The Jade Intestine Soup of an Exquisite Beauty

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The Jade Intestine Soup of a Top-Tier Beauty

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Chapter 1 :

When I was little, my parents thought I was too noisy, so they sent me to primary school when I was just over 5 years old. I wasn't stupid, though, and smoothly started university at 17.

At that time, firstly, I was too young, and most of my classmates were two or three years older than me; secondly, the social atmosphere wasn't as open as it is now, and there were plenty of people who hadn't dated or had no opportunity to date, and unfortunately, I was one of them.

After graduation, I got a job at a public institution through family connections. It was 2000, the year online games and novels were booming, and I threw myself into it. After work, I was either leveling up in games or engrossed in online novels like Fantasy Sword. And so, I drifted along until I was 23. More than two years after graduation, I hadn't even had a single relationship! LOL! I'm fairly good-looking, even a little handsome. Looking back, when I first started living in the single dormitory at the institution, a few pretty girls seemed to frequently come to my room asking me for advice on how to apply for QQ accounts, etc. But at the time, I was always glued to the mouse and keyboard, just fumbling around and calling it a day.

Later, I realized how much I missed. The pretty girls either got boyfriends or left the institution and disappeared. This is one of the biggest regrets of my life!

In the prime of adolescence, I had my fantasies and impulses, but as a self-proclaimed homebody, I always relied on my "five fingers" (the term "homebody" wasn't yet popular back then, but my behavior certainly fit). By 2003, I couldn't hold back any longer and finally opened my eyes to the world. Yes, the world is beautiful, and I had to work hard!
Through stealth, deception, and relentless pursuit, I finally won over my current wife—a girl with a pure appearance and a lively personality. It wasn't easy!

Married life was quite happy. Two years later, not only did we have a beautiful daughter, but I also got a promotion to a minor section chief. The following year, my workplace raised funds for housing, and I managed to get a 120-square-meter apartment for a quarter of the market price. Looking around, it seemed like a wonderful life!

The apartment was located in a gated community within the second ring road of the city, on land owned by the workplace (that's the advantage of working for a public institution). The layout was also designed by the workplace itself: three bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen, and two bathrooms. Each unit had a U-shaped courtyard, with the bathrooms of two households facing each other on one side of the courtyard.

Across from my bathroom is the bathroom of He Ge from my workplace. He Ge is an engineer at the company, stationed at an office in another city, and only comes back for vacation every few months. He Ge's wife, Ping, is a staff member at the company. She was temporarily transferred to my department for six months for a project.

Ping isn't very tall, only about 1.5 meters, but she has a very pretty and delicate face. Although she's a year older than me, no one would doubt that she's younger than me when we stand together. If it weren't for her height, I think she could be a beauty pageant contestant.

Ping has a very outgoing and carefree personality, always smiling. When she sees someone she knows, she'll stand up excitedly, open her arms, and say, "Come on, give me a hug!"

regardless of how many people are around. Sometimes, even if friends or acquaintances make a slightly risqué joke, she'll respond with a cheerful laugh, without any awkwardness.

With her pretty and charming appearance and cheerful personality, many people have a good impression of her, and of course, I'm no exception, hehe. Unfortunately, I arrived at the company too late. By the time I got there, He Ge had already snatched her away, leaving me with no chance whatsoever, not to mention my introverted personality back then.

I remember when she first transferred to my department, she walked in with open arms, calling out, "Wen Baobao, come here, give me a hug!"

We were from the same unit, though not in the same department before, but we lived in the same building and knew each other long ago. She liked to hold and play with my two-year-old daughter, and so, when she called me, she also called my daughter's name.

A delicate fragrance wafted over, and I instantly melted, but before I could even react, she had already let go and started greeting other people.

Our department had three offices, but more than a dozen people, mostly women. Basically, the men all sat in one large office, and the other two were for the women. Because there were relatively few offices, and I don't smoke, I couldn't stand the smoky atmosphere of the large office, so I moved to a small office to work with several beautiful women. Of course, the deeper reason is obvious to everyone; being a section chief, you certainly have that much power, hehe!

They arranged a seat for Ping, right across from me. Watching Ping's beautiful figure constantly appear before my eyes, I suddenly felt the world was wonderful, even the colors seemed brighter.

I really miss the time we worked together, laughing together, having fun together, and even arguing about work. To be honest, although I'm a relatively easygoing section chief, she's the only one I've ever argued with.

Two things from that time still linger in my memory.

Once, after a workday, Ping called out, "Let's go out and have some fun!" Everyone agreed. So after
work, I told my family, and a bunch of us went out.

We ate dinner first, and of course, drank some alcohol. We didn't dare drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), so we finished a few bottles of red wine. Afterwards, we all headed to a karaoke bar near the office, ready to scream and howl.

The department still had some reimbursement allowance, so I didn't hesitate and booked a VIP room. It was quite large, with a small attached room besides the restroom, separated by a 2-meter-wide draped curtain. The lighting was dim, so it was hard to see anything from the outside.

We went in and ordered a bunch of food and games, of course, beer and dice were essential. Ping took the lead, grabbed the microphone and started singing. She was pretty good, with a very magnetic voice. I'm not a good singer, so I didn't embarrass myself.

After singing for a while, Ping gave the microphone to another colleague, squeezed in front of me, and wanted to play Liar's Dice with me. The loser would drink. Looking at her smiling face, I said okay. But there were quite a few people this time, and there weren't many tables in the large room for us to play, so I said to her, "Shall we play in a small room?"

She smiled and agreed without hesitation, pulling me to move to another place. The colleagues around us were having a good time, and basically no one paid attention to us.

It was just the two of us in the small room. Neither of us was very good at it, since we don't frequent entertainment venues much. We each won and lost, and each bet four or five bottles of fine wine. After drinking the red wine at dinner, I started to feel a little lightheaded. My head was still clear, but everything felt a beat slower.

Ping was probably even less of a drinker than me; she was already leaning back on the sofa, her face flushed, her eyes half-closed, her little red lips muttering something unintelligible. Slowly, her eyes closed, and her hands slid down to her sides.

Looking at her, for some reason, my chest throbbed, as if a flame had ignited. I slowly stood up, gently moved to sit beside her, leaned down, and slowly brought my face close to hers.
About four or five centimeters away, looking at her slightly parted, red lips, feeling her breath, which carried the scent of wine mixed with a sweet, warm aroma, my ears burned, and I could only hear the rapid pounding of my heart. Was this what it felt like to be smitten?

I was oblivious to my surroundings; a frenzied desire drove me to possess those red lips, and my remaining reason only allowed me to be gentle, gentle, and gentle again, so as not to wake her.

The moment our lips met, I felt as if the whole world consisted only of her lips. Slowly, I became more than satisfied with just that. I gently extended my tongue and slowly slipped it into her slightly parted mouth. Her mouth was moist and slippery, with a hint of alcohol.

Continuing to advance, I finally met her equally warm, fragrant tongue. I gently rotated my tongue, making full contact with hers. By this time, my penis was already hard and throbbing, and my hands couldn't help but start to caress her breasts.
Where I couldn't see, her hands were already clenched into fists, and a small, scattered sliver of dim light shone through her slits. Just as my hand was about to touch her breasts, one of her hands suddenly moved. My heart skipped a beat, I snapped back to reality, quickly withdrew my tongue, and sat up straight.

