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[Original] The Sims: Volume 1 - "Am I the Last One?" [Completed] 

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Chapter 1: The Goal of One Hundred Men
Long ago, I had a wish: to shed my heavy body and become a beautiful girl. To be able to move lightly through crowds like a bird, basking in everyone's admiring gaze. This was my dream—a girl's dream, a chubby girl's dream. I once had a dream where I was kissing him passionately, enjoying his burning lips and admiring his bright eyes. But... but when everything was so close, I dared not take a step forward; my feet felt rooted to the ground. He gently pursed his lips, as if waiting for my answer. Although I knew how much he hoped my answer would be "yes,"But I swallowed those words. There was no other way; perhaps this was the best way to part. Maybe it would leave us with beautiful memories. After all, I had to leave sooner or later; I had to return to my world. So I said softly, "I can't agree to that. I'm sorry." Before the words even left my mouth, tears streamed down my face like wild horses in the Tuo River. I forced back the tears, covered my mouth, and ran away. As I ran, memories flashed before my eyes. These included my development of a super-intelligent computer, the bet with the computer, and everything in the game. All of this made my tears fall uncontrollably. Back home, I had that dream again. In the dream, I was still a girl, a girl with strong quirks. Back then, I poured countless years of my youth into developing an advanced intelligent system. I poured all my energy into hoping it could change my fate, change my life, and give me money for plastic surgery. I needed a beautiful appearance to change my life of discrimination. Clearly, my abilities lived up to expectations. After countless efforts, an intelligent system, a perfect computer, appeared before me. I even programmed it with human-like intelligence, enabling it to automatically update and build the most perfect system for itself. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. However, when I took a break to play The Sims, and set a goal for the simulated girl I created—to have sex with one hundred men—my computer got angry. It was angry; it disapproved of my attitude towards virtual characters. It was angry because of the goal I set for the virtual character—having sex with one hundred men. It was angry that I, also a girl, would harm innocent virtual characters for my own lust. So I appeared here, using the perfect body I craved in my dreams to complete the task I set due to my momentary lust. I remember when I first arrived here, when I first became a beautiful girl. It was this boy I had hurt who accompanied me. It was he who kindly cleaned my house. It was he who helped me escape from vicious thieves and the various terrible things the system had arranged for me. His gentle phone calls accompanied me through countless sleepless nights. Although he gave everything for me, I had to go back. Because I knew my home and my world were waiting for me, and nothing could be changed. So I had to go back at all costs. To correct, to correct all my mistakes. Just as I kept shouting in my dreams, "I must go back," his face appeared before me again. "Jack," I softly called his name. Chapter TwoAfter getting ready, I woke up again, calling Jack's name in my sleep. Three days had passed since I last left him. In those three days, I had no motivation to do anything. Even so, the supercomputer operating outside seemed unwilling to let me starve. It kept automatically inputting instructions, making me eat and drink, go shopping, and buy pretty clothes. Even flirting with strange men. I couldn't go on like this… I made a silent vow and shouted, "Stop controlling me! I can do it myself!" My body relaxed, and I sat down at the vanity and skillfully began to dress myself. Lace pantyhose, a semi-transparent camisole. I opened my treasured perfume, gently inhaling its delicate orchid scent, which captivated me. I nodded firmly and lightly sprayed it on. Normally, I would be ashamed to look at such clothes, but today I was wearing them. Finally, I steeled myself, and a pair of sparkling, light silver high heels landed on my feet. Looking in the mirror again, I nodded firmly. I checked my watch; the time was perfect. I should be able to catch that lecherous bus that appeared at six o'clock during game time. Here, I would take the first step towards my grand goal. A determined look filled me with confidence as I approached the platform. However, though my shoes were light, the journey felt like an eternity. The men passing by stared at me as if I were a prostitute, their lecherous gazes like greedy hands caressing my body. I was shy, but I persevered. I stood there with all my might. Time ticked by, and more and more eyes swept over me. I watched bus after bus leave. The cold and shyness were eroding my resolve to stand there. The bus was almost there; I had to hold on. After all, I wouldn't die here. I would definitely leave this hellhole! Three