My wife's cousin

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My wife's cousin

was a young man in his early twenties back then, fresh out of university, working at a large garment factory. Because he
was handsome, a college graduate, and worked in the finance department, it's no surprise that many girls were attracted to him
. (Actually, I'm quite introverted; it was only later, when my wife told me, that I realized I actually
had quite a bit of .)

Because it was far from home, I lived at the factory, and I had my own dormitory. The managers thought highly of me, so
I worked very hard, treating the factory like my home. As you know, there are many young women in their late teens and early twenties in garment factories
, and of course, quite a few are exceptional. My wife was one of them, but since she's now my wife, I won't
talk about her anymore. What I want to talk about is her cousin. She was the same age as my wife, and back then, I even considered marrying her! Don't
laugh, but I really didn't know how to choose back then.

I worked very hard at the factory, but even with all that effort, there was still a lot of free time. As you know, finance
is only busy for a few days. So when I had nothing to do, I would go to the workshop and help the workers trim loose threads. The boss wanted us to go to the front lines
to experience the workers' hardships and help them with some tasks. So I was very enthusiastic and happy. But once I got there,
so many people were staring, and I really felt a little uncomfortable. After work, they would gossip that the college graduates assigned this year were all good-looking,
especially the guy who worked in finance. ...

And so time passed day by day. I envied Xiaohua. He was a capable mechanic, a graduate of a technical school.
Because people wanted to get their cars repaired by him, he was very popular. Of course, it was common for people to take advantage of him and peek at his clothes.
As for me, I sat there trimming threads, but my eyes were always on them. I felt so uncomfortable, even though I was introverted.
But later, Xiaohua and I became good friends, and he became my mentor. Every night, I would listen to
the good things they had done that day, and of course, he told me to learn from them.

(Sorry, this is my first time writing and I'm having trouble getting to the point. Please forgive me.)

My wife and I fell in love on our own. The only reason I chose her was because her cousin used to work in a hotel, so she might not be a

virgin.

Later, it turned out my judgment was correct. My wife has fair, supple skin and a graceful figure that exudes
youthful purity. But her cousin is even fairer, with bigger eyes, and especially her breasts are so perfectly formed.
Now, just thinking about it makes me want to climb those mountains again. The only thing missing is youthful purity.
After establishing a relationship with my wife, I started thinking about her cousin. Because my wife is flawless, but she has thin, dark eyebrows, I
can imagine that her lower body must be quite something else.

One time, my girlfriend (now my wife) and I went home, and she insisted on coming to my house too. Of course, I agreed. When
we got home, I found out that my parents had gone to visit distant relatives and wouldn't be back for two days. This was a golden opportunity, and
a . I asked them if they were reading, and they both said yes. I jokingly said, "It's a little erotic!" “What does it
matter ? We’re adults now,” my cousin replied readily.

So I found some novels I’d treasured since school, and they both read them with great interest. As for me, of course, I cooked.
After dinner, perhaps they hadn’t had enough, they went upstairs without washing the dishes. I was too lazy to wash them either, so I went up too…
They were really engrossed. I watched them while watching TV, their faces turning red. I knew they were definitely aroused
, because the book contained explicit sexual descriptions from time to time. Around ten o’clock, my girlfriend said, “Let’s go to sleep,
I’m going to take a shower.” I said I’d watch TV a little longer, but her cousin said, “You go first, I’ll shower later.” After my girlfriend left,
I looked at her closely again. She was lying on the bed reading, her breasts almost popping out; I could even see her cleavage.

When it was her cousin’s turn to shower, my girlfriend leaned against my chest and whispered that we’d sleep in the same room tonight.
I knew she wanted it, because we hadn’t done it in a long time, and after reading those books, she must be horny. But I
still said, "That's not good. Are you going to let your sister sleep alone? You sleep with her." My girlfriend reluctantly
made a face.

