently suck on the swollen, red glans.

"Oh! It's so big...I can barely hold it all..."

Even at such a young age, the child understood pleasure.

Her two delicate lips tightly gripped the large glans, filling Xiangping's cheeks. She immediately began to move her head up and down, her small mouth sucking and stroking the glans.

She would occasionally lick the groin with her tongue and suck on the glans, while her right hand cupped her two large, drooping testicles, sucking with her small mouth and rubbing them with her small hand, busy and enjoying herself immensely.

Zhou Ping felt so comfortable that every pore on his body tingled with goosebumps, his glans felt unbearably itchy, his lust intensified, his breathing became rapid, his heart pounded, and he thrust his buttocks forward forcefully.

"Ah...Mom...my darling...your little mouth is so tight...so warm...mmm...it's so good...I'm so happy...yes...tighter...it feels so good...mmm...oh...your big cock feels so good...so comfortable..."

Zhou Ping's big cock was being sucked and teased until he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mom...I want to fuck...fuck your hole...faster...faster..."

He shouted wildly, reached out and lifted Xiang Ping's pink breasts, laid her on her back on the bed, and rolled over to lie on top of her body.

He held Xiang Ping tightly with both hands, showering her face and neck with kisses...

Xiang Ping accepted her son's wild actions, letting out a soft moan as if she couldn't bear it: "Oh...darling...be gentle...mmm...hum...be gentle..."

At this moment, Zhou Ping felt like he was burning with fire, his wildness erupting, and he could no longer hold back.

His lower body writhed restlessly, his thick penis thrusting wildly against her plump vulva.

Driven by lust, Zhou Ping's two enormous hands grasped her full, high breasts, kneading and rubbing them wildly.

Unable to resist the allure of the two bright red nipples, he opened his mouth and sucked on them frantically, gently biting them with his teeth.

Xiang Ping, aroused by his series of teasing, felt a crawling, itchy sensation all over her body, her breathing rapid, and a tingling, tingling sensation in her vagina. She involuntarily twisted her hips, arching her back and moaning, "Ah... um... darling... dear brother... I want your big cock inside... me... um... my pussy is so itchy... it's killing me... hum..."

Zhou Ping, stimulated by Xiang Ping's wanton behavior, became even more unrestrained and wild.

He gripped her large breasts tightly with both hands, kneading and rubbing them wildly. The force made Xiang Ping feel extremely excited and stimulated; her face flushed even more, her vagina overflowed with lustful fluid, and she moaned incessantly.

His thick penis pressed against Xiangping's most sensitive and alluring clitoris, rubbing and thrusting with its large glans.

"Mmm...uh...it's so itchy...oh...darling...I want you...your big penis...insert into Mommy's little cunt...please...my dear son...hum...ah..."

Xiangping swayed wildly, her vagina unbearably itchy, her juices flowing freely, moaning lasciviously. She felt an intense itch in her vagina and desperately needed a large penis to relieve it.

Thus, Xiangping completely abandoned her feigned self-respect, becoming as wanton as a little slut. He quickly reached out and grasped his penis, using his other hand to part her labia and bring the large glans to the wet vaginal opening.

Zhou Ping knew his mother was extremely thirsty and couldn't tease her any longer.

He thrust his hips forward, and with a "squelch," his thick penis was already more than halfway inside.

"Ouch...my dear son...don't move...it hurts!"

Xiangping's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking frail and weak, her hands gripping his broad shoulders.

His large penis was only halfway in when Xiangping groaned. Ignoring her cries, Zhou Ping thrust his hips forward again, and his hard, thick penis was fully inserted.

"Ah...it hurts...your big penis...uh...ouch...it hurts so much...darling...your penis...is too big...I can't take it...ouch...ah..." Her

vagina was swollen and full after his large penis was inserted, the vaginal walls were squeezed and swollen, and her labia minora felt like they were about to tear.

Xiangping had never experienced this before. When Zhou Youshan deflowered her, it was even more painful and stimulating.

Zhou Ping felt that his mother's vagina was like his sister's when he first deflowered her—so tight, so warm.

The tight grip of his thick penis on her labia excited him immensely.

He slipped his hands under Xiangping's armpits, gripping her delicate shoulders tightly. With his penis erect, he thrust his hips forcefully up and down into her wet vagina.

"Ah… Ping… be gentle… hum… it's so full… hum…"

One soft moan after another escaped her lips as his large penis plunged in to its hilt. Xiangping's small vulva gripped his thick shaft tightly.

"Ah… um… darling… it's so full…" Her moans were a mixture of pain and satisfaction.

Dozens of thrusts, each hitting her G-spot, that throbbing clitoris.

The tingling, numb sensation from the constant thrusting lessened the pain of her labia being torn.

Instead, a blissful, intoxicating sensation filled her.

Xiangping's face flushed with desire, her vagina overflowing with juices. The sensation of his glans gently kissing her G-spot was so pleasurable that she trembled, clinging tightly to Zhou Ping.

"Ah... Ping... my dear brother... I feel so good... hum... oh... I love you... thrust into my little cunt... oh..."

A surge of passionate stimulation aroused Xiangping's raging lust.

Xiangping spread her legs wide, her feet on the bed, thrusting her full, plump vulva toward his penis, her round buttocks twisting and swaying like a windmill.

The flowing lustful fluids had already moistened the entire vaginal wall, and the penis inside her cunt was no longer as out of place as it had been at the beginning.

Zhou Ping kissed her fragrant lips, holding his mother tightly, his penis thrusting hard in and out of her opening and closing vagina.

"Ouch... dear brother... um... oh... you're thrusting... my cunt feels so good... my dear son... oh... oh... ouch... your penis is thrusting... thrusting into my flower core... oh..."

Xiangping was driven to ecstasy by Zhou Ping's super-sized, super-standard penis.

She half-closed her watery, seductive eyes, her small mouth slightly parted, her jade-like body swaying, her hands wrapped around her son's body, her plump white buttocks rotating and thrusting upwards.

"Mmm...darling...brother...you're so good at fucking...it feels so good...it's so horny to the bone...oh...so tingly...so beautiful...fuck...fuck again..."

Xiangping moaned, her plump buttocks swaying up and down with the thrusting movements.

The little sister displayed her private parts without reservation .

"Plop! Plop!" The sound of her juices rubbing against his penis, along with Xiangping's frantic moans,

stimulated Zhou Ping's blood to boil even more, his lust surging even more.

He withdrew his hands, knelt on the bed, and tightly hugged her plump buttocks, making her plump, wet vulva even more prominent. He

thrust and pumped like this, straight in and out, hitting her clitoris every time.