minutes left, and my semi-transparent clothes seemed to whisper secrets to the people on the platform. My exposed lower body received the caresses of the cool breeze. I unconsciously began to occasionally close my legs, trying to avoid excessive stimulation that might cause me to scream. For two minutes, everything seemed normal. Then, a pair of Black men walked by, laughing and talking. A breeze lifted my skirt, completely exposing my lower body to them. Shyly, I quickly covered myself. I saw the young Black couple walking and laughing, then approaching. They seemed to have seen something very amusing, laughing and pointing. It was as if they had seen something truly fascinating. My last shred of self-respect was almost shattered. They smiled and approached, and my heart began to pound. Don't be nervous, don't be afraid. I'm going to finish with 100 men, and they might be one of them. Just as I was lost in thought, I felt a tightness in my buttocks. Looking back, I saw their large, dark hands grabbing my buttocks. The intense stimulation stirred the most sensitive thread within me. I couldn't help but scream "Ah!" but I quickly covered my mouth as soon as the sound came out. I couldn't let anyone know, but what was this feeling in my heart? It was excitement, a strange and shameful excitement. It was like a pair of fingers plucking at the most vulnerable string in my heart. And my heart felt like it was about to burst. It was pure shame, but the excitement mixed in was something I couldn't avoid no matter what I did. And they didn't intend to let me go. They pulled my body back, pressing it against that person's burning rod. My body gradually seemed unable to withstand this stimulation, and I almost fainted. The stiffness of my whole body made me stand there stiffly like a puppet with all its strings stretched taut. At this moment, the car arrived, and the moment the door opened, I saw pairs of eyes filled with greed. They seemed to be scavenging, plundering every inch of my skin. That burning gaze and the tense body left me with no way to escape; the feeling was like countless tiny ants crawling in my heart, making me very uncomfortable. They suddenly pushed me through the slightly ajar car door. The instant I stepped inside, I lost my balance. I stumbled and nearly fell, landing on a man's chest. I looked up and saw a familiar face, but it was filled with anger, disappointment? No, tears. It was Jack. He ran out, tears streaming down his face. I tried to chase after him, but the two black men behind me had already restrained me. I could only watch his retreating figure with despair. Then the car door closed, and I felt countless bodies approaching. The sound of their belts buckling against the metal floor echoed. Then, I felt a large hand reach out from behind, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up. The pain blurred my vision, and a fat man appeared before me. He seemed quite pleased with himself, exposing his genitals before squeezing my mouth shut and shoving his foul-smelling member inside. At the same time, countless greedy hands... The hands that had been on my lower abdomen, meant to grasp me, moved up my smooth body. The moment their fingertips lightly touched my nipples, my heart almost burst. But a strange feeling also stirred within me. It was like a sense of accomplishment, a feeling of satisfaction. That feeling was filled with a hint of smugness, and this smugness made my still-unconscious face burn with embarrassment. No, I couldn't accept it. My tense body felt like it was bound by countless rubber ropes, and those hands were like tiny knives. Each touch severed a rope, and the broken ropes, like whips, rippled through my stagnant heart. My body subconsciously avoided those hands as if afraid of being electrocuted. Every touch was like an electric shock, each slight touch sending a strange sensation that almost made me scream. The feeling seemed to be one of satisfaction, yet it was filled with an incessant self-reproach within me. I suppressed my moans, while those hands, seemingly satisfied, continued their groping upwards along my legs. When those lewd hands reached my nipples, the feeling was strange; I wanted to break free, yet I was also reluctant. My body, uncontrollably, writhed under their caresses. The unruly movements, accompanied by the swaying of the carriage, caused my buttocks to rub against the man's body behind me, like a spinning top against his penis. It was all completely beyond my control, yet it filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction. Shyness... a burning sensation reached my ears. And in my lower body, uncontrollable muscle twitches made me feel something about to burst forth, like I was about to lose control of my bladder. I tried to endure it, but the more I tried, the more I resisted. Those greedy yet nimble fingers, skillfully manipulating the clitoris on my genitals, made me lose all control. The sensation was so intense, invading and ravaging, spreading a shameful pleasure throughout my body. The stiffness in my lower body