Sister-in-law, did I ruin you or save you?

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In the fields, my sister-in-law was very lively, often cracking jokes and playfully teasing the men helping out, her manner quite provocative. When she saw me, she would restrain herself slightly, but still not shy away, loudly proclaiming, "Oh, the scholar's here!" Her eyes would glare at me, making it hard to look directly at her. She always seemed perfectly normal in front of others, but I couldn't. Whenever someone was around, I'd become more docile than anyone else.
Every time I saw my brother's simple, honest face, strange and unnatural thoughts would arise in my mind. Fortunately, her brother was always wary of intellectuals and didn't talk to me much. And me? What kind of intellectual was I?
I often squatted on the edge of the field, watching them work. The sunlight on my sister-in-law's body gave her a fiery, sexy allure; her waist was defined, her breasts were full, her buttocks were shapely, and she was even more seductive when she moved. I would imagine myself entangled with her right in front of her brother, and my erection would eventually lead to some fluid, swelling so much that I'd have to limp when I got back.
I'd finally managed to get close to my sister-in-law, but it was often just a fleeting moment to grab her breasts or touch her buttocks. I'd then huff and puff in her ear, "Come see me today!" Only after saying that would I go back. How shameless and unrestrained I was back then! My sister-in-law seemed not to hear me at all, but she'd often find time to come to my place for a few tens of minutes or an hour of revelry before hurriedly leaving. One evening, I lost track of time. I was tired from reading, so I lay down on the bed, fully clothed, with the light on. When I woke up, my sister-in-law was by the window, her back to me, taking things out of a plastic bag one by one and placing them on the table. Her clothes creased at the waist, revealing a round, large buttock. I'd taken a nap, feeling full of energy, and my already semi-erect member immediately became erect. I called out, "...Sister!" After this relationship, I'd hesitated, unsure what to call her.
She heard my voice but didn't answer, her movements noticeably slowing. Finally, she finished taking everything, standing there seemingly unsure what to do next.
I tugged at her drooping fingers. She sat back on the edge of my bed, still with her back to me.
I nudged her shoulder, and she slid down onto the bed effortlessly. I leaned closer, my warm breath on her face, and said, "Touch me." After a moment, a hand slowly slipped inside my clothes and began to caress me. She started panting, and her hand wandered around, finally reaching my crotch and stroking me.
Her hands were very skilled, often reminding me of her deft movements when she was working. I wondered if she usually touched my penis like this? When her hand cupped my groin, she would envelop my testicles in her palm, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure, often making me groan with pleasure. Her
fingers lightly tugged at my pubic hair, again and again, and blood rushed to my head, soon my penis became extremely hard. I couldn't resist any longer. I rolled over, and without a word, pulled down her pants and thrust inside her. It was a little dry and tight inside, and it stung painfully when I entered, but it felt even better than when it was wet.
My sister-in-law cried out in pain, yet was also incredibly excited. She gritted her teeth, her face contorted with effort, her fingers gripping my arm, her nails digging deep into my flesh. She made soft moaning sounds, like she was using the toilet.
I continued to thrust hard, panting heavily. Gradually, she became wetter inside, and the movements became smoother, but the initial sensation was less intense. I guessed her brother's penis was very thick, making her vagina very wide, but not as long as mine. As I penetrated deeper, reaching the very depths of her body, my sister-in-law couldn't help but wrap her legs around me, crying out, "You're so different from him! You're so different from him!"
I thrust nearly a hundred times, until I was completely exhausted. I lay down, panting heavily. My sister-in-law climbed on top of me, taking my penis inside her, and began to move rhythmically. She hadn't taken off her top; her large breasts, hidden beneath the thin fabric, stood high and firm, bobbing up and down. I reached out and grabbed her nipple, pulling hard. My sister-in-law cried out, lowering her head, a few strands of hair falling down. She braced herself against my legs, but her lower body wouldn't stop, thrusting and squatting, her movements even more powerful than before.