Xiangping was so comfortable that she was out of her mind, her whole body trembling violently, moaning incessantly.

"Quick...big cock...dear brother...I love you fucking...oh...hum...I want...I want to cum...ouch...it's so beautiful...ah...I'm cumming...I'm cumming for big cock brother..."

"Ugh...um...no...hum..."

A wave of ecstatic pleasure washed over Xiangping, and she couldn't help but release her vaginal fluids from deep within her womb.

Zhou Ping felt a surge of heat rushing to his glans, a tingling, itchy sensation.

"Mom! Are you comfortable?"

"Ugh! You're still talking! I almost died."

Xiangping released her vaginal fluids comfortably, now completely exhausted, her body soft and weak, covered in fragrant sweat, panting heavily, indescribably alluring and beautiful.

"Mom! So, do you like me?"

This question made Xiangping blush, and she quickly wrapped her pink buttocks tightly around Zhou Ping, saying coquettishly:

"Ping! I like...I love you...I love your big cock...but it's so bad...I'm scared...but I love it..."

These wanton movements and soft moans aroused Zhou Ping's desire once more. His large penis throbbed restlessly inside her warm, wet vagina.

Xiang Ping felt his penis twitching inside her vagina, knowing he wasn't satisfied.

She swayed her pink buttocks slightly, giving him a flirtatious wink, "Ping! Your penis hasn't gone soft... is it... you want to penetrate me again..."

Then she smiled shyly, "As long as you want... Mom can let you penetrate me again... Ping! You know what? I love you so much... I want my son... to enjoy Mom's alluring body..."

Zhou Ping found his mother incredibly adorably wanton. Moreover, he hadn't had enough of his mother's body.

"Mom, I want to change positions, okay?"

"Hmm! As long as you like, Mom will do it..."

Hearing his mother's willing agreement, Zhou Ping felt an indescribable affection for her, cherishing this incomparably beautiful rose in his heart. Involuntarily, his hands moved up and down her fair, tender body.

"Mom, let's go somewhere else, to the wall, and stand while we do it, okay?"

"This...is that alright?" Xiangping had never tried her son's suggestion before.

She only knew that most sexual positions involved lying, kneeling, or prone on the bed, and she didn't know there was a standing position, so she was both doubtful and eager to try.

"Sure! Don't you know that men and women often use this position when they're having an affair?" As he spoke, Zhou Ping quickly pulled out his large penis, got up from the bed, and took his mother's arm.

Xiangping, tempted by his words, couldn't help but want to try it too, especially since she was already promiscuous and seductive, and she wanted to experience the pleasure even more.

So, the two of them got off the bed, and Zhou Ping, supporting his mother's shoulders, walked to the corner of the wall.

Xiangping was gently pushed by her son, and her back pressed against the wall. Then, Zhou Ping, with his thick penis erect, pressed his hands against her slender waist, and his lips pressed against his mother's cherry lips, exploring her fragrant tongue.

An overwhelming warmth welled up in Xiangping's heart with Zhou Ping's kiss. She couldn't resist, wrapping her arms around her son's neck and responding to his kiss. A

passionate, deep kiss ensued, and Xiangping's delicate tongue darted out, which Zhou Ping immediately captured, sucking it with abandon. Their bodies pressed together, entwined in a passionate embrace .

After kissing for a while, Zhou Ping gently withdrew his tongue and whispered in his mother's ear, "Mom! Hold me tighter, then lift your left leg."

It was the first time she'd used this position, and Xiangping's cheeks flushed with shyness, letting out a soft moan. She gently wrapped her arms around her son's neck and slowly lifted her left leg.

Zhou Ping smiled, extending his right hand to support her raised left leg, while his left hand guided his penis, the glans already, glistening with her wetness, pressing against the entrance of her vagina.

"Ugh... Ping... be gentle... this position feels so tight inside my vagina!"

Seeing that he was ready to penetrate her, Xiangping's heart pounded wildly. Her face flushed red, and her big, watery eyes darted around her son as she whispered,

"Mom! Don't worry, I'll make you feel so good you'll ejaculate!"

"Hmm... you're

so naughty..." Because Zhou Ping was tall and strong, while Xiangping was of average build, only reaching his shoulder

, Zhou Ping held her left leg with his right hand, grasped his large penis with his left, aimed it at her opening, bent his legs forward, and thrust his hips forward.

"Thud!" With a sound, a thick, long penis slid into her vagina.

"Oh... so full... ugh... hmph..."

Zhou Ping thrust his hips forward forcefully, so hard that the large, round glans pressed heavily against her clitoris, causing Xiangping to groan.

After his penis entered her plump vagina, he grabbed his mother's slender waist with his left hand, and began to sway his hips from side to side, thrusting forward and backward, wildly and forcefully pumping in and out.

"Oh...darling...this feeling...is so...beautiful...so comfortable..."

Xiangping's legs were on the ground, although her left leg was raised high by her son, this position caused the muscles of her vaginal walls to tighten, and her vagina could not open too wide.

Therefore, Xiangping's bright red and plump vulva appeared relatively tight, and the hard penis was inserted to the very root into her narrow vulva. She felt that her vaginal walls were filled to the brim and stretched tightly, which made her feel extremely comfortable, and she couldn't help but gently twist her hips. When

the little sister began to display her private parts without reservation

, the two of them were not yet skilled in this position, and could only cooperate with gentle twisting and slow thrusting.

After a while of thrusting, their lust flared up again. Driven by their mutual craving, the speed of their thrusts and the rhythmic swaying of their hips increased dramatically. Xiangping's moans grew louder.

"Ah…ah…big cock brother…hum…um…my pussy feels so good…so good…um…brother…your cock…is so thick…um…my pussy…is so…numb…and itchy…so comfortable…hum…"

Xiangping's cheeks flushed crimson from the intense penetration, her expression wanton, her moans continuous.

The wetness inside her vagina was exhilarating; gushes of vaginal fluid flowed out like surging waves, pressing against Zhou Ping's pubic hair. She felt incredibly lubricated inside, and Zhou Ping thrust his hips even more violently, his labia opening and closing with a series of wet, sizzling sounds.

"Brother...brother...hum...sister feels so...so good...oh...your cock is so deep...mmm...big cock son...my legs are sore...ouch...it's inside my...uterus...sister has...no strength left...hum...uh..."

Xiangping tightly hugged Zhou Ping's neck with both hands, her right foot on the ground, her left foot held up by his right hand, her snow-white flesh pressed tightly against her ear by Zhou Ping's strong body.