rendered me almost powerless to escape, scream, or resist. I stood there like a statue, trying to suppress the burning yet shameful feeling throughout my body. "I want to release," I thought to myself. "No, it's too embarrassing." Then another voice appeared in my mind. But at that moment, I had absolutely no time for that. A surge of heat poured down like a burst dam. My genitals could no longer bear it. A slight tremor ran through my entire body. Then the flow fell instantly. It gently slid across my legs, like a sharp sword slicing through the last line of defense in my heart. Then, with a soft "no," I let out an involuntary, satisfied moan, like someone who had lost control of their bladder. So much so that the penis in my mouth slid even deeper. With my psychological defenses completely crumbling, countless hands began to knead and grope me wantonly. My body felt hollow, limp and helpless, at their mercy. My heart swayed like a small boat in a storm. Suddenly, a pair of hard hands lifted my buttocks, and my muscles tensed and twitched instantly. Before the sensation subsided, a penis slid into my already wet vulva. It felt as if my entire uterus was being opened. It felt like petals blooming in the sunlight. My head lifted slightly with the man's movements, and I saw their lewd gazes. Their eyes were filled with smugness, as if in those gazes, my body was as soft as cream, while their eyes were like knives. With just a light touch, my secrets would be completely exposed, and I felt so worthless. I lowered my head in shame, yet my body shamelessly groped everywhere. Whenever I touched those men's genitals, a strange feeling would surge within me.Excitement. Never mind, I don't need to think about it anymore. This thought popped into my head. My body seemed to relax even more. I began to enjoy the smooth, thrusting sensation. However, the person behind me didn't seem satisfied, gently slapping my buttocks. Each time my body tensed from the slap, he would thrust deeper. The feeling was so [full]. I looked at the person with hazy eyes; he was a black man who looked like a worker. He wore a yellow hard hat and a smug smile. Just as I was gazing at the person who had made my heart flutter, several white boys squatted down and gently teased my areolas with their tongues. My nipples, like soldiers, suddenly stood up. The intense stimulation was different from before; it was itchy, as if urging my body, like a flower, to fully unfold. I spread my arms wide, greedily embracing their heads, like a mother lovingly holding her son. At that moment, I felt the warmth of the sunlight, and my body, like a blazing sun, radiated light through the crowd, enveloping and surrounding them. After fifteen rounds of sex, the bus ended. Everyone left as if nothing had happened. I couldn't bear to look at them; I hoped someone would greedily pick me up and continue our tender moments. But they walked away, as if they didn't know me. It felt like every muscle in my body was throbbing, and my body kept trying to get closer to those tongues. Then, someone in the crowd whispered, "That stupid bitch, she's so slutty." Those words seemed to pierce the most vulnerable nerve in my heart like a needle. My body went limp and I almost collapsed, and the owner of the penis behind me gently pulled me up high. With that force, that thing was inserted into my uterus. At that moment, the two white boys squatting on the ground also came over, naked from the waist up. Because my body was up, they were thrusting in and out of me. My nipples rubbed incessantly against the two boys' muscular chests. They smiled menacingly, slapping my buttocks repeatedly. The sensation was so intense, like a blow to my still-held senses. With each thrust, my slightly inward-curving lower body seemed to suckle at their penis. Up and down, the intense impact always reached the very bottom, satisfying my deepest desires. For an hour, I lost count of how many times their ejaculation had brought me to a state of blissful ecstasy. The bus seemed to have reached its stop, and they all hurriedly pulled up their pants. Five men already; I should be grateful for reaching five percent. But a sense of loss crept into my mind: "Is it really that fast?" Naked and covered in semen stains, I looked at them like a lost child. But no one lowered their heads. Finally, I couldn't help but shout, "At least leave your phone number!" The words themselves frightened me. Everyone stopped moving. They stood there in silence. Soon after, my inner thighs were covered with everyone's phone numbers. I stared at them with satisfaction, a strange, wistful thought creeping into my mind: Maybe doing it with these people again would allow me to do it a few more times. At midnight, I returned home, staring blankly at the phone numbers. Now, with a clearer mind, I couldn't help but feel a pang of self-reproach for my decadence. But this thought was quickly replaced by anticipation of the next time. That night, I slept. I slept soundly, without a bra, a pillow tucked between my arms and crotch like a man.