I saw her stretch her back, turn halfway over, change her position, and continue sleeping soundly. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it was alright, Ping hadn't woken up.

At that moment, amidst the noise, I seemed to hear a sound behind me. I turned my head and glanced around, but saw nothing. I turned back, staring blankly at the beautiful Ping. After this, my desire began to dissipate, and the alcohol increasingly took over my consciousness.

Behind me, the lower part of the curtains near the door had just stopped swaying… I don't remember the rest very clearly. I only remember yelling that I handed my handbag to someone to pay the bill, and then being helped into the car amidst the commotion. I vaguely thought I heard Ping's voice, but I didn't pay attention.

When I woke up again, I was in my own bed. My wife was still grumbling beside me, "Don't you know you can't hold your liquor? You drank so much."

Some time later, the project was almost finished, and Ping was about to go home.

That day, everyone else in the office had left, leaving just Ping and me. Ping was as cheerful and enthusiastic as ever. After I helped her solve a problem, she happily stood up and asked for a hug.

This time, I couldn't resist and hugged her back. Suddenly, her face turned unusually red against my chest. She pushed me away slightly, but I didn't let go. She didn't resist anymore and just let me hold her. After about ten seconds, I suddenly heard her say, "The door isn't closed."

I turned around and saw that the door really wasn't closed.

Our company requires all office doors to be open during work hours, but usually, everyone is at their desks, either working or browsing the internet. There's rarely anyone walking in the corridor, but it's possible some people go to other departments for business or to chat.

Out of concern, I let go. She took a step back, lowered her head, and didn't say anything more, her face slightly flushed. Seeing that she didn't seem angry, a surge of heat welled up in my chest. I slowly lowered my head, almost touching her face, and whispered, "Can I hug you again?"

Ping didn't speak, but her face turned even redder, her head still lowered, slightly avoiding my face.

The throbbing in my chest grew stronger, and I took a step closer, pressing closer to her. Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the door. Ping abruptly looked up, quickly left the office, and walked towards the restroom without saying a word.
I froze, then snapped back to reality, thinking, "Oh no, is something going to happen?"

These were all colleagues, and almost everyone lived in the same compound. If Ping really got angry and told others, everyone's spitting at me would drown me.

I stood there, lost in thought. A few minutes later, Ping returned, glared at me, didn't say anything, and went straight to her desk to work.

After that, until Ping left our department, she didn't give me a friendly look, but she didn't seem angry either. Everything was calm and uneventful; it was as if the matter had simply passed.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little regretful. It wasn't until three months after Ping left our department that things took a turn for the better.

Chapter 2

After Ping left our department, she worked on the floor below us. We often bumped into each other on our way to and from work, and gradually, Ping returned to her previous attitude towards me, sometimes even chatting and laughing. What

she liked most was playing with my baby when I took her for a walk. She always said that she didn't have time for her daughter when she was little, so her parents took care of her, and now that she had her back, she wasn't very affectionate with her and found her no fun. Looking at her, it wasn't like she was taking care of a daughter at all; she treated her like a toy, typical of a child. And now, she was using my baby as a toy again.
My baby also liked this auntie very much. Looking at those two smiling faces, one big and one small, I suddenly felt very happy.
That day, while we were playing, she suddenly said to me, "My computer is having some problems; web pages are loading very slowly. Are you free tonight? Could you take a look?"

I'm pretty good with computers, and I can usually solve most minor computer problems. I'm also quite helpful, so everyone at work likes to ask me for help with their computers, whether at the office or at home. I'm fairly well-known at work.

I figured I didn't have anything else to do that evening, so I replied, "Okay, I'll come over after dinner."

After dinner, I said goodbye to my wife, went downstairs from unit two to unit three—just a few steps—and went back upstairs to her door.

After knocking, she opened the door. She was wearing a casual, oversized t-shirt and capri pants. She wasn't wearing makeup, but her face was still bright and refreshing, giving off a girl-next-door vibe. She didn't look a year older than me at all, especially her prominent breasts, which were quite eye-catching.

"What a pretty girl!"

I teased as I walked in, something I used to do often.

"Tch, stop with the sweet talk. Nobody's as pretty as your wife,"

she replied with a laugh.

Though she said that, I could tell she was happy. No woman dislikes being told she's beautiful, especially by a man.

"If it weren't for being two years too late, I'd pursue you and make you my wife!"

Seeing no one in the room, I continued teasing.

Ping seemed to blush slightly and said, "Go away, if you say that again, I'll tell my wife!"

I grinned, not daring to continue. It seemed what happened that day still had a bit of a impact on me!

I started helping her with her computer. It turned out it was infected with a virus. Her antivirus software was a trial version, and she hadn't renewed it, so it was no longer working. I taught her how to renew it using her phone, update the virus definitions, and start scanning.

Watching the progress bar slowly roll by, I suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom. I told her, got up, and went to the bathroom.
Closing the door, I took out my penis and started urinating, while idly looking around. Turning my head to the side, I saw my bathroom across the street through the window, less than two meters away.

My bathroom window has frosted, etched glass. Because the light fixture is positioned outwards, when I shower, I can only see the light, not a shadow. Ping's bathroom window, however, is made of ordinary flat glass, completely transparent, with only a Venetian blind installed inside.

Currently, the blinds are fully closed, blocking all light, except for a half-drawn section to let in some light and ventilation. Since it's my own home across the hall, I don't feel any qualms about it, so I don't close them when I pee.

After urinating and flushing, I stopped just as I was about to wash my hands and leave. I thought for a moment, then went over and adjusted the blinds, leaving a small gap. After quickly doing this, I hurried out, my hands still trembling slightly.

I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and went into the study to continue helping Ping with the computer.

Once finished, I said goodbye to Ping, opened the door, changed my shoes, and went back inside. The screen was behind me, her eyes flickering slightly, but I didn't see it.

When I got home, my wife and baby were already in bed watching TV; she likes to watch TV for a while before going to sleep. I said hello and left the master bedroom to go to the study to use the internet, closing the master bedroom door behind me.

The study is next to the bathroom. About half an hour later, I heard movement in the opposite bathroom—the sound of the blinds being pulled down. I was so excited! I squeezed the door open, listened to the sounds from the master bedroom—they were still watching TV, nothing seemed amiss—and quietly went into my bathroom, closed the door, didn't turn on the light, and opened the window a crack to look across.

A scene that was both predictable and incredibly exciting unfolded before me: through the slit I had painstakingly created, I could clearly see a petite beauty preparing to take a bath—it was Ping.

Although the slit was small, I could basically see her overall outline, and her most prominent features were also clearly visible as my gaze moved up and down.

Ping had already taken off her outer clothes, leaving only her underwear, her hair held back with a large hair clip, and she was adjusting the water temperature. Her house didn't have a bathtub; they used a shower, which is the standard in our area, and bathtubs are rare.

After testing the showerhead and finding the water temperature suitable, Ping began to remove her last piece of underwear. Watching her delicate hands slowly remove the exquisite lace bra, I suddenly felt a lump in my throat.

As the bra was removed, Ping's breasts sprang out, like prisoners being released for a stroll, standing uneasily on her chest, the delicate nipples adorning them as if breathing. I felt like I was about to have delusions.

Her flat stomach gave no indication that she had given birth to a five-year-old daughter. Her skin, while not milky white, was certainly fair and delicate.