Her plump and full vagina was being constantly pounded by his big cock, the vaginal walls being rubbed by the thick and hard cock, her clitoris being rapidly struck by the large glans like raindrops, making her feel like she was in heaven, beautiful to the point of ecstasy.

"ouch...Ping...darling...I have no strength left...ouch...it's hitting...my clitoris again...uh...you're so bad...oh...hum..."

Standing on one leg was really too much for the pampered Xiangping.

Every time her right leg went weak and her knee bent forward, her body sank down, and her clitoris was stimulated, causing her to tremble all over, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, her mouth wide open, and she cried out in pleasure.

Zhou Ping, seeing her unbearable thirst, seemed to feel the satisfaction of a conqueror.

So, he reached out and forcefully lifted Xiang Ping's jade feet off the ground.

Xiang Ping then clung to his neck like a monkey climbing a tree, her two pink legs wrapped tightly around Zhou Ping's waist, her tender and smooth body tightly wrapped around him.

His thick and long penis stood erect, inserted directly into her vagina.

Zhou Ping's strong arms embraced her smooth and delicate buttocks, his legs firmly planted on the ground.

"Oh... Brother... Good husband... This position... It's killing me... Hmph... Push... Oh... Big cock... Oh... Hmph..."

Already aroused, Xiangping was further stimulated by his special position and strong, large cock, becoming even more wanton and seductive, her plump buttocks swaying up and down incessantly.

Because of Xiangping's delicate nature, each powerful downward thrust of her buttocks caused the large glans to press deep into her uterus, making her face flush even redder, and feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her, a blissful sensation that penetrated to her very bones.

"Oh...so...so good...so good...oh...I feel so good...so beautiful...oh...faster...faster...I can't hold back anymore...hum...um..."

Seeing that Xiangping seemed to be about to climax again, Zhou Ping quickly hugged her delicate body and turned to walk towards the edge of the bed.

Reaching the bedside, he bent down and pressed his upper body against Xiangping's, lifting her plump, jade-like buttocks high in the air, and began thrusting vigorously. His

large glans pressed against her clitoris, grinding and rotating relentlessly.

"Ugh...such a big cock...dear husband...little sister...I'm so happy...hum...ah...my clitoris is being pounded...oh...oh...it feels so good...ah...ah..."

The large glans thrust against her clitoris, the large cock forcefully penetrating her clitoris.

All of this greatly pleased Xiangping. Her hair was disheveled, her face flushed, and she swayed from side to side, panting heavily. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, as if she wanted to tear them apart. Her seemingly unbearable yet alluringly seductive state was enough to drive anyone to lust and make their soul fly to the heavens.

Suddenly…

“Ouch… Brother… Hmm… Ugh… Sister can’t… take it… Ugh… Faster… Thrust harder… Ouch… Ouch… I’m going to lose it… Ah… Lost it… Lost it… Ugh… Brother… Ah… Ah… Ah…”

Unable to withstand the intense stimulation, Xiangping screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Her whole body convulsed, her uterus contracted strongly, and waves of hot vaginal fluid gushed out.

Stimulated by the thick, hot vaginal fluid, Zhou Ping felt a tingling numbness in his lower back. With a final, desperate thrust, his glans went numb, his lower back contracted, and a gush of hot semen shot out, shooting deep into Xiang Ping's core, causing her to moan repeatedly, her body going limp.

"Oh…oh…brother…you…came too…oh…um…so hot…so strong…um…hum…"

After a period of intense pleasure, both were exhausted. Zhou Ping quickly got up, and after cleaning up, Xiang Ping, having been with two men, fell asleep, exhausted.

Zhou Ping wanted to go for a second round, but seeing that Xiang Ping was too tired to speak, he got out of bed, left the bedroom, and returned to his own room to rest.

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The rainy season had long since passed under the warm sunshine.

Now, it was the hot month of May, and the earth was a vibrant new scene.

Since Zhou Ping had consecutive affairs with his stepmother and sister, he was able to satisfy his sexual desires in bed and fulfill his sense of heroism, releasing years of pent-up frustration.

However, due to their mother-son relationship, Zhou Ping always held Xiang Ping in awe, and because of his father, he dared not act recklessly.

Although Xiang Ping, after her intimate encounter with Zhou Ping, felt the vitality and boundless energy of youth from him, she became addicted to him and relentlessly pursued him.

Zhou Ping, however, often politely refused her, because at least he still had his sister Qianru, and he dared not face the public opinion that would criticize him for incest and adultery with his mother.

Today, it was another scorching hot day.

Zhou Ping, a student with nothing to do, habitually went to the First Café. When he stepped into the café, Lin Youxiang greeted him with a welcoming smile.

"I've been waiting for you, knowing you'd come today!"

Lin Youxiang was a man in his thirties with dark skin and a thin face. He was a regular at this café.

This café, with its reasonable prices, elegant decor, and soft atmosphere, often attracted intellectuals who would quietly contemplate and listen to light music. So, on several occasions when it was crowded, Zhou Ping and Lin Youxiang sat at the same table and got to know each other.

After exchanging names, he introduced himself as a painter, which Zhou Ping readily believed when he saw the ink stains on his fingernails. After a couple of intimate conversations, Zhou Ping and Lin Youxiang hit it

off immediately

. From then on, because Lin Youxiang was slightly older, Zhou Ping called him "Big Brother."

"Hey! Big Brother Lin, long time no see!"

Zhou Ping greeted Lin Youxiang as soon as he saw him, pulling out the chair from their table and sitting down.

"Brother Lin, you were waiting for me. Is there something you need?"

"Nothing much, really. I was just feeling down today, so I came out for a walk by myself. I've been sitting here idly for half the day, and then I remembered you didn't have class today, so I figured you'd come. That's why I was waiting for you here..."

Zhou Ping thought about it and realized he had indeed told him that he didn't have class on Wednesdays and spent most of his time at this café.

"Brother Lin, how many paintings have you finished lately?"

"I just finished two recently. Now that I'm done, I have some free time and want to rest a bit before painting again."

Zhou Ping and Lin Youxiang chatted like this, talking about all sorts of random things for a while, until the horns and cars outside started to blare.

It was already past six o'clock, the sky was dim, and the neon lights on both sides of the street were illuminating the road with a colorful glow. The crowds of people leaving work were gradually increasing. Everyone was rushing to get back to their warm homes.

Lin Youxiang glanced at his watch on his left wrist and said to Zhou Ping,

"Zhou Ping, it's getting dark, let's go out for dinner!"