I couldn't be happier. I wrapped my arms around her waist, wanting to press her close. I pulled her body forward, my penis springing out of her vagina and pressing against her anus. She shuddered, not caring anymore, and sat down. My thick, hard, and hot penis, so long, stood erect against her crotch, pressing painfully hard, my blood surging, raging with rage. It was a different kind of deadly pleasure than inside her.
At this point, my sister-in-law was completely out of control. Her buttocks writhed and swayed, sometimes her penis pressed against her anus, sometimes it slid deep into her vagina, hard and forceful. She
couldn't help but make whimpering sounds, her face contorted in agony. Finally, unable to withstand the stimulation, her penis ejaculated violently. She moved a few times, perhaps sensing it, and stopped, sitting still. Her hair fell loose, obscuring most of her face. After a while, that clump of dark hair suddenly rustled, and I heard her crying.
She lay on top of me, sobbing and slapping my face and body. The harder she cried, the harder she hit. I lay there quietly, letting her vent her frustration, thinking sadly to myself, "I've ruined her. I've made her unable to stop. She's like a drug addict now, even more insane than I am!"
After a while, she calmed down, remaining silent. She half-stood up, reached for some tissues to wipe herself, her legs wide open, her vulva directly facing my face. Her labia were spread wide, revealing the opening between them, and a ring of dark hair around her labia, some parts sticking together and dripping wet—a truly lewd sight.
I couldn't resist reaching out to grab her long, frizzy pubic hair, pulling hard. She cried out in pain, her naked hips pressing against my bare stomach, so tightly that there wasn't a single gap. I felt her wet, sticky, and hot flesh against my skin, the pubic hair tickling and pricking me. This close contact of flesh against flesh drove me wild.
My sister-in-law's eyes were closed, her mouth half-open, her brows furrowed, as if she couldn't bear the feeling of her naked hips pressed against my stomach. She lifted her buttocks slightly, then couldn't resist sitting down again, groaning, wriggling and squeezing, completely disregarding shame, and began to frantically rub against my stomach. At this moment, my sister-in-law was incredibly wanton; this was no longer the sister-in-law I knew!
I slapped her large buttocks and thighs hard, the sound loud and clear, and then I probed around her anus. She went crazy, thrusting hard against me, both of us screaming in pain, but refusing to stop, and the movements becoming increasingly violent.
Suddenly, my sister-in-law raised her buttocks high and straddled my face, her juices flowing freely, soaking my face. I tried to struggle, but her hips held me captive. She cried out, her body trembling, fluids continuously flowing out, my head pressed down by her, forcing me to swallow a lot of something that was either urine or water. My sister-in-law let out a final, dying cry and slumped to the side. Her large, white buttocks were right next to my head, her pubic area exposed, less than a foot from my eyes, clearly and grotesquely exposed.
I lifted one of her thighs, pressed my face against her groin, and placed my mouth near her vulva, lying motionless and still. We remained like that for a long time. I was immersed in a feeling of self-abandonment and depravity, thinking of nothing but my sister-in-law's naked body. We were like two worms abandoned in a corner by worldly ethics, our only purpose being to keep having sex and releasing our pent-up desires.
My sister-in-law lay face up on the bed, silent for a long time. Unlike before, I didn't rush to leave after we were done. Afraid she had fallen asleep, I nudged her and called, "Sister!" Her head moved slightly, and she glanced at me through her half-hidden eyes, but didn't move. I leaned over her back and whispered, "Sister, it's time to go." She didn't answer. Her vulva was pressed against my semi-erect penis, sticky and cold, a strange sensation. I couldn't help but gradually become hard, and I kissed her behind her ear.
My sister-in-law turned her head, tilted it, and met my lips with hers. They were cool; we touched lightly. I shifted my hips, and my penis entered her, moving slowly in and out.
After a while, her hips rose higher, and she flipped me over. She tore open my clothes, kissing me wildly all over, and finally took my penis into her mouth, swallowing and releasing endlessly. I flipped her over again and started thrusting, over and over, the two of us rolling around on the bed until we were completely exhausted…
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