Then Ping began to remove her slightly transparent panties. I could see that her pubic hair wasn't particularly thick, and its shape seemed quite nice, as if it had been trimmed. I swallowed hard.

Hot water began to spray onto Ping's body, creating plumes of steam. Slowly, the steam rose, fogging the windowpane, making her silhouette appear hazy.

I exhaled, not daring to linger in the bathroom, and gently closed the window, opening the door and leaving. Sitting in front of the computer, I couldn't shake the image of Ping's beautiful, alluring body. Although I don't have much experience, I was certain Ping's breasts were definitely more than a 33, at least a C-cup, which wouldn't be an exaggeration for someone her 150cm height.

Why hadn't I noticed before? Was it because her bra was too tight? Hmm, maybe. Her breasts seemed to pop out when she took them off.

My penis hadn't completely subsided; it was still bulging, and I involuntarily started rubbing it… After a while, I couldn't resist any longer and went back to the bathroom.

When I opened the window, the sound of water on Ping's side had stopped, and Ping was standing by the window wiping herself. Most of the condensation on the window had dissipated, and I could see her full, firm breasts more clearly. They were so big! And they didn't sag or jiggle; they were just naturally pulled down a little by gravity, but the nipples were still pointing upwards—a perfect breast shape.

Just as I was gazing at her in a daze, Ping finished wiping herself and straightened up to hang the towel on the towel rack by the window. When Ping raised her hand to hang the towel, I thought I saw her movement pause for a few seconds, or perhaps she was tidying up the towel, but her head was definitely facing the window.

I tensed up and quickly squatted down.

After waiting for about ten seconds, and seeing no other movement, I slowly raised my head and looked across, only to find that Ping had already left the bathroom. Hmm? She finished dressing so quickly, but why didn't she turn off the light after leaving?

Ping's pair of fair, tender breasts quickly washed away the distracting thoughts in my mind, plunging me back into a state of obsessive fantasy.
An uncontrollable surge of desire erupted within me. I closed the window, hurried into the master bedroom, and after confirming the baby was asleep, pulled my wife to the guest room.

My wife smiled: "You weren't watching any porn or reading any erotic stories again, were you? Looking for me so late?"

I didn't answer, and immediately began undressing my wife. She giggled and began to respond to me.
It was a wonderful time, but I knew that when my penis entered my wife's vagina, I was thinking of Ping.

Chapter 3

Although I felt a little guilty and remorseful towards my wife, the next day after dinner, I still sat in the study on time, casually browsing the internet, actually listening for sounds from across the street. But I waited until after 11 pm and still didn't hear anything. During this time, I deliberately moved around to check if there were any lights on across the street.
Finally, I thought helplessly, "It's so cold now, I wouldn't shower every day anyway."

The next day at work, I seemed a little distracted. Ping's image, her breasts, kept flashing before my eyes. Yan, who worked in the same office, saw me like this and thought I was sick, so she came over to check on me.

That evening, I eagerly sat down at my computer to wait. As I waited, it was almost 10 pm, and just when I thought I was going to be disappointed again, I heard movement from across the hall. I quickly checked on my wife's whereabouts, and after confirming there was no disturbance, I hurriedly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door.

Opening the window, I saw Ping had already come in, carrying neatly folded clothes; she seemed to be taking a shower. But for some reason, I felt that Ping seemed lost in thought, her head down, her movements slow and deliberate.
Another sensual scene of a beautiful woman bathing, which made my penis erect, my blood boil, and I wanted nothing more than to mount her and charge forward. But reason told me that she was someone else's wife, and I couldn't betray my own marriage to disturb someone else's. Let all of this remain hidden forever in my secret world!

Just as desire and reason were clashing, Ping had finished showering.

After drying herself and hanging up the towel, she inexplicably turned around and stopped, her back to me. By then, the condensation on the window had dissipated. Ping suddenly walked to the blinds and adjusted the angle of the slats, making them completely dark.

I was startled and quickly crouched down, thinking, "Have I been discovered?"

I could only hear the sound of the blinds turning repeatedly across the way.

After a while, the sound stopped, and I slowly raised my head, revealing my eyes. What I saw left me speechless and almost gave me a nosebleed.

The blinds across the way had been completely flipped up to the other side, not only not completely dark, but actually more transparent than when I had adjusted them. The view inside was even more striking. Ping was leaning against the wall opposite the window, facing me, her legs crossed. Crucially, Ping's hands were involved: one hand was slowly rubbing her left breast, and the other was on her clitoris, clearly masturbating.

Could it be that Ping, nervous about masturbating, adjusted the blinds to block out the light, but accidentally turned them too much and flipped them over, giving me the benefit? The scene opposite me left me no time to think. Ping's right hand was deeply embedded in her left breast, the nipple erect and clearly hard, squeezed between her fingers. Her left breast was slightly deformed from being kneaded.

Ping's legs were constantly rubbing slightly, and I could see a shiny, reflective strip running down her thighs. Her head was slightly tilted back, her eyes closed, her small mouth slightly open, murmuring something, and the flush on her face after showering was even more vibrant.

It was cold, and the bathroom heater was on, plus the blinds were practically wide open, so Ping's alluring and lewd masturbation was clearly visible to me. While I stared in disbelief, my hand involuntarily went to my swollen, hard penis and began to stroke it rapidly.

Suddenly, Ping tilted her head back, her toes barely touching the ground, elevating her body slightly. Her mouth opened, and I could almost hear a lingering, soft moan. Her chest heaved rapidly, her breasts heaving. My lower abdomen tightened, and my penis, which I was gripping tightly, seemed to swell even more, spurting out about ten streams of semen.

I looked down and saw the wall under the window was a mess. Looking across the way, Ping had stopped masturbating and was quickly rinsing herself. In a flash, she grabbed some clean clothes and left the bathroom, apparently going back to her room to get dressed. I glanced one last time at the empty but still-lit bathroom across the way, then closed the window and quickly grabbed the showerhead to destroy the evidence.

What a memorable spying experience! But what I didn't expect at the time was that this would become a crucial turning point in my simple life of over twenty years.

The next day, I ran into Ping at work, greeted her with a smile, but noticed her face was a little red. She smiled back at me and immediately walked away, as if she was a little afraid of seeing me.

That afternoon, I received a call from my wife saying that her things were packed. It turned out that my wife works in the tourism industry as a tour guide, constantly traveling. Fortunately, my parents-in-law lived nearby, so we could leave the child with them.
The tourism industry has peak and off-peak seasons, and now that it was the off-peak season, the travel company, to save costs, started extending the holidays to two months. My parents hadn't seen the baby for over a year, and upon hearing this news, they immediately urged my wife to take the baby back to their hometown to see them.

My wife wasn't really keen on going back to my hometown. My hometown is in the countryside. After my parents retired, they wanted to return to their roots and moved back to live there. Transportation is inconvenient and there's not much entertainment, but my wife couldn't resist their longing for their grandchild, so she finally agreed to take the baby back to my hometown as soon as she had a break. As for me, I need to work, and I won't be able to take a break for at least another month and a half, so I'll be alone here.

That night, my wife and I put the baby to sleep early and had a passionate night together, making my wife moan and climax five or six times. I ejaculated three times, but I was too exhausted to continue and didn't pay attention to Ping.
The next day was the weekend. I left early to see my wife and child off to their hometown, and I ran into Ping as I went downstairs. Ping saw us with all our bags and asked what was going on, so I told her.