"Okay!"

Zhou Ping thought to himself, going home so early would mean Qianru would have to work overtime, and facing a stern father and a lewd mother would make him uncomfortable, so he readily agreed.

Lin Youxiang stood up, paid the bill at the counter, then put his arm around Zhou Ping's shoulder, and the two walked happily out of the coffee shop towards the Brothers Hotel.

Along the way, they chatted amicably, Lin Youxiang treating Zhou Ping like a brother.

Entering the hotel, they went up to the second floor and sat down at a table near the stage, ordering a few dishes and a bottle of No. 2 whiskey.

The waiter brought the food, and Lin Youxiang and Zhou Ping sat down and enjoyed their meal.

"Zhou Ping! Have you ever had any experience touching a woman's skin?"

Lin Youxiang suddenly asked a strange question.

Zhou Ping was stunned by the question.

He had already had sexual relations with two women, one his sister and the other his mother. Although they weren't related by blood, their established relationship couldn't be erased.

He hesitated for a moment, unable to speak, and could only lower his head, pretending to glance at his watch.

"Hey, it's 9:30!"

"Ha! Ha! Drinking and wasting time, almost made me late."

Lin Youxiang laughed loudly, also glancing at his watch, his face showing an expression as if he suddenly remembered something he hadn't done.

"Brother Lin! What did you do wrong?"

Zhou Ping, seeing his flustered expression, quickly asked with concern.

"Zhou Ping, to be honest, I have a girlfriend who's also a painter. We often collaborate on paintings, which she then sells. Those paintings are quite popular!"

Lin Youxiang said proudly, a joyful expression on his face.

Hearing this, Zhou Ping was quite puzzled.

Since their paintings sell so well, how could they be unknown?

"We had a very pleasant collaboration at the desk, so..."

"So what?!"

Zhou Ping asked anxiously when he saw Lin Youxiang hesitate to continue.

"So, naturally, we ended up collaborating in bed! Tonight is the perfect time for our rendezvous!"

Lin Youxiang said, his face slightly flushed.

"Then, please go ahead. I just wanted to see your work. Since it's not possible today, we can do it another day!"

"No! Let me finish. My girlfriend, her name is Fangzi, she's a Japanese woman, twenty-three years old this year. Although her appearance is ordinary, her skin is round and smooth, her curves are exquisite, and she's quite attractive."

Zhou Ping felt that what he was saying was getting more and more outrageous, so he quickly said,

"Brother Lin! Are you drunk! She's your girlfriend, no matter how attractive she is, why tell me?"

"No! Zhou Ping, there's more to this! Fangzi is very trendy. Bold, she often likes the double-horse position in bed, and over time it has become an addiction, she can't enjoy anything else."

Lin Youxiang picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and continued:

"She repeatedly told me that I must bring an assistant whenever we meet! I think you're very suitable, and we get along very well, so I'd like to ask you for help. Actually, you can also enjoy some different flavors, why not? Fangzi might have some leftover paper on hand, you can take a look too!"

"Hey! Brother Lin! You've been talking for so long, and I still don't know what 'two horses on the same stake' means?"

"Two horses on the same stake means two men serving one woman at the same time!"

Zhou Ping was a man with sexual experience, and after a little thought, he immediately understood what it meant, but hearing this for the first time, he couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"How can this be?" "Ha! Ha! Zhou Ping, don't worry, if I say it's okay, then it's okay."

" Then Brother Lin! 'Two horses on the same stake' is a new term you invented, is it?" Zhou Ping felt that the name seemed a bit inappropriate, so he asked again. "I didn't invent it. The term 'two horses on the same stake' has long been recorded in ancient books." "Ancient books? Then why haven't I read them?" Zhou Ping thought to himself that he was already a senior in college, so if Lin Youxiang was talking about ancient books, why wouldn't he have read them? He was suspicious. "Ha! Zhou Ping! Don't be unconvinced. The ancient books I mentioned aren't ours, but products of the Japanese islands." Seeing his suspicious look, Lin Youxiang laughed and continued. However, after hearing what he said, Zhou Ping understood a little. Fangzi was a Japanese woman, so the term "two horses on the same stake" was something Fangzi had told him. "Oh! Brother Lin, didn't Fangzi tell you?" "Yes! She said that during the Edo period in Japan, Lady Hishikawa, the wife of the lord of An'o County, was also fond of this. One night, the lord discovered her and killed the adulterer who was attacking her in front of her. A monk who was attacking her from behind took the opportunity to escape. It is recorded in history that this position was very popular at that time, so the name 'two horses on the same stake' has long been classic." "Oh...oh...yes...yes..." Zhou Ping was young and curious. Listening to Lin Youxiang's eloquent description, his heart was pounding like a deer, and his blood was rushing through his body. He had a feeling of impulse. Knowing that he was already tempted, Lin Youxiang urged Zhou Ping, "Let's go. It's good to see the world." As he spoke, Lin Youxiang pulled Zhou Ping away from the hotel, hailed a taxi, and Zhou Ping reluctantly followed Lin Youxiang into the car. The taxi sped towards a hotel on the outskirts of Taipei. Upon arriving at the hotel, the two paid the bill and got out of the car. Lin Youxiang, as if he knew the way well, held Zhou Ping's arm as if afraid he would run away, and led Zhou Ping straight to the ninth floor. Reaching room 907, Lin Youxiang pressed the doorbell. A sweet, womanly voice came from inside, "Who is it?" Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, his palms sweating profusely. After all, Zhou Ping was still a young man, lacking Lin Youxiang's experience and maturity. And now, he was there to "help out," and doing this in front of others, enjoying a woman with another man, was truly unsettling… Zhou Ping's heart pounded with anxiety. Before he could finish his thought, the door opened. "Darling! It's you! Come in!" The woman who opened the door, seeing Lin Youxiang and Zhou Ping, quickly stepped back, waving her hand in welcome, while her alluring eyes fixed on Zhou Ping. Lin Youxiang turned back and smiled at Zhou Ping, winking at him, and said, "Zhou Ping, come in!" The two then entered the room, and Fangzi invited them to sit on the sofa, bringing over two cups of coffee. Just as Lin Youxiang had said, Fangzi's appearance was only average, but her fair and rosy body, her firm breasts under her bathrobe, her incredibly slender waist, her plump buttocks, and her long, white thighs... a very alluring and seductive woman, captivated Zhou Ping's heart. "Fangzi, let me introduce you. This is my assistant tonight, Zhou Ping." "Mr. Zhou, hello." Fangzi knew Zhou Ping was there to act as the rearguard, and her watery, seductive eyes constantly sent him flirtatious glances. She smiled sweetly and nodded affectionately, greeting him. "Do you have any paintings left over? Let Zhou Ping admire them." Lin Youxiang said, taking out two cigarettes and offering one to Zhou Ping. Fangzi took a booklet from her bag and placed it on the table in front of Zhou Ping. "There's only one booklet left. Because of its high price, it hasn't sold yet. Mr. Zhou, please take a look." Zhou Ping, while puffing on his cigarette, flipped through the booklet, becoming completely engrossed . Every page and every picture depicted various sexual positions between men and women. The expressions of the figures in this erotic picture book were all vivid and lifelike. Only now did Zhou Ping realize that these two weren't professional painters, but rather professional erotic artists. Just as Zhou Ping was absorbed in looking at the erotic picture book, Lin Youxiang and Fangzi went to the bathroom together for a shower. The vivid pictures were incredibly realistic. Even the large penises and plump vulvas were depicted with such lifelike detail, especially the alluring women in the pictures. Their intoxicated and wanton states aroused Zhou Ping's lustful desires. After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Ping looked at the picture book again and again, truly captivated by it. Suddenly, he heard Lin Youxiang's voice calling out: "Zhou Ping, that's enough! Stop looking! What's the point of looking at those pictures for pleasure when there are living women around?" Hearing this, Zhou Ping was jolted awake from his erotic dream. He saw Lin Youxiang, having finished bathing, wearing only underwear, embracing Fangzi, who was wearing a bathrobe, as they emerged from the bathroom and walked towards him. The young woman was displaying her private parts without reservation.