第三章 轻浮第二天醒来,我突然想起了杰克失望的眼神。让我失落了一阵,浴室的喷头冲着我的头发,就如同是昨天的性爱那样温暖的灌溉着我心中那支肉欲的花。很快我就被那强烈的快按所唤醒了。我怀念,那在众人面前的绽放。只要一想到这些,心里就暖洋洋的,甜丝丝的。变得让我越发期待下午六点的那趟班车。这时我的心里突然蹦出了个奇怪的想法,不如自己来点刺激的?而就当我这个想法刚一蹦出的时候,我的宠物狗多多(一条哈士奇),居然跳到了我的床上。我的手却无意中碰到了它硬邦邦的下体。【不如和它做做?】这个诡异的想法在我脑中一闪。可我看着它可爱的样子,不由摇头笑了笑自己。虽然此时那个兴致有些消磨殆尽,但是我的手却不听使唤的不听的挑弄着它的下体。我下意识用右手的开始套弄着它的下体,而自己的左手则开始不听使唤的抚弄着自己娇滴滴的【花瓣】。【花瓣】也渐渐的水润。此时我的手,无意中直入门中。刺激的我不由【啊】了一声。可能声音过于大,隔壁也似乎静悄悄的。【不对啊,好像有人看着我。】我心中暗自说道。于是我仔细看去,发现南面的墙上居然有个小洞。再看去的时候发现有个贪婪的眼睛似乎在注视着我我。我知道隔壁住的是一些没钱租房的穷学生。可是我玩玩没想到,这一个最让人不齿的行为居然被他们看到了。此时的我赶忙转过头,不让他们发现。而在心里却早已经成了一团乱麻。【不如托他们下水】我想到这里,不由站起了身子。对着那边颤颤巍巍的打开了双腿,胆怯的做出飞吻。只听对面【哇】得一声,似乎炸开了锅。而我的脸却刷的一下红了,原本的我只是以为就一两个人。而听声音则好像是人并不少。这和原本昨天的被动又是截然不同的,刺激得我就好像是在万人瞩目中绽开了自己最私密的花朵。一瞬间那股热流难以自抑,即将夺路而出。我赶忙转过了脸,扭着屁股走开。可脚步却不敢走得太快,我生怕再多一点点微笑的摩擦就会让自己下体难以自制。而羞怯的我则一下子就钻到了被子里不再出来,在被子我却不由为这次的冒险而感觉到了兴奋。心中就如同有一只小鹿一样上蹿下跳的。就在我还没有走几步的时候,这时门铃响了。【一定是他们】【一定是他们】想到这里我的心里不由有些慌乱。虽然心里有些害怕,但是保存着昨天兴奋的身体,居然每个肌肉都兴奋的颤抖着,逼迫着我的脚步拖着我这幅赤裸的身体向着门口走去。那种感觉是那么的强烈以至于让我这个守身三十年的女孩,如此难以自拔。美丽的身体,美丽的感觉。颤颤巍巍的走到门口,此时的心里早就乱成一团麻。【不要开门,不要开门。这个样子太害羞了。】虽然心里不断这么对自己说着。但是,却只是怀念着那种感觉。渐渐的门刚推开了一条缝的时候,却突然被一把推开。门瞬间被打开,出现的不再是那色迷迷的眼睛。而是一张惊讶的面孔。那是我再熟悉不过的房东大叔,自从我来到这里以后经常会见到的人—— 一个传统的越南老人。他长大嘴巴,不由有些惊讶。但是他却一步步朝前走。目不转睛的看着,手下意识的去摸门把手。此时的我早已经被这出乎意料的情况,吓傻在了那里。整个雪白的身体坦露在他的面前。最终还是他摸到了门一把关上,并目不转睛的长着大嘴看着我。他的眼神就好像是充满了恐惧,但是他却像一个上了战场如临大敌的士兵一样始终不肯放弃。他靠前一步,心有余悸的我就会靠后一些。毕竟这是我第一次完全的朝着自己熟悉且尊敬的老人坦露我的身体。他最终好像是下定了决心似的,微微一点头【啊】的一声就扑向了我。早就张开的大嘴,一口就衔住了我的乳房。我被这突如其来的情况一下,顿时倒在地上。他不住的贪婪的吸允着我那双柔软似乎又很多汁的乳房。不时还发出“滋溜滋溜”的声音,那让人肉麻的声音让人的身体瘫软,我的腿也难以反抗。他的动作虽然没有班车上那些人那么熟练。但是看他激动的样子也让我心中的满足感大大提升。禁不住这一挑逗的我不由微微的张开嘴,满意得“啊啊”的喘着气。他始终是一阵疯狂的抚摸,刺激的我全身有些痒得难受。尤其是下体,早已经承受不住奔腾而出了。但是他似乎兴奋的忘记了我。全身心的亲着抚摸着,一点点上移。知道他下体的肉棒轻轻的触碰到我早已经湿漉漉的花瓣。我【啊】的一声呻吟似乎才恍然大悟。一下子就将那已经膨胀的下体送了进去,因为下体很是湿润所以一点都不疼痛。而那么一送,我胸中早已经压抑许久的那股浊气似乎一下子就随着我顺畅的一声呻吟,将那股浊气并带着我的灵魂一起,飞到九霄云外去了。先是一下就探到了洞底,不由让人眼神迷离。再一次就让我嘴巴轻轻的哼着,双手也不听使唤的开始抚摸他那苍老而干瘪的后背。