Seeing that it was getting late, we said hello and left, not noticing Ping's pursed lips and shifty eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

Chapter 4

The real turning point happened that evening.

In the evening, I returned home from dinner and received a call from Ping.

"Are you home?"

"Yes, what's up?"

"My laptop has a problem, can I bring it over so you can take a look?"

"Of course, or I can come over to your house to take a look!"

Thinking of Ping's seductive moans that night, my lower abdomen felt a surge of heat.

"Never mind, it's not good to keep making you run around. Anyway, it's just a laptop, I'll bring it over for you."

Hearing Ping say that, I didn't object anymore: "Then come on over, I'll wait for you at home."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, I suddenly noticed that Ping's voice trembled a little at the end. I frowned, but didn't think much of it. I went to the study and tidied up the things on the table, making a large space to put Ping's laptop. I heard the doorbell, knew Ping had arrived, and quickly went out to open the door.

As I passed the bathroom, I suddenly felt it was very bright. I looked back and saw that the blinds in Ping's bathroom across the street were still the same as the night before last, and the lights were on very loudly. Didn't Ping come to my house? Why aren't the lights off? Hmm, maybe she forgot!

The doorbell was still ringing. Without time to think, I quickly answered, hurried out, opened the door, and welcomed Ping in.

Ping was wearing a white turtleneck sweater with a small black coat trimmed in pale yellow lace, a mid-length cotton skirt, and black tights that accentuated her calves. Under the hallway light, Ping suddenly looked exceptionally beautiful, as if she had carefully dressed up. Her face was rosy, and she wore a glossy lipstick, making her look particularly sexy. She had eyeshadow on, making her already large eyes even more captivating. Her long, curved eyelashes, smooth hair, and a faint scent of perfume all made her stand out.

A surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, and my penis began to grow restlessly. Realizing this was bad, I quickly led Ping into the study. Only after we sat down did I feel a little better. I figured if I had stayed any longer, I would have embarrassed myself.

Ping looked at me, her eyes bright, a strange smile playing on her lips.

Without saying much, I started checking Ping's computer. It wouldn't boot after several attempts, and couldn't even boot into safe mode; it was probably infected with a virus. I told Ping, "The system crashed. I'll reinstall it for you!"

Ping didn't object. After confirming there was nothing important on the C drive, I started the reinstall. I used the Ghost installation disk, so the speed should be quite fast, though the vulnerability patching and virus removal might take a while.

While I was working on it, Ping said she needed to go to the bathroom. Without thinking much, I said, "Go ahead!"

A while later, Ping returned, staring intently at me. At first, I didn't understand, but then I sensed something was wrong. I turned around and froze. Ping's face was flushed, her lips were pursed, and her eyes were wide open, staring at me—I couldn't tell if she was angry or shy.

I stupidly asked, "What's wrong?"

Ping's face suddenly turned even redder. After staring for a few seconds, she suddenly turned and walked away. Completely bewildered, I quickly stood up and chased after her.

"What happened? What's wrong?"

I asked anxiously.

Ping stopped at the bathroom door, facing it. I walked over and stood beside her, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

Ping pursed her lips and said to me, "You opened the blinds in my house, didn't you?"

I was stunned. My head buzzed and blood rushed to my head. I didn't know what to do. No way, she knew that? Was Ping going to hold me accountable? My mouth involuntarily started to say, "No..."
"No need to say anything. My daughter and mother have been away these past few days. You're the only one who's been to the house. Who else could it be?" She

paused, then continued, "My blinds are always kept completely closed, but after you came that day, I noticed the blinds had been adjusted when I took a shower."

Then, Ping pointed to the open window in my house and said to me, "Who else could it be?"

I looked blankly in the direction Ping was pointing. The bathroom in Ping's house across the street was clearly visible.

Suddenly, a thought struck me. I turned and asked, "Since you knew I'd adjusted it that day, why did you open the window shutters even wider the day before yesterday, and...and...do it yourself?"

Ping's neck flushed red, and her eyes began to dart away, avoiding my gaze.
In a moment of impulsiveness, the words slipped out: "You knew I was watching you, that's why you masturbated, right?"
Hearing this, Ping seemed to lose her balance and crouched down. After a moment, she suddenly stood up and rushed towards the door.

I clenched my fist, determined to go all out, and chased after her, grabbing her and pressing my lips to her face. Ping froze for a moment, then struggled violently, but her petite frame was no match for me. I quickly tightened my grip on her and kissed her lips.

At first, Ping kept her teeth tightly closed, turning her head from side to side, trying to prevent my tongue from entering. I pulled my mouth away for a moment, and she felt it, quickly crying out, "No, don't do this..."

At that moment, I didn't care about anything else. Seeing my chance, I quickly thrust my tongue into Ping's mouth, engaging in a fierce battle with hers.

Ping made soft "woof woof" sounds, but her body slowly relaxed, probably knowing she couldn't resist me! Seeing this, I started to reach down to her lower body, and what I touched shocked me greatly. Even after my tongue left Ping's mouth,

her lower body was sticky and wet, soaking her entire pantyhose. Looking down, I saw a layer of vaginal fluid covering my palm—this definitely couldn't have come from just a few minutes of forceful kissing.

Could it be...? I suddenly became excited and said, "You just had an orgasm?"

Ping was in my arms, her eyes glazed, her head turned to the side, a look of shame on her face, but she didn't seem inclined to leave.

"You're not angry with me?"

My voice trembled slightly.

Ping closed her eyes slightly: "If I were angry with you, I wouldn't have come tonight."

Her voice was very soft, but I still heard it.

I grinned and quickly leaned in to kiss her again. Ping raised her hand and pushed me away, whispering, "Can we go to the bed?"

I quickly scooped her up by her legs and carried her to the master bedroom.

Chapter 5

Ping was very light, only 45 kilograms, so it was easy for me to carry her. I gently placed her on the bed and looked at her beautiful face. There seemed to be some tear stains at the corners of her eyes, and her blushing face hadn't fully faded, like a red apple.
I sighed softly, "So beautiful!" I slowly moved closer to her lips and gently kissed her. Slowly, she extended her fragrant tongue, and our tongues intertwined sweetly.

My hands reached up and slowly took off Ping's clothes, revealing a petite and alluring body naked before me.
Her disproportionately large breasts stood proudly on my chest, and I couldn't resist kneading them with both hands. Ping seemed to have snapped out of her shame, opening her large, watery eyes and reaching out to undress me. I, however, continued to grope and caress her body.

After a while, we were completely naked, but perhaps due to overstimulation, my penis was only half-erect. I awkwardly looked down, while Ping covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Then, to my surprise, Ping sat up, leaning her head towards my penis. My penis instantly entered a warm, lubricated cavity, and I couldn't help but groan with pleasure.

To be honest, I've seen plenty of oral sex videos online, but my wife just doesn't like to do it for me. When she tries, she only sucks briefly before gagging, so we rarely do it. But Ping's technique was much better. When she took it in, she sucked hard, her entire mouth tightly enveloping my penis. When she pulled out, her tongue flicked at the urethral opening, giving me a tingling sensation. When she took it in, only 3 or 4 centimeters of my 17-centimeter penis were outside, the egg-sized glans almost touching her esophagus.

