Tortured by my cousin

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I was born in a small city in China. Besides my parents, my aunt and cousin were my only relatives. My parents ran a small restaurant, business was inconsistent. My aunt didn't work and helped them at the restaurant, while my cousin had a stable job at a state-owned enterprise. My

parents had always wanted to open a Chinese restaurant in the south, but they wanted to wait until I was older. Finally, when I was 14, they and my aunt made the decision to go to Sydney, Australia, to join my older sister and brother-in-law who had worked there for many years. My cousin couldn't go because of his stable job, so I naturally stayed with him.

Let me tell you about my cousin. He wasn't very talkative, but he was very manly, a tall, 176cm man with a strong build. Ever since I understood the ways of men and women, he had always been the object of my fantasies.

To be honest, I wasn't initially keen on living with my cousin. After all, I'm a girl, and I don't talk much with him, so I felt awkward around him. Plus, I've always been independent; I can do laundry, make love, and do all sorts of housework, so I don't need anyone to take care of me. But my parents were worried that a girl like me living alone might easily go astray or be bullied. They felt more at ease if I lived with my cousin.

My cousin was in his early forties that year. His older sister had married and moved to Sydney, Australia after finishing high school. So, my cousin didn't have much to worry about. He'd just show up at work, sometimes going home early to surf the internet, or go fishing or play mahjong with friends. As for me, I didn't talk to my cousin much either. I did whatever he asked me to do, and I took care of all the housework. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. In July, the weather got hot, and people started to feel restless and irritable.

Because I was sexually aware at a young age, I've always had a unique curiosity about men. I was curious about what a man's genitals looked like, what men's underwear smelled like, what it felt like to have sex with a man, and whether a man's penis tasted good. These thoughts lingered in my mind like little bugs every day. I clearly remember that summer when the air was thick with the smell of hormones. When my uncle wasn't home, I would often sneak into his bedroom and rummage through his drawers, trying to find out if my usually serious uncle also had a world of adult desires. And, of course, I made quite a few discoveries. I once found a lot of erotic novels at the bottom of the bookshelf. Every night I would steal one and hide under the covers to read it, my heart racing and my genitals overflowing with lust. I fantasized that one day I could have a strong man and have sex with him. I also found a lot of condoms in my uncle's bedside table, and I noticed that the number of condoms would decrease every now and then. It seems that my uncle wasn't idle either. I would take the initiative to wash my uncle's clothes, especially his underwear, of course, just to sneak a whiff of his underwear. I still remember the first time I smelled the pungent smell of my uncle's underwear, and the feeling of excitement.

When I was 15, some of my girlfriends had boyfriends, and some had found powerful men in society. I thought that instead of giving my virginity to them, I might as well find my uncle. So I spent my days plotting how to seduce him. From that year on, I learned to dress myself up. I spent almost all the allowance my parents sent me every month on clothes. And when my uncle was home, I deliberately dressed very provocatively. Sometimes when my uncle couldn't stand it, he would scold me, but I always ignored him and did whatever I wanted. After all, he was my uncle, and I was a girl, so he couldn't really say anything to me or control me. He would just leave it at that.

But I felt that my relationship with my uncle was getting closer and closer. At first, he didn't talk much, but later he called me "daughter," and then later, when I went out with my uncle, I would just link arms with him.

One afternoon, my cousin went out drinking with friends. He didn't return until almost dark, clearly quite drunk, but obviously enjoying himself. I made him a glass of chilled honey water and cut him two slices of chilled watermelon. He asked if the water in the big iron vat in the backyard had warmed up in the sun, as he wanted to take a bath. I said it was quite warm, and I had just bathed during the day. So, he took off his short-sleeved shirt, leaving only his shorts, and started walking towards the backyard. I said, "Let me rub your back for you." He seemed a little embarrassed, but being quite drunk, he was rambling. I said, "You've had too much to drink; what if you fall?" and grabbed his arm, leading him towards the backyard. Once there

, he was still embarrassed and refused to take his shorts off. I whispered, "It's okay, cousin. Our house is surrounded by walls. If you don't tell me, I won't tell you either. Who will know what's going on between us once the door is closed?" My cousin blushed, then drunkenly leaned close to my ear and said, "Won't that mean I'm wronging my daughter?" I replied, "I like my cousin, it's okay." Then my uncle shook his head. As I spoke, I placed my hand on his genitals. It was rock hard, thick and large. I pulled down his underwear, and a frighteningly erect penis was already throbbing, fluid already leaking from its urethra.