"Okay...okay..." Zhou Ping stammered, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Seeing Zhou Ping's awkward expression, the seductive Fangzi couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hehe!"

This made Zhou Ping quickly close the sketchbook and put it on the table, his handsome face, already red, drooping even lower.

"Alright! Zhou Ping, go take a shower too, we're waiting for you."

Lin Youxiang knew this was the first time he'd encountered such a situation; after all, he was still a student, easily embarrassed, and couldn't bear to see Zhou Ping so flustered. So he told Zhou Ping to go take a shower.

Hearing Brother Lin's words, Zhou Ping sheepishly entered the bathroom and quickly closed the door.

Standing in the bathroom, he felt the room's decor was very high-class, which made him feel more comfortable. He quickly took a deep breath to calm his impulsive and shy emotions.

After taking a comfortable shower, Zhou Ping put his underwear back on.

As Zhou Ping was about to put his clothes back on, he remembered that Lin Youxiang had left looking like this. Emboldened, he decided against dressing properly and simply walked out, clothes in hand.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the sight of Lin Youxiang and Fangzi on the bed left him speechless and stunned.

Lin Youxiang was kneeling between Fangzi's legs, his head bowed, mouth wide open, his long tongue gently swirling, sucking, and licking at Fangzi's rosy, glistening, tender clitoris, labia, and vulva…

Fangzi, lying on her back, possessed a smooth, soft body, her breasts round and full. Snow-white and full, the two cherry-like nipples slightly upturned, their pink areolas so alluring against the white flesh, igniting a man's lust.

Looking down, past her slender waist and smooth abdomen, down to her inner thighs

, a tuft of glossy black pubic hair grew on her rounded mons pubis. Her two plump, shapely legs were spread wide, and Lin Youxiang's head was resting on them.

Lin Youxiang's sucking made Fangzi feel like insects were crawling all over her body, her whole body throbbing restlessly, her face flushed as she swayed from side to side, seemingly in a state of unbearable itching.

Zhou Ping felt a surge of lust watching this, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

He walked out of the bathroom, but Lin Youxiang and Fangzi didn't notice, preoccupied with their own enjoyment.

After watching for a while, Zhou Ping's lust intensified. His penis, stimulated by the hot and sensual scene before him, became erect, slowly engorged with blood, and grew hard and thick.

"You...you guys..."

Zhou Ping couldn't bear this arousing sight, and he stammered, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Youxiang and Fangzi, who were lost in ecstasy on the bed, enjoying the gushing fluids from her vagina, their bodies limp and weak, were awakened by his voice.

But Youxiang didn't stop, nor did he turn to look at Zhou Ping; his mouth remained on her vagina, sucking and licking.

Fangzi finally opened her alluring eyes, meeting Zhou Ping's gaze.

"Zhou Ping…come on…take off your underwear…get on the bed…"

a sweet voice rang out, and Zhou Ping quickly took off his underwear, letting his erect penis breathe some fresh air.

Once the pants were off, a huge penis, already hard as a giant flashlight, was presented before the lustful Fangzi.

Fangzi trembled at the sight, thinking to herself, "Ah! What a big penis!"

In fact, Lin Youxiang's penis was already thick and long enough, but compared to Zhou Ping's, it paled in comparison.

Zhou Ping's penis was truly terrifying. To be conservative, it was about nine inches long and as thick as the handle of a baseball bat. The glans was a bright red, like a duck egg, and the groin was deep, like a tiger's penis.

Fangzi felt weak all over

at the sight, and her heart stirred with desire. She thought that if it were inserted into her anus later, she would surely burst from the swelling. But such a thick and long penis was something she had never seen before, and it would be a pity not to enjoy it.

Her two watery, seductive eyes stared at his hard, thick, and extra-large member, and a blush rose on her face. She forgot that Youxiang was licking her vulva.

Fangzi, with her beautiful eyes and a shy face, beckoned to him and said,

"Mr. Zhou... come on... let me suck your big penis and make you feel good, feel good..."

Hearing that she wanted to taste his penis, Zhou Ping quickly climbed onto the bed.

He knelt on the bed, making Fangzi's pink face face his large penis.

Fangzi deliberately gave him a flirtatious wink, then sat up, supporting herself on the bed with her left hand, and reached out her right hand to grasp his penis, thrusting it hard a few times.

Zhou Ping was aroused, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

Fangzi had intended to flaunt her beauty, praising Zhou Ping's penis for its magnificent and intimidating size.

However, Youxiang was currently sucking on her wet, tender vagina, and to avoid hurting his pride, Fangzi swallowed her words.

Instead, she used her nimble little hand to tightly grip Zhou Ping's penis, her flirtatious eyes lightly alluring him, giving him a suggestive, lewd smile as a term of endearment.

This made Zhou Ping's blood boil even more; his already swollen penis, under her tight grip, became even harder, the veins bulging, like a thick water snake writhing in her small hand.