虽然皮肤粗糙,但是轻轻的划在阴帝上却给了无尽的回味。身体伴随着他的扭动而伸展,双腿伴随着一次次抽送而一张一合。我此时心里虽不情愿这样,但是那老人舌头灵活的跳动。而让我兴奋的只能捂住嘴生怕自己叫出太大的声音来。一次次的抽送带来阴道的炙热,一股热流顺着子宫而直冲大脑。经过一次次的抽送,我的脑袋开始【嗡嗡】作响。呻吟也变成了不规则的气喘。而身体也完全沉浸在了肉欲的美妙中。伴随着老房东声嘶力竭的最后一击,一股热流直袭全身。我感觉我也有无数的热水儿似的东西,流出了好多几乎可以将他粗壮的那东西推出去一样。我也发出了【啊】的一声呻吟,那似乎倾注了好多。声音一过我就瘫软了过去。而老房东则也软软塌塌的趴在我的身上。过了一会儿,他似乎缓过了神。以为自己强奸了,顿时有些手忙脚乱。一边给我披上衣服一边不住的在地上磕头,并求我原谅。我累极了,只是呆呆的看着他。他赶忙掏出钱,求我原谅。我看着他的样子是既生气又好笑,可他可怜的样子不由让我想起了刚才的愉悦。于是我将他抱到赤裸的怀中对着他的额头送上了轻轻的一吻。这一吻让他明白了,自己没有强奸。刚想再继续的时候,只听他老伴在四处鬼叫。于是赶忙提起裤子飞似的跑了,并临走还没忘记温柔且毛躁的亲了下我的下体。千恩万谢的去了。我没精打采的穿上上衣,对着镜子打量着现在的自己。【难道真背肉欲驯服了?我可真无耻啊。。。】我虽然这样想着,但是自己的双手却不住的开始给自己扑粉。此时我肉体的愉悦还未消去,依旧有些颤抖。。。。这时门铃又响了,门外传来那苍老的声音。可爱的小白兔,老妖婆走了。快开门啊。而手机短信则出现了这样一条信息。【如果你那么喜欢做爱,能不能只和我在一起。 杰克】我看了一眼短信,无奈的低下头去开门。老房东看到我情绪不高以为我吃醋了,不由赶快说:“小宝贝,别难过。我明天就离婚。”此时的我也确是无言,于是轻轻的将他揽入我赤裸的胸膛。任他将我抱入房间。那一晚,真的感觉很好。他虽然很老了,但是既温柔,还让我沉浸其中难以自拔。 第四章 无可奈何 清晨天刚微微亮的时候,我就醒了。看着老房东疲惫的趴在我身上打呼,并且呼噜中他的嘴巴一张一合的。嘴唇也自觉不自觉的挑弄着我敏感的乳晕。我看着他的样子不由感觉好笑,一把将他拥入怀中。那舌头轻轻点了下我的乳尖,一瞬间那股强烈的刺激遍布我的全身。他醒了后就匆忙离开了,我看着他匆忙离去的背影,想起了昨天信誓旦旦的说要离婚。真的很好笑。好笑的是我,还是他。。。。无奈的梳理着自己的头发。一边梳头一边欣赏着今天的天气,今天的天空落下了蒙蒙的小雨。外面应该会有点冷吧。今天我要做什么呢?似乎并没有什么可以做的。我看了看自己满是精斑的腿,上面那些人的电话已经模糊了。我轻轻的拨弄着自己腿上的肉,有些害羞的抄着写在上面的电话号码。穿好衣服,—— 一件黑色的皮夹克,一条薄薄的纱裙一条露底丝袜和一双黑色的小牛皮高跟凉鞋。除此以外再没有别的,夹克里空荡荡的,每当往前一走那坚硬的皮子就会不自主的刺激我那胸前两颗敏感的小豆子。而风吹过纱裙,凉丝丝的很舒服。但是伴随着身体最后的一丝余热散去,身体不由打了个寒战。才感觉到天气还略微有些寒冷,一个微小的水滴凝结在空气中。一粒粒的水珠在空气中漂浮擦过皮肤,总是能带来一种好像是冰珠划过。一丝丝的寒冷渐渐的开始包裹住我的全身,轻薄的纱裙似乎有些难以抵挡这时的严寒。一阵小风吹过几乎就要一下子掀开了似的。我赶忙紧紧的捂住了纱裙。此时我不由暗自抱怨着自己出门时候的不认真考虑,再回头看去家已经离了好远。而时间已经快到了,今天是第一天上班一定不能迟到的。否则就真的只能是喝西北风了。我艰难的拖动着身体,一步步的朝前挪动着。突然我感觉到一只温暖的手轻轻的放在我的屁股上。再转头看去的时候,那人居然是杰克。。。。他轻轻的说道:“如果你要堕落,我陪你。。。只需要在你的男人中多一个我。”说完他的手就搭在了我的肩头。我无奈了。。。。 我就那么看着他吗?我不知道该怎么说。我不敢说出我是外界来的,我一定要回到我的世界而且我还曾经是一个又胖又没人喜欢的女孩。

他似乎看出了我心中的摇摆,赶忙掏出了一个小盒子是一枚随后匆忙打开。并且跪在了我的面前,轻轻的说:“嫁给我吧,无论你变成什么样子。都让我做你的港湾。不要离开我。。”
随后一个热烈的拥抱,温度足以毁灭我内心一切的意念。瞬间我的脑子一下就空了。我木然的看着天空。我不断的找着借口,找着我一定要推开他的借口。
我为什要回去?