Without a word, I took his penis into my mouth. My uncle moaned and groaned. I sucked on it for about ten minutes. Then he sat down in the metal vat. I took off my clothes and straddled his lap, rubbing my genitals against his penis. My uncle held me, sometimes kissing me, sometimes sucking on my nipples. Under the moonlight and starlight, accompanied by the chirping of crickets, we played in the backyard for about an hour. Back inside, I laid out a mat on the kang (heated brick bed) and prepared toilet paper. My uncle smiled awkwardly, which only made me more alluring.

I eagerly sucked on his penis, then prepared to sit down. My uncle asked, "Is it big enough for you?" I said, "Let's try it." After a tearing pain, I felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment, satisfaction, and excitement. I finally experienced the sexual bliss of being a woman. This pleasure was a thousand times greater than I had imagined. Ignoring the bright red blood in my genitals, I violently twisted back and forth on my uncle's huge penis. My uncle was stunned by my wanton behavior; he was clearly enjoying himself too. We became more and more excited as we went on. Finally, after my frenzy, I was covered in sweat, and the hot summer heat left me exhausted. But my genitals were still not satisfied. I lay on top of my uncle, moaning lewdly that I wanted to go even harder. My uncle nimbly pressed me down, his entire body pressing against mine.

I felt dizzy, my arms tightly wrapped around my uncle's back, my legs wrapped around his thick thighs. My uncle's big buttocks slammed down on me again and again. In no time, I had wave after wave of orgasms, my juices spreading across the entire mat. I cried out that it felt so good, and begged for more, for more. Middle-aged men, especially strong men like my uncle, have simple and brutal sex techniques, but the pleasure they bring is always the most intense. Even now, I still think my uncle's skills in bed are among the top ten of all the men I've met. In that one position, my uncle fucked me for over an hour without a break, and my voice was hoarse from screaming.

Luckily, my uncle lives in the suburbs, with no neighbors around, just a detached house. That night, we played wildly, seemingly not caring about anything. My uncle fucked me four or five times that night, ejaculating, resting for a while, and then continuing. Streams of hot semen shot into my vagina, mouth, and body. It was the first time I tasted a man's semen, and it tasted completely different from what I had imagined. It was very stimulating. Finally, at my insistence, I even tasted my uncle's urine. The urine after drinking beer was sweet and delicious. From then on, my uncle and I had sex every night.

My cousin was about ten years older than me. Back then, he ran a small restaurant in our county town, where he kept a group of prostitutes. He always wore a big gold chain, had a spiky haircut, and in the summer, he would go shirtless, driving around town in a BMW. He was covered in tattoos on his back and thighs, with big arms and a huge chest—he was incredibly muscular.

Because the county town was small, I knew my cousin quite well before. One of my cousins had been dating one of his younger brothers, and that's how she met my cousin. She said he was willing to have fun, but he wouldn't go to his prostitutes because he was afraid of getting diseases. He only went to young girls or young wives. Also, my cousin's penis was incredibly large. My cousin once cheated on her boyfriend with him, and they had sex all night. The next morning, her vagina was swollen like a big steamed bun, and her vagina was loose and saggy from being fucked so much.

When my girlfriends told me this, I was really itching to get involved, but I still hesitated a bit. After all, I'd never been with a man other than my uncle, and this guy was involved in organized crime. I figured he was a petty thug and his character wasn't exactly great. But my cousin said my cousin's skills in bed were indescribable, and I couldn't control my desires anymore.