Fangzi watched, her heart itching with desire. She gripped the penis tightly, brought her lips to it, and gently sucked on the glistening red head.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, taking the hard penis into her mouth, holding it tightly, and moving the head up and down.

Fangzi had naturally small, cherry-like mouths; the large penis in her mouth gave her a strange pleasure—warm, soft, and incredibly comfortable.

Zhou Ping was stimulated until his whole body went numb.

Wang Qian reached out and grasped her two firm, smooth breasts, kneading them.

The three of them played this erotic game in turn, the entire suite filled with the atmosphere of spring. The lust

of the lovely subtropical hottie,

the two men and one woman, ignited like dry tinder… burning so intensely that none of them could bear it.

Lin Youxiang was the first to succumb to his lust, quickly standing up and kneeling before Fangzi.

Lifting Fangzi's jade-like legs with both hands, he thrust his large penis towards her wet, gushing opening, and with a thrust of his hips, "Swoosh!" his penis slid in completely, followed by vigorous thrusting.

"Ugh...ugh...hum..."

Fangzi's vagina, penetrated by his penis, seemed to want to moan as Youxiang forcefully thrust into her.

However, with an extra-large penis in her mouth, her cheeks tingled and swollen, she couldn't make a sound, only letting out muffled groans through her rapid breathing.

"Oh...ugh...mmm...ugh..."

Youxiang knew that Fangzi was an incredibly wanton and lustful woman, usually extremely seductive, and that he often found himself ejaculating and becoming weak and powerless under her influence.

To vent the shame and resentment he felt from being humiliated by her, coupled with Zhou Ping's prowess today, Lin Youxiang felt that it would be ungentlemanly not to avenge this.

He gripped Fangzi's legs tightly with both hands, his large penis thrusting in and out as if it were empty, going all the way to the root, occasionally pressing the head of his penis against the most sensitive spot deep inside her vagina, his buttocks pressing and grinding against it.

This aroused Fangzi greatly, causing her to gush with lust, her clitoris throbbing wildly, her round and plump buttocks thrusting upwards and twisting wildly in response.

"Ugh! Ugh... Hmm... Hmph... Hmm... Hmm..."

Fangzi gasped, her face flushed.

Zhou Ping's huge penis was inside Fangzi's small, fragrant lips, and before her eyes was a vivid erotic scene. Youxiang's huge penis was thrusting in and out with tremendous force, making Fangzi's jade body tremble wildly, her slender waist twist wildly, and her plump, protruding vulva thrusting forward forcefully. This lewd posture made Zhou Ping's eyes burn with lust.

Unable to resist the temptation of Fangzi's beautiful body, Zhou Ping quickly grabbed Fangzi's pink nipples with both hands, pulled his buttocks back, and pulled his extra-large penis out of her mouth, Fangzi's mouth full of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"Brother Lin! I want to have my ass inserted too..."

Zhou Ping said to Lin Youxiang, who was busy inserting his penis into her anus.

Fangzi, her body limp, upon hearing that an extra-large penis was about to be inserted into her anus, hurriedly pleaded in a soft, panting voice:

"Oh... Mr. Zhou... no... no... your penis... is too thick... too long... please... insert it into my wet hole... let... let... Youxiang insert it into my anus... um..."

Although it wasn't the first time Fangzi's anus had been penetrated by a penis, Zhou Ping's penis was truly terrifying. She thought that if it were really inserted, that would be...

"Zhou Ping, ignore this slut's moans..."

Such a soft, pleading voice did not move Youxiang at all. He urged Zhou Ping:

"Don't worry that this slut can't handle it. She wishes that a man would insert it into her anus every day. Quick! I'll prepare the position first. Zhou Ping, just insert it whenever you see an anus."

After saying that, Youxiang bent down, his two strong arms tightly wrapped around Fangzi, and forcefully flipped her over.

Fangzi's soft, panting body was now on top of Youxiang.

However, Youxiang's penis continued to thrust and pound relentlessly, causing the tender little hole to churn and swell with red flesh.

Zhou Ping no longer cared about Fangzi's life or death. He turned around and knelt behind the two of them, looking at Fangzi's snow-white, plump buttocks. He reached out and gently stroked her buttocks, finding them very smooth and soft.

Fangzi trembled with fear at Zhou Ping's touch. Her body was held by Youxiang, and she couldn't break free. She could only twist and turn her pink buttocks to avoid him, her small mouth softly uttering:

"Ugh... Oh... Mr. Zhou,... please... don't insert it into her anus... as long as... you don't insert it... I'll make you feel good enough... hum... please..."

"Zhou Ping... don't listen to her... insert it quickly... quickly apply the ointment... insert it into her anus..."

One person urged, while the other pleaded desperately, leaving Zhou Ping in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

Just as he was hesitating…

“Zhou Ping… hurry up… haven’t you ever penetrated a woman’s anus before?… This is a rare opportunity… what are you still considering…”

Lin Youxiang’s words reminded him of his dream.

Looking at Fangzi’s alluring flesh, her white and tender buttocks, Zhou Ping was truly tempted.

So he made up his mind, using the Vaseline ointment that Lin Youxiang had prepared beforehand, scooped out a handful, smeared it on his palm, and then spread it on his penis.

It made his entire penis greasy and slippery, truly like a large water snake.

He then scooped out another handful of ointment and applied it to Fangzi’s narrow anus.

With just that gentle application, Fangzi was already trembling with nervousness, her slender waist swaying violently, her buttocks shaking uncontrollably.

In a panic, she cried out,

"No...no...please...Mr. Zhou...no...big-cocked husband...don't insert...sister...can't...no..."

Before Fangzi could finish her lewd moans, Zhou Ping had already decided to mount her with his penis.

He grasped the thick, hard penis in his right hand: the glans was right at the entrance of her anus, and he gently rubbed it left and right, up and down.

This time, Fangzi couldn't take it anymore.

With Youxiang's penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, the walls of her vagina were being scraped by the glans, making them feel both numb and incredibly pleasurable.

Now, Zhou Ping's mushroom-shaped glans was constantly rubbing against her anus, making Fangzi feel so good that she was out of her mind, her whole body trembling violently, and she cried out in a lewd voice,

"Oh...two dear brothers...mmm...oh...it's so good...it's so wonderful...hum...my buttocks are so itchy...oh...so good...ah..."

Fangzi's narrow anus had long had a fetish for being penetrated by a big penis.

The adorable subtropical hottie

was now being rubbed, ground, and turned on by a large, round glans, making it hard for her to control herself.