回去做什么?被人歧视,笑话?
想到这里我的手在内心的挣扎中。慢慢的朝上伸着,速度很慢。而且,我不断的告诉自己一定要慢下来。这样我就会多有点时间了。
可是杰克却没有给我这个时间在我耳根送上了最热烈的一吻,一吻送到。我的耳朵似乎也听到了“嗡”的一声。回家的意志似乎被一个巨大的车轮碾了个粉碎。
我想说,我要嫁给你,我要在这个世界永远的陪伴你。我会不顾一切的爱你。。。。。。一切一切。我还要亲吻他,嫁给他,为他生许多的孩子。以及一切。。。。
但是就在一个“我”字还没出口,我柔软的手臂就被一把抓住并拖入了一个人的怀抱。惊恐跌入怀抱的我看着那个人才发现那居然是老房东。看样子他是怕我冷给我送衣服的。而此时他似乎有些嘲笑意味的看着杰克。
而杰克的眼神是那么的绝望,他多么希望我送给老房东一个耳光。但是,我此时却被缠绕在怀抱中。中空的裙子则被那灵巧却如同古树般的手指灵活的顺着下体而侵犯着,我虽然心中千万分的想推开他。但是,身体却忍不住那股热流而娇喘,并且将自己柔软的双腿不停地对着老房东隆起的部位蹭着。我陶醉其中,并且不住的亲吻着那已经谢顶了的头顶。
就在我陷入迷茫的肉欲的时候,突然感觉胸前一凉。我夹克的拉链被苍老的手指熟练的拨开。我感觉似乎一下就解放了,我感觉自己的胸膛就好像一张巨大的嘴。我想要将那贪婪的吸允着我胸部的他一口吃下去。
我享受着这种感觉,街上女人们鄙夷的目光也似乎在挑弄阴豆一般刺激着我。不一会我原本微微张开的阴唇就被一个炙热且熟悉的东西送了进去。好饱满,好满足的感觉。一送入的那一瞬间,我原本想反抗的手就一下子松开瘫软了下来。我的身体中也有一个热流向着他的那里喷了出来。而他却不满足,依旧为我送来了一波波搅动我心中那坛春水的波动。而我就如同骇浪中的树叶一样,伴随着着强烈的动作而享受着波涛中飘荡的感觉。
一阵阵的酥麻,传来。我感觉有许多的水一次次的喷了出来。知道最后的喷涌,我几乎就一把将那秃了顶的脑袋一把抱住,发出“啊”的一声嘶哑得如同野兽一般满足地叫声。
傍晚我和房东坐在公交车中,回复了意识的我静静的看着外面一点点退去的景色,以及夜幕下的河景。打开窗户,一股凉爽的风似乎告诉我“还是顺其自然,享受一切吧。”

于是我微笑的点了点头,甜甜的倒在了他的怀里。杰克在哪里,家在哪里我已经完全不关心了。我的手指现在最重要的就是要打开那裤门的拉链。 可就当我轻轻一碰,那鼓鼓的小帐篷的拉链就一下敞开了。不听话的小棒子,也好像是个不听话的小男孩一样一跃而出。可能是因为让那小东西一下得到了解放,它就好像是在舒展筋骨一样还一颤一颤的。那东西滑稽的样子不由让我暗自感觉好笑。于是我轻轻的用我白皙的手指,轻轻的点着龟头。好像训小孩子似的说道:“你跳啊,跳啊。”此时的他却是一句话不说。我只当是他在公共场所装严肃,不由心中暗自说道:“男人还真是虚伪。我偏让你有点反应。” 于是我微笑着一口就将那根有些那根弟弟一口吞了进去,此时他才“啊”得似乎很陶醉的哼了一声。我一听那动静不由抬头一看,这情景不由让我吃了一惊,那位老房东的脖子上已经被人架上了刀子。 而就在此时一个不好的概念告诉我,现在是六点。而这一班则正是下午六点的那班色魔公交。此时的我不由傻了眼,而无数双手却如同潮水一般涌了过来,他们将我拖到了车厢的最后边。 在那里那些贪婪的手侵犯着我的每寸肌肤,让我不由有些又气又恼。可是四肢早已经被制住,全身也被迫享受着这强烈的抚摸带来的一阵阵刺激所传来的心悸。如果说上次的背后是放荡的话,那么这次我的目光与他们相对则就好像是完全的色情表演。