Instantly, I got hard. I knelt up, preparing to pull out and find Ping's vagina, but Ping didn't let go. She grabbed my waist, leaned over me, and swallowed my huge, hard penis again. I had to use one hand to touch her breasts and the other to reach for her vagina.

Ping's vagina was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. With the fluid, I inserted two fingers. After inserting about three-quarters of my fingers, I felt a round, plump lump of flesh with a recessed opening at the top. I knew that was Ping's cervix, but it was strange that Ping's vagina was so shallow. Thinking about it again, it wasn't surprising. With such a petite frame, a short vagina was normal.

As I continued to stimulate Ping's cervix, she seemed to get excited. Her buttocks began to shake vigorously, and her vagina seemed to have a suction force, gripping my fingers tightly. Her head began to swallow and release my large penis even faster.
A tingling sensation came over me; I knew I was about to ejaculate. I quickly patted Ping's head, signaling her to let go. She tilted her head back, glanced at me with seductive eyes, and then swallowed and released even faster. "Ahhh!" I couldn't help but cry out, and at the same time, spurts of semen shot into Ping's esophagus.

Ping still had my penis in her mouth, swirling it around a few times before slowly withdrawing it. Then she looked at me with seductive eyes, her Adam's apple bobbing. I knew she had swallowed all my semen. My previously limp penis suddenly became hard again. How come I never realized Ping was so seductive before?

Ping clicked her tongue and said with a flirtatious smile, "You haven't showered yet?"

I was speechless. Seeing my bitter face, Ping suddenly laughed and whispered in my ear, "I like the smell of your pee."

My penis immediately became erect. Ping saw this and smiled even more seductively. She lay down, spread her legs, and said, "Come on, baby."

I didn't listen to what she was saying and immediately mounted her. I'm not a novice, so I hit the mark and went straight for the heart of the matter. My big cock plunged into Ping's already overflowing cunt.

Ping immediately cried out, "It hurts! It hurts, be gentle..."

I looked down and saw that it was only halfway in: "Why is your vagina so short? I'm not even fully in yet!"
Ping lightly slapped my shoulder: "It's just like this by nature. Go slower... It's so big in the front, I'm so full..."

Helpless, I could only slowly pull out and then slowly thrust in again. It was really tight, even tighter than when I first took my wife's virginity.

After a few dozen thrusts, Ping adapted much better and the pain lessened. She even began to gently sway her lower body in sync with my movements. My penis, which had initially only penetrated less than halfway, was now about three-fifths of the way in. A woman's vagina truly has great elasticity!

Ping's vagina was very tight, and her cervix was tightly encased. Each time I inserted, I could feel my erection hitting her slightly hardened flesh, unlike my wife, whose penis would slide past the cervix and into the vaginal walls around it.

This sensation excited me even more. As a result, I thrust faster and deeper, and Ping's moans, initially soft, grew louder and louder. Thankfully, she knew how to restrain herself, keeping the noise within a certain range; otherwise, if someone heard, we would both be finished.

Suddenly, Ping bit down on the blanket beside her, her lower body jerking twice. I felt the cervix, pressed against by the head of my penis, suddenly dilate, and several large gushes of hot fluid gushed out. Was this the legendary squirting?

My penis was stuck at the entrance of her vagina, and the vaginal fluid had nowhere to go, all concentrating near the head of my penis. This actually stretched the vaginal walls around her cervix, making my entire glans feel enveloped in a warm current, including the urethral opening, which felt tingly.

Looking down, I saw a bulge in Ping's lower abdomen. I couldn't help but thrust hard, and the head of my penis pressed directly against Ping's cervix. Because Ping had just orgasmed, her cervix had dilated, and the head of my penis actually went in halfway. Ping screamed, pushed off the bed with her legs, and pulled back with a "pop," like the sound of a beer bottle opening, coming from her lower abdomen.

Then Ping fell heavily onto the bed, her arms hanging limply at her sides. My penis head was still stuck at the entrance of Ping's vagina, not pushed out.

I could tell Ping had orgasmed, but I hadn't! So I continued to attack, and slowly Ping recovered and started to cooperate with me again. This slut, I really didn't expect that!

Because Ping's vaginal fluid was still trapped inside her, the space between my penis and the vaginal walls remained constantly filled with it during my thrusting. Ping no longer felt pain, but I felt it wasn't as tight and stimulating as it had been at the beginning.

Slowly, I involuntarily began to thrust harder into Ping's cervix, wanting to relive the pleasurable sensation from before. Ping opened her eyes and looked at me, moaning as she said, "Is...is it...wanting...to...go...in...a little...deeper...?"

I nodded vigorously, and Ping said, "Then...then...harder...go...in...in...completely...in...don't...don't worry about me..."

Hearing this, I became excited and began to thrust even harder. With plenty of vaginal fluid for lubrication and Ping's completely open mind, my large glans began to partially enter Ping's cervix again. This time, she didn't pull away as excitedly, but simply tried her best to spread her legs, cooperating with my thrusts.

"Ah...ah...Zhang...open...it's in...harder...harder...I...feel...it's in...it's in...all...in...ah..."

My large glans finally filled completely into Ping's cervix, an indescribable tightness filling my glans. At this point, four-fifths of my penis was inside.

I endured it, not daring to move any further, and asked Ping in a low voice, "Does it hurt? Should I come out?"

Ping's voice was a little weak, but her tone was firm: "Don't pull it out... I've had children... I've given birth before... I'm not afraid... You... continue... Don't stop... there..."

After hearing this, I really couldn't bear it any longer. I pressed my hands down on the base of Ping's thighs, pushed my legs together, and thrust my hips forward. With another "pop," my large penis was fully inserted into Ping's cunt, the glans breaking through Ping's cervix and entering the inside of Ping's uterus.

Ping was now biting the corner of the blanket tightly, her hands gripping my arms tightly, her eyes rolling back, like the last struggle of someone drowning.

Ping's thick cervix was tightly gripping my penis, my glans had touched the wall of Ping's uterus, completely soaked in warm love fluid. An unprecedented tingling sensation shot through my entire penis and into my brain, causing me to involuntarily begin thrusting rapidly.

Ping's vagina was already tight enough, but her cervix was several times tighter, giving my penis several times the intensity of pleasure with each thrust and rub. Combined with the tingling sensation of my glans soaking in her vaginal fluids, I couldn't help but ejaculate after only about twenty thrusts. Through the powerful constriction of her cervix, my semen hit the walls of Ping's uterus with even more force than usual.

When I came to my senses, Ping was no longer making a sound; her eyes rolled back and she was convulsing. I was terrified and quickly pulled my penis out, calling Ping's name and shaking her.

At this point, Ping's vagina and cervix were incredibly tight, but thankfully, my penis had softened after ejaculation, and with another "pop," it finally came out.

I kept calling Ping's name and rubbing her chest, and slowly, Ping finally calmed down.

"Ping, you looked so scary just now! I almost thought you were going to die!"

"Pah! You're the one who was going to die! I just haven't had such an orgasm in a long time."

Ping's voice was still a little weak. Of course, with such an intense orgasm, everyone would be in a bad state after the spasms.

I quickly got out of bed, poured her a glass of water, and brought it to her. She smiled at me, took the water, and slowly drank it.
Chapter 6

Ping and I lay down on the other side of the bed. The reason was that the other side was already flooded with Ping's juices.
When I pointed to the flooded area and told Ping, she let out a soft moan, turned her head, and punched my chest. I chuckled.