The itching in her anus not only went deep into her heart but also spread to the depths of her uterus and then throughout her entire body, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Fangzi's alluring eyes were half-closed, almost slits, her breathing was heavy, her small mouth made continuous moans, her whole body was burning hot, and her jade body was twisting wildly. A feeling of beauty she had never experienced before washed over her.

"Ah! Uh... good... good... brother... you're inserting it so well... sister... it's itchy... and comfortable... um... um..."

Lying beneath her, Youxiang clung tightly to Fangzi with his hands, his buttocks thrusting upwards, his large penis thrusting in and out of her red, trembling jade gate.

Zhou Ping, kneeling behind Fangzi's buttocks, also pressed down on her snow-white buttocks, his glans rubbing against her anus for a while, making her little anus incredibly slippery.

So, he straightened his body, aimed his glans at her anus, and thrust his hips forward.

"Ugh... um... Brother Zhou... hmph... your big glans is inside... my anus... ugh... it's so full... oh... my little hole is so beautiful... um... I'm going to die..."

After Zhou Ping pushed his big glans into her tight anus, in order to alleviate Fangzi's pain, he dared not thrust his penis any further, but only swayed his hips from side to side, gently poking and rotating his glans at the opening of her anus.

The fiery stimulation from both ends aroused Fangzi even more, and she twisted and swayed her buttocks wildly, her body tightly wrapped around Youxiang, her hands pounding the bed, her little mouth constantly moaning:

"Mmm... dear man... so comfortable... brother... sister is going to die... mmm... hum... good cock husband... fucking little sister to death... darling... oh... brother... hum... stop... can't fuck anymore..."

Lin Youxiang saw that Fangzi had reached the extreme of lust and knew that she was about to lose herself.

He held Fangzi's buttocks tightly, pressing down hard, his buttocks moving like a motor, thrusting his penis in and out, urging Zhou Ping:

"Hmph... Zhou Ping... hurry... this little... little slut is about to cum... let's... fuck... this cunt to death... hmph... hmph... hurry... hurry..."

At this moment, Zhou Ping finally mustered his strength, slowly thrusting his buttocks forward, his enormous penis gradually being pushed into her anus, slowly inch by inch, until finally his large penis was fully inserted into her fragrant anus. After his large

penis was inserted into her tight anus, Zhou Ping began to sway his buttocks from side to side, causing his penis to rub and rotate against the walls of her anus.

This caused Fangzi's body to spasm, feeling as if her vagina and anus were being penetrated by two large penises at the same time, especially her anus, which was stretched and burned, a sensation that was both sore and painful beyond description.

She reached out and touched Zhou Ping's thigh behind her, while making soft moans:

"Ugh... dear brother... oh... I'm going to be... you guys fuck me to death... oh... I can't take it... hmph... oh..."

Lin Youxiang and Zhou Ping worked together seamlessly, thrusting and twisting as they fucked each other.

Fangzi closed her eyes, her beautiful body writhing wildly.

Her white, tender buttocks rotated incessantly from side to side.

One of her plump vulvas was being penetrated by Lin Youxiang's penis, the bright red flesh of her vagina turning inside out.

Zhou Ping's huge penis was also pounding and twisting her plump buttocks.

Fangzi was being penetrated by these two strong men until her whole body went limp, the fiery stimulation making her moan incessantly.

"Brother... darling... darling husband... ah... I'm dying of pleasure... ouch... my little hole... is being pushed... um... I'm going to die... darling... hmph..."

After Zhou Ping and Lin Youxiang had penetrated her more than fifty times at the same time, Fangzi's moans went from high to low.

At the same time, her swaying body slowly slowed down, her eyes were languid, her lips were full of lust, and her forehead was covered in fragrant sweat.

The experienced Lin Youxiang knew that Fangzi was about to ejaculate.

He hurriedly shouted,

"Zhou Ping! Hurry...make her lose it...hurry...hurry..."

Therefore, Zhou Ping's buttocks twisted even faster, coordinating with Lin Youxiang's thrusting movements, frantically pounding Fangzi's anus.

Soon, Fangzi was so weak from being fucked that her whole body was covered in cold sweat, her eyes tightly closed, and her juices splashing everywhere.

Suddenly, she felt waves of piercing itchiness, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed from her cervix.

She cried out,

"Ah...ah...I...I've given it to you...uh...my little hole is...it's been fucked to death...ah...ah..."

With a cry, a terrifying, thunderous sound,

Fangzi's hair was disheveled, her eyes rolled back, her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, white fluid flowed from her mouth, and she fainted, unconscious.

After Fangzi fell, her white and tender flesh pressed against Lin Youxiang's body.

Seeing Fangzi's unbearable pleasure and unconsciousness, he felt a release of years of pent-up resentment.

In a state of joy and relaxation, his penis trembled uncontrollably.

He felt a tingling, itchy sensation on his glans,

and as his pores relaxed, thick semen, throbbing with each thrust, rushed towards her core. After ejaculating, Lin Youxiang, exhausted from the exercise and his usual excessive sexual activity, felt a tingling, drowsy sensation throughout his body.

He hurriedly asked,

"Zhou Ping…you…did you ejaculate…?"

Lin Youxiang's question stunned Zhou Ping.

He had seen Fangzi's body tremble before she fainted.

The penis in his anus and Lin Youxiang's penis inside her vagina were separated only by a thin layer of flesh; Zhou Ping could feel the violent tremors of Lin Youxiang's penis during ejaculation. However, after their

pleasurable

climax, only he remained energetic, his penis still erect as usual.

Zhou Ping's magnetic charm was hard to describe, so he could only mumble in agreement:

"Um...I...I...haven't..."

Lin Youxiang, however, had no interest in this little brother.

He quickly crawled out from under Fangzi, lazily lying down beside her delicate body, and turned to say:

"Then, hurry up and do it a few times, then go to sleep early!"

After saying that, Lin Youxiang fell into a deep sleep.

Of the three, only Zhou Ping was awake, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Lin Youxiang and Fangzi were both satisfied, but he was the only one feeling resentful, which was really not being a good friend.

So, he pulled out his penis, lay down beside Fangzi, and unknowingly fell asleep as well.

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The next day, when the dazzling sunlight shone into the room,

Zhou Ping finally woke up from his sleep...

opening his eyes, the entire large Simmons bed was warm and soft, but Lin Youxiang and Fangzi were nowhere to be seen.

"Huh! Am I dreaming? No way! I still remember the three of them having a wild night, that exciting and sensual scene is still fresh in my mind..."