Finally, one day, my cousin had to go on a business trip to the provincial capital for a week, leaving me to look after the house alone. As soon as he left, I felt empty inside, so I went to my cousin's house to chat with her. After a few words, my cousin brought up my cousin again: "Sister, I went to my cousin's house again the day before yesterday and had sex with him. It was so good! He's such a stud. I'm addicted to him. My husband can't satisfy me at all now. It's worth it to be fucked to death by my cousin."

"Cousin, you're so smug. What if your husband finds out? He'll kill you!"

"Damn, he's out having his own fun, what right does he have to tell me what to do? I'll talk to him sometime and ask my cousin to have a threesome."

"You're really something! One isn't enough for you, you need two?"

"Hey sis, how about I talk to your cousin and let him have his way with you? Your uncle isn't home right now, he can't take care of you. Why don't you play with your cousin for a couple of days?" "Ugh, so annoying."

"Come on, I'll take you to him. What are you afraid of? It's just for fun. He's not going to eat you. He can't get up right now, otherwise if we go too late, he won't be in the shop, he'll be playing mahjong somewhere."

With that, the girl pulled me towards my cousin's shop.

"Is my cousin home?"

"Cousin! Come quick, your cousin isn't up yet. Go upstairs and give him a nudge. Old Zhang, get up, your little sister's here!"

The one greeting us was my cousin's good friend, his aunt. She used to be a prostitute, but as she got older and made enough money, she partnered with my cousin to open this little house.

My cousin rushed upstairs and pushed open my cousin's bedroom door. A strong, distinctive male odor, mixed with the smell of cigarettes, hit us. My cousin was snoring loudly, sprawled on the bamboo mat, shirtless, wearing only a pair of yellow silk boxer briefs. His body was dark with tattoos, making him look incredibly sexy.

I swallowed hard. My cousin covered her mouth with one hand, chuckling to herself, and pinched my cousin's nose with the other. He woke up a moment later, fuming. "What are you doing here? You brat!" "Ah, I just wanted to see you and introduce you to one of my sisters."

"Hello

, cousin." "Yes, hello." He quickly put on his clothes, getting up to get me a drink.

"Oh, no need to be so polite, cousin. I'm not thirsty. I just had tea at my cousin's place."
"Little sister, sit down. What can I do for you? I'll do anything I can."

My cousin smiled and whispered in my cousin's ear, occasionally winking at me. My cousin smiled and looked at me, saying, "No problem, little sister. Don't be shy. It's normal for men and women to have sex. Whenever you want, come find me. I'll definitely serve you well and make sure you're satisfied. Just ask me for anything."

"Okay, brother, can I come see you tonight?"

"Sure, little sister, come keep me company tonight."

Around 7 pm, just as it was getting dark, I got dressed and took several detours to get to my cousin's shop, afraid of being recognized. When I got there, I saw many customers sitting on the sofa, all giving me lustful looks. My aunt quickly came out and led me upstairs, then into my cousin's room. "Little sister, please sit down. Your cousin went out drinking with friends and hasn't come back yet. He asked you to wait for him a while; he'll be back around 8 pm. I'll turn on the computer for you; you can surf the internet in his room. I have customers downstairs, so I can't keep you company for now." (

Give me a wash... ) A plate of fruit was placed on the computer desk, and then my aunt went downstairs. I paced anxiously back and forth in my cousin's room, my pussy already dripping wet, my underwear soaked. I saw the yellow silk underwear my cousin had changed out of that morning lying on the bedside table, and I immediately put it to my face and smelled it. Mmm, so pungent, so arousing! So this is what my cousin's underwear smells like. It's different from my uncle's genitals, a stronger, more...something else. The bedside table drawer also contained various sex drugs, like orgasm gel, Spanish male enhancement spray, and a strip of blue pills that I'd already taken a few of, all labeled in English. I couldn't understand the letters. There were also several large, thick female electric vibrators.

My face was burning hot; I was both hoping my cousin would come back and terrified of him. That complex and excited feeling made me sit still.

A little while later, my cousin came back, drunk. He took off his clothes as soon as he entered the house and flopped onto the bed. He beckoned to me, and I shyly nestled into his arms.