我的每一寸肌肤都在我的面前袒露了出来。 这感觉是那么的刺激,但是此时的我却害羞以及极其的害怕被人再这么看下去。于是我哀求着,求他们不要再这么看我。但是奸笑着的他们的眼神却如同饥饿已久的动物一样,完全无视了我的呼声。 渐渐的,我的声音就这样消失在了人潮之中。一只只贪婪的手,四处肆虐此时的我就如同被狼群分割的兔子一般。他们的眼神让我真正感觉到了害怕,我不敢直视他们的眼睛是那么的贪婪其中似乎都充满了鄙夷。只怕是最放荡的妓女都不会这样的袒露在所有人面前。我害怕的几乎都要尖叫了出来,透过人群我看到了他,他眼角的泪水。而我的意识渐渐的消失了,最后以至于我只剩下肉体的享受和伴随着人群的抚摸而开心的摇曳着。此时无论是伦理道德甚至是最低级的羞耻都在这四下贪婪抚摸的手中击打的粉碎。双腿则在他们不停地交换位置中,一张一合的配合着。直到最后我的小腹也被灌得满满的几乎就要撑裂了。但是这种快感始终没有停息,所有男人的肉棒都为我带来了永无止境的回味。置之于在每个人下车的时候,迷离且贪婪的看上一眼。 半小时后,我们到家了。老房东才扶着我下了车。此时的双腿早已经没办法并在一起,纱裙则也被扯得粉碎。双腿只要微微一动,就会有一股股白色的汁液也不自禁的流了下来。而下体则传来了一阵火热急促的颤抖,如同国电一般提醒着我刚才的滋味。在他的眼神里,我看到了他的羞耻。作为一个生长在东方的女孩我完全理解这个男人的羞愧。 他似乎有些言不由衷的说:“咱们报警吧。” 我轻抚了下他的头说道:“我理解你的尊严不必了。” 在他的眼神里,我看到了爱怜以及自责。但是随后他目光坚定的告诉我,始终会陪我走到最后。而他自责的泪水也不住的流淌了下来。 看着他满含的泪水,我拥抱住了他。我敞开了怀抱,将他的头放在我的乳房上。随后轻轻的一吻送到了他的头顶,在他耳边说道:“我没事。”随后,他一把将我抱起朝着楼道走去。此时我才感觉到原本矮小的他是那么的高大,我轻轻的抚摸了下他的头唤了下他的名“雷蒙德”。第五章 笑话



Raymond carried me to the bed, seeing that I was alright. He wanted to cheer me up, so he tried all sorts of ways to make me laugh. "A young man on a bus saw a beautiful woman with a low-cut neckline, revealing her cleavage, and jokingly said, 'What a place where peach blossoms bloom!' The woman, upon hearing this, lifted her skirt and said, 'And the place where you were born and raised!'" As soon as he finished speaking, I looked at my slightly exposed nipples and his squinting eyes, and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Do you also miss the place where you were born and raised?"