"Besides, I'm in a hotel, not my own home, so it must be real! Where are Brother Lin and his girlfriend Fangzi?"

Zhou Ping lay on the bed, thinking groggily for a while, then called out,

"Brother Lin! Brother Lin..."

The luxurious suite remained silent after Zhou Ping called for a while.

At this moment, Zhou Ping's sleepiness vanished, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. He hurriedly called out again,

"Fangzi! Fangzi..."

There was still no response in the room; in fact, he was alone.

Zhou Ping jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom, and searched the living room several times, but still couldn't find Lin Youxiang and Fangzi, which puzzled him.

"Strange? Where did they go?... Oh dear! I know..."

He seemed to remember something, and his face changed as he rushed back to the bedroom.

Seeing the clothes he'd left in the closet the night before, Zhou Ping quickly reached into the back pocket of his pants, pulled out his wallet, and opened it. He froze…

About four thousand yuan in cash was gone.

The usually composed Zhou Ping was now like a cat on a hot tin roof. He quickly picked up the phone, dialed a number, and connected to the front desk. He blurted out,

“Hello! Switchboard! This is room 907, may I ask…”

Before he could finish, a waitress answered,

“Mr. Zhou, your two friends left early this morning. They asked us not to disturb you so you could sleep peacefully.”

Hearing this, Zhou Ping realized he'd been scammed. Ashamed

to speak up, he hung up, went back to his bedroom, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling, feeling bewildered.

He hadn't even had enough fun last night, and now he'd lost over four thousand yuan; he was furious.

But there were other things to think about later. The hotel rent was still unpaid, and he was penniless, without even enough money for the bus fare home – that was the real problem.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Ping realized that the only solution was to contact his family and ask them to send some money.

However, another problem arose.

He couldn't tell his parents about this. What should he do?

"That's it! Call Qianru!"

Zhou Ping suddenly felt like he'd found a savior. He jumped out of bed, ran to the living room, grabbed the phone, and dialed Qianru's workplace.

Qianru answered.

"Hello, Qianru? This is Zhou Ping, in room 903 of the… Grand Hotel in the suburbs…"

Zhou Ping continued before Qianru could ask any questions, "Sister, hurry and send me some money, don't let Mom and Dad know!"

"Why do you need money?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just send the money."

"Hmm... How much do you need?"

"I need two thousand yuan, please bring it quickly, okay?"

The young lady couldn't hold it in anymore and needed to urinate.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

The phone call ended, and Zhou Ping thought to himself, the problem is finally solved.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and

then happily took a shower in the bathroom. After showering, Zhou Ping walked out of the bathroom wearing only his underwear, lay down on the bed, and wanted to rest for a while. However, despite his happy mood, he couldn't fall asleep, and his mind started wandering.

"Two horses on the same stake is too filthy. Why are women of all ages so obsessed with it? It's a bit unbelievable!"

Thinking of the scene last night and the scam that happened as soon as he got up this morning, Zhou Ping was filled with resentment. He made up his mind that he would never try it again.

As he thought, the images of Xiangping and her daughter Qianru surfaced in his mind.

His mother, Xiangping, was naturally alluring and seductive, with her smooth, delicate skin and her flirtatious manner and bedroom skills that made men feel like they were in heaven. He found it hard to let go of her.

But for his father, Zhou Youshan, this abnormal relationship shouldn't continue.

And what about his sister, Qianru? She was in the prime of her life, her body as smooth and delicate as alabaster, possessing a youthful, radiant beauty, exuding the fresh scent of a spring morning, captivating all who saw her. It

would be quite fitting if Zhou Ping could spend his days and nights in pleasure with Qianru; both being young, it seemed like a good match.

Zhou Ping pondered this, when suddenly he heard a light knock at the door.

"Who is it? The door's open, come in."

A moment later, Qianru's flower-like figure appeared in the doorway. She cautiously peeked inside.

"Oh! It's you, come in quickly!"

Zhou Ping, seeing it was Qianru, got off the bed and greeted her.

Qianru, wearing a beige shirt and a plaid mini-skirt, entered the room and tremblingly closed the door.

"What's wrong, Zhou Ping?"

Her cheeks were pale and her breathing rapid, clearly showing she had been in a panic.

"You didn't come home last night, and your parents are very worried. They were just about to call the police to look for you!"

"I'm here, do they know?"

"I didn't call to tell them."

Hearing her say that, Zhou Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief, the weight in his heart disappearing. Then he asked Qianru,

"Where's the money?"

"I brought it, here it is, two thousand yuan in total."

Qianru said, holding out the money to him.

Zhou Ping took the money, counted it briefly, and put it in his pocket. He looked up at Qianru again; she was standing at the window looking at the scenery outside.

Only then did he carefully examine Qianru's back. Her figure was of moderate weight, with a shapely and exquisite curve. Within the confines of her miniskirt, her high, rounded buttocks were visible.

Below were two firm, round, white, and tender legs. Especially because of the miniskirt, her two alluring thighs were exposed, so captivating.

Seeing this, Zhou Ping felt a surge of desire. Unable to satisfy his lust the previous night, the romantic atmosphere of the suite ignited his passion.

He stepped forward, pressing his hand against Qianru's back, and began to caress her delicate body wantonly.

"Mmm…uh…"

Qianru was aroused by Zhou Ping's sudden action.

The desire that had been building up over the past few days, preventing her from enjoying intimacy with Zhou Ping, was slowly igniting.

She turned around, her arms tightly wrapped around Zhou Ping's neck, and with a pout, her bright red lips pressed against his, kissing him passionately.

Zhou Ping knew she was aroused and incredibly thirsty, so he intensified his caresses.

His hands slid down her back to her rounded buttocks, kneading her flesh with his palms.

He then lifted her miniskirt, his left hand forcefully slipping into her tight panties, feeling her plump, pink buttocks, so fleshy and elastic, and began to knead them wildly.

His right hand then reached between her thighs.

He lightly teased the smooth, silky flesh of her vulva with his fingers, occasionally teasing her full clitoris through the thin panties.

This series of actions made Qianru feel itchy all over.

She quickly raised her head, her big, watery eyes pinching his handsome face, and said breathlessly,

"Ping, you're so naughty!..."

"Good sister, you only feel good when I'm naughty, right?"

As he spoke, Zhou Ping playfully teased her vulva with his fingers.

Qianru let out a soft "Oh!", twisted her waist slightly, pouted her lips, glared at him, and said,

"But how could you say

that to Mom..." Zhou Ping knew what she was talking about, but he couldn't explain himself, so he just opened his mouth and couldn't say anything for a long time.

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