Then I started questioning her: "Did you really notice me moving the blinds that day?"

"Yeah, I noticed when I was hanging up the towel after the shower."

"No wonder you stopped for a moment then,"

I thought.

"You found out back then, why are you only questioning me now?"

"I panicked at the time, I didn't expect to come to you."

She paused, glanced at me, and continued, "Actually, I knew you liked me a long time ago."

"Huh?"

"That time in the KTV private room, I wasn't actually completely drunk."

Hearing this, I felt a cold sweat break out. If she had shouted back then, with so many people outside... Luckily, luckily, you're already mine, so I'm not afraid.

"Actually, I kind of like you too, and I was a little tipsy from drinking, so I didn't do anything and let you take advantage of me."

"Then why did you do something later?"

"I think I saw someone outside the curtain, so..."

"Hmm? Really?"

"Well, I'm not sure, maybe I was mistaken! You were really drunk later, and when I called for someone to help you, it seems like no one noticed anything was wrong."

"Oh, that's good. So you wouldn't let me hug you in the office after that?"

Ping looked at me, her smile disappearing, and slowly said, "You have a wife, and I have a husband. Even if we have feelings for each other, we should keep them to ourselves."

Ping paused: "I really didn't have the courage to accept you back then, until..."

"Until what?"

Hearing Ping's inner thoughts, I was a little anxious.

"Until the day I discovered that you had been peeping at me while I was showering. I panicked, but I also felt a strong stimulation. You know, I started getting wet down there."

Ping blushed and whispered against my chest.

Ping continued, "The next day, I took the day off from work. I kept thinking about it, feeling that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't stand the stimulation."

She glanced at me, "You know, He's always out of town and only comes back once in a long while. We women have needs too."

"So, the time the day before yesterday, you did it on purpose?"

I teased.

Ping lightly punched me again, "I was thinking about you watching from outside, and I just couldn't resist."

"You opened the blinds on purpose too?"

"Yes."

Ping looked up at me and asked, "Was it enjoyable watching that day?"

"Yes, I came right away."

Ping laughed. I asked again, "Then why did you come today?"

"My computer broke down, so I came to fix it,"

Ping answered with a charming smile.

Upon hearing this, I exclaimed, "Repairing a computer? Repairing a computer like this? Okay, you're being dishonest, see how I punish you!"
I reached for Ping's armpit, but she giggled and quickly stopped me. I spun my hand and grabbed her enormous breasts: "Wow, they're so big! How come I never noticed before?"

"I'm afraid of what people will say, so I always try to wear tighter bras."

"That's not good, it can easily cause breast diseases. You should wear proper bras from now on."

My tone shifted abruptly: "No, I need to check you out."

"No...don't..."

After a soft gasp, Ping continued, "I came here today mainly to confirm if you'd touched my curtains. I even left the bathroom light on before coming, and I knew it was you the moment I saw it."
Before I could ask any more questions, Ping continued, "And also to test just how much you like me."

She pursed her lips. "If your wife hadn't gone back to her hometown today, I wouldn't have been so indulgent."

Then, Ping sat up and said to me with a hint of seriousness, "I have a husband and daughter too. I don't want to break up your family, and I don't want you to break up mine. Let's make a deal: I'll be your lover, and we can satisfy our desires to our hearts' content, but let's not involve our families, okay?"

Looking at her serious yet pleading expression, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. I knew that she wasn't just afraid of affecting her family; she was also burdened by the heavy weight of betraying her husband. She made this request more to seek a sliver of forgiveness.

"I promise you. Having sexual needs isn't a sin. While infidelity violates existing moral norms, it doesn't violate human nature."

Then I rambled on and on, even mentioning the many 3P, 4P, and wife-swapping stories online, hoping to ease her mind, though I didn't know if it worked.

Slowly, Ping calmed down and leaned down to my chest, gently circling my nipple with one hand: "Actually, I know all that."

"Huh?"

"I have internet at home, and I've seen a lot of things online. I have accounts on several pornographic forums."

I was surprised; girls browsing pornographic forums are relatively rare, and I hadn't expected Ping to be one of them. "
I've read a lot of articles about 'Red Apricot,' otherwise, do you think I would have contacted you? I'm just a little unaccustomed to this situation."

Ping seemed much more relaxed, so I continued, "Have you watched those porn movies?"
"Yes, a lot of the actions in them are very exciting, so I learned some. He likes them a lot."

Mentioning He made Ping suddenly a little awkward. I knew she was still a bit reserved, but mentioning He was a step forward.

I deliberately asked, "Is He's penis as big as mine?"

I thought it might be better to use a more vulgar approach now.

Ping was still a little embarrassed, and after a pause, she answered, "Not as big as yours, about a quarter shorter."

Suddenly, she said with a mix of excitement and shyness, "How come yours is so big and long? It even went into my uterus! My cervix still hurts."

"Hehe, didn't you tell me to be rougher? Did it hurt then?"

"It felt really good then! A little pain doesn't matter."

"Hehe, I didn't know you had a bit of a masochistic tendency!"

"You mean SM?"

"Huh? You know about that?"

"Hmph, that kind of thing gets a lot of replies in those forum BT reposts."

"Have you seen any?"

Ping glanced at me: "I've seen some."

"How was it?"

"It was okay, a bit more stimulating than usual."

"Want to try it?"

I got excited. I love that kind of stuff, although I've never tried it. Knowing my wife's personality, I would never dare mention it to her. At most, I'd slap her ass a couple of times when I'm penetrating her.

Ping said timidly, "No, it hurts."

But I could clearly see she was a little excited, her legs starting to squirm.

"I don't like some of the really painful or gory things either. How about we try something milder?"

Seeing Ping hesitate, I continued, "Let's take it slow. Not today. We'll prepare something and try again next time, okay?"

Looking at my longing eyes, Ping finally nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with excitement and desire.
Holding her alluring body, I thought I had met a perfect married woman. Not only was she beautiful, with a great figure and a unique vagina, but most importantly, she possessed a wanton nature and a womanizing personality. She was truly a rare and wonderful bed partner.

Of course, I couldn't treat Ping as just a bed partner. I think a place in my heart had been permanently marked for her. All the little moments we had shared before would burst forth on this sensual night.
How unfair fate had been to me, making me meet her when she was already married; yet how fortunate fate had been to me, allowing me to have her even when she was married. Although we both had families we couldn't sever ties with, being able to hold her was my greatest happiness.

Gradually, we both felt increasingly sleepy and drifted off to sleep.

"Hmm, let's leave that laptop running all night, just use it as a copy machine."

That was my last thought that night.

Chapter 7

After that night, Ping and I began living like a special operations team behind enemy lines. During the day at work, we barely saw each other; considering the high turnover in Ping's department, we didn't even dare communicate on QQ. After work, even a text message specifying a place to eat meant we had to leave separately; at night, we had to go upstairs separately to avoid attracting attention. When it comes to having an affair, the word "secret" is crucial.
But even in this arduous struggle, Ping and I continued our affair with undiminished enthusiasm, employing all sorts of techniques I'd heard of or seen before but never tried.

The next night, I held Ping in bed, caressing her delicate body, savoring the afterglow of our climax.
Although Ping's body was extremely sensitive and cooperative, penetrating her uterus like the first time was still very difficult. Without the powerful dilation of the cervix during an extreme orgasm and without abundant lubrication, it would be impossible. Even with a penis as long as mine, I don't always get this unique experience when having sex with Ping, but every experience is an unparalleled pleasure.