My cousin was only wearing pink underwear—the kind with wide, silver bands, very sexy. Lying in his arms, I stroked his genitals through his underwear. My cousin half-closed his eyes and involuntarily sealed my lips with his. He kissed my lips, his tongue ravaging my mouth. I felt a wave of suffocation, an overwhelming sense of pleasure washing over me. Then, my cousin pulled handcuffs from a drawer and cuffed my hands to the bed railing. He unhooked my bra, pulled down my panties, and stripped me naked, my body exposed before him. I writhed, seducing him. He squeezed and kneaded my breasts, saying, "I'll play you to death tonight, you little slut!"

Suddenly, he pounced on me like a hungry wolf, frantically sucking on my breasts, licking my neck and earlobes. He would occasionally nibble lightly on my nipples, stimulating me to cry out loudly. My cousin gently slapped me twice. My hands were cuffed to the bed, and I couldn't resist. The slaps made me even more wanton. Seeing how uninhibited I was, my cousin bit harder.

I savored this pleasurable pain. Then, my cousin turned over, rubbing his genitals against my face. I smelled the faint, pungent scent of his genitals. Then, my cousin took off his underwear and threw it on the bedside table. He then shoved his already erect penis into my mouth in one gulp. The thick penis slid down my throat... As it entered my esophagus, its enormous testicles pressed against my eyes. Its robust physique, full muscles, and the tattoos on its thighs and back looked exceptionally sexy in the dim light. I couldn't help but writhe my lower body; my pussy was already overflowing with desire.

My cousin forcefully sucked the juices from my pussy with his large mouth, his thick, fleshy tongue swirling around my vaginal opening. I swayed wildly in pleasure, trying to break free, but my hands were firmly handcuffed, and my throat was locked by its thick, hard, fleshy penis.

My two little mouths no longer belonged to me. I could only try to enjoy it as much as possible. My cousin sucked harder and harder, and I wanted to scream in pleasure, but no sound came out of my throat. Tears mixed with pleasure and humiliation streamed down my face, and my body trembled with ecstasy.

My cousin stimulated my clitoris with his teeth, and I was on the verge of orgasm. Then, my cousin pulled his huge penis out of my mouth, got up, and dragged me to the bedside. The handcuffs on my wrists were extremely painful, and my arms were forced straight. Then, my cousin pressed down hard on my lower abdomen with one hand, and inserted the index and middle fingers of his other hand into my vagina, forcefully digging into my vagina.

My climax came in a flash, my body spasmed, but my cousin didn't stop . Soon, I was gushing uncontrollably, my body limp. My cousin repeated this several times, tears of pleasure streaming down my face. I laughed through my tears, yelling, "It feels so good! I can't take it anymore!

" My cousin slapped me twice more, jumped onto the bed, straddled me, and his huge penis plunged into me with a "plop." He held my shoulders and then unleashed a storm of brutal thrusting. My cousin's penis was just too big.i=31> I felt the penis forcefully ramming against my cervix. After a few heavy blows, it went straight into my uterus. I was so excited that I didn't have the strength to move my body. My lower body felt incredibly full, and the pleasure became more and more intense. Soon, the second wave of orgasm came as expected, lasting for nearly 20 minutes. My body obviously couldn't take it anymore, and I shouted that my cousin couldn't take it anymore.

After unlocking my handcuffs, my cousin ignored me and spat into my mouth. Then, he shoved his urine-soaked underwear, which he had just taken off, into my mouth. He then took a roll of black duct tape from the bedside table drawer and tightly bound my mouth shut, preventing me from making a sound. At that moment, I truly experienced what rape felt like—a desperate helplessness. After several intense orgasms, my body felt as if my soul had left my body. My cousin intensified his thrusts on top of me.

I gradually drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened by waves of tearing pain. I was tortured like this until after 2 a.m., when my cousin finally ejaculated. He then unlocked my handcuffs, removed the underwear from my mouth, and hugged him, feeling immense pleasure. My vagina was already swollen like a large steamed bun. My cousin scratched it with his hand, and a large pool of semen flowed onto his sandals. I quickly rinsed myself off and slept with my cousin until noon the next day, unable to get up.

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