Hearing this, Raymond, who was already over sixty, pouted slightly like a child feigning innocence, nodded, and said, "Oh." Then he shouted "Mommy!" and pounced on me. A series of innocent sucking motions on my nipples made me giggle uncontrollably. But after his antics, the slight disappointment I felt earlier vanished instantly. We lay on the bed, and I gently stroked his head. I gently placed his hand on my exposed breasts, indicating that I could continue to satisfy him. He looked at my swollen genitals and caressed them with a hint of tenderness. I softly said, "It's okay, satisfying you is the key." Then, he nodded and gently inserted his penis. The feeling was completely different, stimulating yet filled with sweetness. The sweetness came from his loving gaze, his affectionate caresses, and everything else. At that moment, I secretly decided to give my body to him, no matter what. Time passed slowly, and half a year had passed since that bus ride. In these six months, I found a job, and a pretty good one at that—a clerk in the municipal government. Tomorrow, I only need to organize some documents. In capitalism, my boss is relatively upright, and there aren't many stories. Every evening, I would prepare dinner and wait for Raymond. And at night, he would always warm my otherwise lonely and desolate nights with his masculine tenderness. In this way, I felt like the happiest woman. Time flew by, and it was the eve of Christmas Eve. I returned home. Raymond, who used to joke with me while naked, was no longer there. Instead, there was only a note: "My son is coming home today. I want to take him for a walk. He's been in a bad mood lately... I hope we can talk about divorce later... Yours truly, Raymond." Looking at this note, I felt like a joke, a prostitute, the cheapest prostitute. What did I get in return for spending my days with him? Nothing, only lust. No, I got lies. I didn't care if he had a wife, but he deceived me time and time again... I lit a cigarette... I stood on the balcony, looking at the bustling city, the hurried pedestrians and vehicles. Everyone's experiences are a story, and looking at the pregnancy certificate I received from the hospital today, I felt like a complete joke. Thinking of this, I smiled and unconsciously picked up the notebook where I had written down the perverts' phone numbers, and started making a call. Soon, a dozen or so men appeared before me. Their eager gazes made me feel like I was back on that bus, a place I both loved and feared. I smiled slightly, opened my shirt, and exposed my body to them. I let those men's greedy hands ravage me with a slight smile, when suddenly I heard a voice shout, "Stop!" I so hoped it was Raymond, but what I saw was Jack. His eyes were filled with hot tears, yet his gaze was so resolute. He stood there, enduring everyone's questioning gazes. This situation was worse than death for someone as proud as him. At that moment, a thin white man walked over, seemingly with a mocking air. He smiled and said, "What's wrong, brother? Is this your mother?" He was fiddling with a knife in his hand as he spoke. Seeing this, I couldn't help but worry for Jack. However, things took an unexpected turn. Jack, who I remembered as somewhat timid, suddenly punched the man in the face. Then, the man's friends swarmed Jack, beating him mercilessly until he rolled on the ground in pain, whimpering like a wounded puppy. Just as I was about to intervene, the door opened, and Raymond returned. My bare chest offered no escape from his furious gaze. He was holding a hunting rifle. He glanced at me, angrily threw me a jacket, and then pointed the gun at the group. They seemed frightened, cautiously moving towards the door with their hands raised. But just as I was about to leave, I involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, and the wine glass I was holding fell to the ground. Raymond, momentarily distracted, was pinned to the ground and disarmed. He struggled in pain, but it was no use; he would suffer the same fate as Jack. The group tied the two men who loved me together, and one of the fat black men grabbed my hair and yelled, "Trying to fool me? No way. Don't want me to fuck you? Fine, then let the dog have it!" No sooner had he finished speaking than his accomplices produced a large, golden dog from somewhere. The dog, panting excitedly, wagged its tail incessantly as if sensing something good was about to happen. I was shoved to the ground, and amidst the thugs' excited cheers, the dog was thrown onto my back, its pungent penis sliding in and attacking my most sensitive spot repeatedly amidst the stimulating cheers. The repeated attacks and humiliating stares brought tears to my eyes, but my body was driven by a powerful excitement. The dog wasn't very fast, but its slow movements made me incredibly excited by the sensitive friction from the edge of its glans. At that moment, Jack and Raymond were pushed down not far from me, both weakly reaching out their hands to me. I didn't know who to grab. So I closed my eyes and pulled hard, only to grab a black man's penis. He shouted excitedly, "Hahaha. She loves me. She loves me!" This laughter seemed to be my biggest joke, but things didn't stop there. The guy pinched my nose and shoved that thick thing into my mouth. Again and again, my genitals endured almost everything—their penises, dogs' penises, even cucumbers, sausages, and wine glasses. They only released us happily after they'd used everything. Before leaving, the leader of the black men pointed at Raymond and said flippantly, "Thank you for your wife's hospitality." They left, but the oppressive feeling from their mocking gaze lingered for a long time. Jack, Raymond, and I sat there dumbfounded on the ground. Jack looked at us, then shook his head and walked away. Raymond hugged me tightly and whispered, "Darling, it's okay. Let's get married. I don't know how many men you'll love, but I'll always be by your side. I'll be your last." His words were like a cannonball, completely shattering my defenses. Naked, I hugged him tightly and burst into tears. At that moment, I swore that I would always, forever and ever, want him to be my last.

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