Just now, I only penetrated a little bit. Seeing how much pain Ping was in, I gave up, even though she kept saying it was okay, she could handle it, and I shouldn't worry about her.

Although I didn't get that ultimate experience, Ping's tight vagina still gave me a lot of pleasure, and I could feel that at the moment I gave up, although Ping didn't say anything, the love in her eyes deepened.
My hand slowly slid from Ping's soft, smooth breasts to her pert buttocks, marveling at God's generosity in giving Ping such delicate and smooth skin. The fine sweat and rosy glow left after her orgasm added to her allure.
My fingers slid down her tailbone from behind, into a deep groove where a lot of lubrication remained. I moistened my fingers and gently touched a small opening.

I asked, "Have you tried this?"

Ping seemed a little uneasy, gently swaying her hips as if afraid I would violate her. "No. Don't touch it, it's dirty."
I suddenly got excited. "So this is still your virgin hole?"

Ping looked at my excited expression and suddenly laughed. "How about I give you my first time there? Consider it deflowering me. Hmm, but you have to wash it first."

I jumped up immediately, picked up Ping, and carried her to the bathroom, Ping giggling all the way. When

we got to the bathroom, I gently laid Ping down, letting her lean against the wall with her buttocks sticking up, revealing that alluring crevice.
I adjusted the water temperature to a suitable level and started washing Ping with shower gel. After rinsing her, I thought, "The outside is clean, but what about inside?" There was no time to buy a syringe at this point. I quickly looked around, and hey, I found it! I removed the showerhead from the bathroom. The end of the hose was a plastic threaded connector, about the thickness of a finger. I touched it; it was smooth, without any burrs. Hmm, perfect.

Seeing my actions, Ping didn't say anything, just smiled seductively.

Worried that Ping might not be used to it, I applied some baby wash to my finger and gently massaged her anus. Ping began to cooperate, slowly contracting and relaxing her anal sphincter.

Slowly, I inserted a finger into Ping's anus and began to gently thrust and rotate it, feeling like a thick, strong rubber band around my finger. Once inside, my finger could feel the warm intestinal walls inside Ping's anus, but they were a bit loose.

As I pushed my finger further in, Ping began to close her eyes, gently furrow her brow, and hum softly.
I asked, "How does it feel?"

"It's not very comfortable, it feels like I need to poop."

I was a little disappointed. I used to read novels about how comfortable it was for women when anal sex was done, but this didn't seem like it. But I didn't stop, and continued to fidget with Ping's anus.

Seeing that Ping's expression was slowly becoming more peaceful, I knew she had gotten used to it. I withdrew my fingers, dripped a large dollop of baby bath soap onto the hose, spread it evenly with my hand, and then applied the soap to Ping's anus. I began the important preparation before anal sex—an enema!

Hehe, they said they wanted to play SM, and here we are! I couldn't help but feel happy.

Of course, even in SM, you have to pay attention to the woman's feelings and keep it within her physical and psychological limits. If you don't pay attention to these things, then it's pure rape and abuse.

I gently inserted the hose into Ping's anus, paying close attention to her expression. When the hose broke through the anal sphincter and entered the intestines, Ping frowned slightly and groaned, but there was no obvious sign of pain.

Relieved, I turned on the tap, using the water I had already adjusted to the right temperature. The warm water slowly flowed into Ping's intestines. Ping maintained the same expression—eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed—without any obvious change, but her lower abdomen slowly swelled.

When it looked like she was three months pregnant, Ping's brows suddenly furrowed, and her teeth clenched tightly. After a few more seconds, Ping said, "I can't take it anymore."

I quickly turned off the tap. Ping turned her hand around, gripped the hose, and pulled her buttocks out, a trickle of water spurting out as her anus closed.

Ping quickly nudged me, signaling me to leave, her face flushing red. It seems even the most carefree woman gets shy when she's pooping!

Of course, I couldn't leave her to fight this battle alone! Hehe, I shook my head, indicating I wouldn't leave. Ping looked at me, smiled slyly, and said, "I'm not leaving, you'll stink!"

But she couldn't hide her embarrassment. She ignored me and sat down on the toilet to take care of herself. I tried to get a closer look, but Ping waved her hands frantically to stop me.

Looking at Ping, I suddenly had an idea. I ignored her, washed my hands, dried them with a towel, and quickly left the bathroom, leaving Ping watching me leave with a puzzled expression. I

went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a carrot I'd bought earlier, quickly washed and peeled it, took the front half, and scooped out a large section from the middle, making something thicker at both ends, thinner in the middle, and slightly pointed at the front, with the thickest part about 2 centimeters in diameter. Heh, that's right, an anal plug! I couldn't help but feel proud of my creativity.
Holding my homemade carrot-shaped anal plug, I quickly walked back to the bathroom. Ping had already finished pooping. Seeing what I was holding, she looked puzzled for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something, glanced at me in surprise, and then covered her mouth and laughed. It seemed she had guessed what it was.

Ping curiously took the homemade anal plug and played with it for a moment, then praised me, "You're so clever, you even thought of that!"

"Of course!"

I puffed out my chest, raised my head slightly, and pretended to be proud, but deliberately ignored Ping's teasing tone.

"You really are something else!"

Ping was indignant and started to tease me. I ignored her, gently pushed her against the wall, patted her butt, and began the second enema.

This time when Ping called for a stop, I deliberately delayed turning off the water valve for almost ten seconds, then picked up the homemade anal plug smeared with shower gel and inserted it into Ping's anus. It took some effort to get it into Ping's anus, after all, it was much thicker than my finger. But I didn't feel too much pity, thinking that my big cock would be even thicker than this later, how could I not get used to it?

Looking at that tender butt with a bright red carrot stick inserted, my lower abdomen throbbed, and my cock became very hard. At this moment, Ping was still pleading with me to pull out quickly so she could go to the toilet. I hardened my heart and said, "You were so arrogant just now, daring to mock my hard work. Now I must punish you!"

Saying that, I pulled Ping over, pressed her shoulders to make her kneel down, and brought my penis to her lips, saying, "Swallow my big penis, and I'll make you go to the toilet after I ejaculate."

Ping seemed a little excited by my coercion. She held my buttocks and began to suck my big penis without much hesitation.

The head of my penis, the size of a goose egg, went in and out of Ping's small red lips. I started to get excited and actively thrust my hips, wanting to go deeper into Ping's mouth.

Slowly, four-fifths of my big penis was swallowed by Ping, leaving only 2 or 3 centimeters outside. Each time I went in, I could hit a layer of flesh, which was already the root of Ping's tongue and the entrance to her esophagus.

I was panting when I suddenly pressed Ping's head down slightly, leaning forward to tilt her head back, pulling my hips back a little, and then thrusting my entire penis into her mouth, leaving no trace. It felt like my glans was breaking through a tight constriction and entering a narrow passage—it felt amazing! At the moment of

my thrust, Ping's eyes rolled back, and her throat constricted, clearly choking on my large glans. Surprisingly, Ping didn't push me away as I expected; she just squeezed hard. After

a few seconds, I started to pull back, trying to return to the initial position, afraid of hurting her. Unexpectedly, Ping started to hug my hips, thrusting her head forward and again pulling my glans into her throat, burying her nose deep in my pubic hair.

After a short pause, Ping's head began to thrust rapidly, each time a deep throat. Seeing her slightly flushed face, I began to hold her head and thrust into her esophagus like I was thrusting into her vagina. Ping rolled her eyes at me, gripping my buttocks tightly, thrusting her head forcefully to match mine, without any strain, completely ignoring the discomfort in her throat.

After about fifty thrusts, a strong wave of pleasure washed over me. I used all my strength to press Ping's head onto my penis, simultaneously thrusting my hips forward, inserting my entire large penis even more forcefully into Ping's esophagus. I held it in for a dozen seconds, ejaculating thick streams of semen into Ping's esophagus, no longer caring about Ping's feelings.
Coming to my senses, I released Ping, who immediately began to gasp for breath, seemingly having held it in for a long time, but then she coughed violently. I stepped forward, feeling slightly guilty, and wanted to pat Ping's back, but Ping quickly turned around, sticking her buttocks out at me, pointing to the bright red homemade anal plug.

I suddenly found it hilarious, but didn't dare stop for a second and quickly removed the anal plug from her rectum. The moment it was removed, a gush of water spurted out forcefully, and I couldn't dodge in time; some of it sprayed onto me. Luckily, this was the second enema, so the water was relatively clear.

After Ping finished spitting out the water from her intestines, her body went limp and collapsed onto the bathroom floor. I quickly helped her up, only to see two teardrops on her face, and she was still coughing slightly, with a few specks of white stuff stuck to the corner of her mouth—probably my semen that she coughed up. I felt both pity and a thrill at the sight.

Chapter 8

After cleaning her up, I helped the slightly weak-legged Ping back to the room. Seeing how uncomfortable Ping looked, I smirked: "Don't blame me, you're the one who offered me your anal virginity!"

Ping rolled her eyes at me: "I only said I'd give you my first time with my anus, not my first time with my throat."

Her voice sounded like she was being coquettish.

"It'll be mine sooner or later anyway, so why not just give it all to me? Besides, you offered it yourself."
My tone wasn't so much an explanation as it was teasing.

Before Ping could even speak, I slapped her butt: "Come on, stick your butt out!"

Ping hesitated for a moment, then rolled over and knelt by the bed, bending over to stick her large buttocks up, revealing a beautiful anus.

I stood beside the bed, holding the baby bath wash I'd brought, and applied it to Ping's anus with my fingers, rubbing it incessantly. As my fingers began to penetrate deeper into her anus, Ping started to fidget restlessly, trying to escape my intrusion—a purely natural bodily reaction.

Looking down, I noticed my penis wasn't fully erect, slightly limp, but I didn't want to wait any longer. I applied another layer of bath wash, and without saying a word to Ping, I grasped the base of my penis and pressed the glans against her anus. Ping glanced at me, said nothing, but her buttocks began to push back actively, encouraging me to apply force.
With the lubrication of the bath wash, my glans slowly slid into Ping's anus. Her hands gripped the blanket tightly, her toes clenched inward, and her head buried in the blanket; I could tell she was in some pain.

After my penis entered Ping's anus, I felt the anal sphincter like a large rubber band around it, with the glans pressing against the intestinal wall. Because of the shower gel, it felt sticky and uncomfortable. To be honest, I didn't feel much physical stimulation, and it wasn't as comfortable as penetrating Ping's vagina.

But seeing my penis inside Ping's little anus, thinking that this was Ping's virginity offered with genuine sincerity, I felt immense psychological satisfaction. My penis instantly began to swell, resuming its massive erection mode.

I clearly heard Ping let out a soft moan, and I stopped, leaning down to ask in Ping's ear, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, just very swollen,"

Ping turned her head and answered softly, her face flushed.

I involuntarily contracted my anus, and my penis twitched a few times, swelling even more, causing Ping to let out a soft gasp.

I didn't dare move my body anymore, but instead reached down and began to caress Ping's clitoris. As I rubbed, Ping's vagina became increasingly wet, slowly soaking my hands, and her face became even more radiant.
Then, Ping turned her head towards me, her eyes glazed, and said, "Go ahead, I'm fine."

I obeyed, beginning to thrust slowly, my hand never leaving Ping's clitoris. As my movements intensified, my large penis began to explore the secrets of Ping's intestines deeper and deeper.

But when I was three-quarters inside, I couldn't go any further. At this moment, Ping also reached behind me to support my lower abdomen, making soft moaning sounds, her deeply furrowed brows telling me I had reached the bottom.

I withdrew my hand, supporting Ping's buttocks with both, and said, "I'm going to speed things up."

Ping turned her head, opened her eyes, and looked at me, saying with a slightly panting voice, "Okay, use more force, this is my virginity I'm offering you, thrust harder, don't hold back!"

Ping's words greatly stimulated me, and I began to thrust forcefully, each time pulling my penis out until only the glans remained at her anus, then thrusting hard, forcefully plunging my large penis into her intestines. Although the sensation inside the rectum wasn't as intense as in the vagina, the tightness of the anal sphincter still provided a great deal of stimulation.

Looking back, the rectum, being an excretory organ rather than a sexual organ, simply doesn't have the same elasticity and comfort as the vagina; much of the stimulation was psychological. But at that moment, I was increasingly immersed in this strange stimulation, listening to Ping's gasps and cries, constantly thrusting my hips.

"Like this... a little... harder, a little... harder, don't... stop, a little... harder!"

Ping's voice was broken, with a hint of gritted teeth, yet a resolute tone.

I began to lose myself, moving my hands to Ping's hips and pulling them back forcefully to match my thrusts. Suddenly, I felt my glans shift to the right, entering a deeper passage; my entire penis was completely inside Ping's anus.

Ping's head jerked back, two large tears welling up, but she bit her lip tightly, only managing a trembling sound from her nose.

I had my eyes closed, still thrusting relentlessly, constantly feeling the intense pleasure of my penis being gripped tightly at the base.
With one last, fierce thrust, I reached the peak of my excitement, holding Ping's buttocks tightly, my penis, fully inserted into her anus, throbbing inside her intestines, shooting my millions of offspring into that place of no return.
I slowly withdrew my still erect penis, the glans making a "pop" sound as it passed through her anus. I saw that Ping's anus had expanded into a black hole about 2 centimeters in diameter, slowly closing.

I quickly grabbed a flashlight from the bedside and shone it inside. I saw the bright red rectal wall still wriggling, and at the deepest point, a right-turning opening was blocked by a pile of white liquid, about a third of it.

The lewd scene excited me, and I quickly grabbed my phone and started snapping pictures. After only two shots, Ping's anus closed, contracted a few times, and a stream of white semen squeezed out. This was much more realistic than the scenes in porn, so I quickly continued snapping pictures.

Ping caught her breath, shifted her position, and reached over to rub her anus, only to touch my semen. She rubbed her fingers together, picked up a clump, and smelled it.

She looked up at me, seeing me staring blankly at the semen on her hand, and couldn't help but smile. Her big eyes darted around, and she slowly put the semen-filled finger in her mouth, sucking on it before swallowing it. Her seductive manner made my lower abdomen throb; if I hadn't already ejaculated three times, I guarantee my penis would have been erect immediately.

Seeing my gleaming eyes, Ping giggled…

After washing up, Ping and I snuggled on the bed, looking through the photos together. The three-megapixel quality perfectly preserved that lewd scene.

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