When I came out of the shower, they were both in bed. I said it was really cold, and asked if I could
come in too. They were still reading and didn't say anything. I sat down as I spoke, my girlfriend sleeping in the middle, and I picked up
my book and started reading.

Around midnight, my girlfriend said she wanted to sleep and hid under the covers, but her hand went inside me
. I got hard from her ministrations, and I knew she wanted it, so I said to her cousin, "I'm going to sleep too
. You can read a little longer. How's the plot?" She didn't say anything, and I crawled into bed too. I
put my hand inside my girlfriend's private parts; they were soaking wet. I slowly felt the opening of her vulva; it was open and dripping with nectar. As soon as
I touched her, I stiffened slightly, afraid her sister would find out, so the movement was very small. But I didn't go in; I just lingered at the entrance. My girlfriend
had no choice but to grab my fingers and push them in. I unceremoniously inserted my index finger, while my thumb pressed against her
clitoris, which became hard. I rubbed it repeatedly, and more fluid came out.
So I inserted my middle finger, and the two fingers fought like two fierce warriors inside. But my head was still fixed on her sister.
She had turned her head to the side and was still reading. I think she must have felt our intense battle under the covers.
Then
my girlfriend couldn't take it anymore and desperately hugged me, pulling me up onto her. I pulled out my wet fingers and pressed
down on her, but I was afraid her sister would be embarrassed and move away, so I rolled down again. Now I was in the middle. My girlfriend moved
out a little, and her sister also moved a little but didn't leave, still pretending to be reading. I lay down between them,
whispering in my girlfriend's ear, "This won't do, I'll use my hand instead." She nodded helplessly,
so I once again slipped my hand into her pristine white vagina, feeling the warmth and giving it endless pleasure. With my
relentless thrusting, my girlfriend finally came. My hand was getting a little sore, so I turned over and pretended to be asleep. After a while,
I nudged my girlfriend with my arm; she didn't move, probably having a wet dream.

But I couldn't fall asleep. Even with my eyes closed, I kept thinking about the times I made love with my girlfriend…
about her pristine white vagina. Suddenly, I wanted to see what a hairy vagina looked like. I slightly opened my eyes and looked
at her sister; her face was flushed, her eyes still on her book. Then, I pretended to accidentally touch her thigh, and she
didn't move.

After a while, I got bolder. Although my girlfriend was right next to me, I was afraid she'd wake up and we'd have a fight,
but then I thought she was so tired she wouldn't wake up anytime soon. So she touched her sister's leg with her finger again.
Because she was wearing a nightgown, my hand naturally brushed against her skin. Instead of pulling away, I gently pressed against
it. To be honest, I was afraid her sister would get angry with me, and my marriage would be ruined. Our relationship
was already quite deep, so I had to be very careful. Seeing that she still didn't move, I started rubbing my fingers against her.
Only then did I realize how smooth her sister's skin was. I think her sister must have sensed my impulsiveness by now,
but seeing that she still didn't move, she probably acquiesced. So I started drawing circles and figure eights on her thighs, even
peeking at her through a slit.

She turned slightly and lay back, still holding a book. I started my attack again, slowly moving to
the base of her thighs, gently lifting the edge of her panties with my fingers. Just as I was about to advance, she blocked me with one

...

hand. I wanted to stop, but the desire in my chest was uncontrollable. I changed my strategy and
reached for her waist. Seeing that she didn't stop me, I gently stroked it again. What a flat, firm
belly, so elastic! I slipped my hand inside her panties again. She grabbed me, but I
could and continued to push in. This time, she didn't stop me. Maybe she was thinking the same thing. I really have to
thank those books. Then I came across some sparse grass. Having always played on bare mounds, I was suddenly excited . I
gently pulled myself up, but what I really wanted to go was the peach blossom garden, so I continued on. The entrance to the peach blossom
cave was already wet, like it had been drizzled. I slipped in.

This was the second flower cave I'd ever been to, and I wanted to appreciate the differences. The inside felt slippery, and I started
to circle around. Then she spread her legs wider, as if she wanted to welcome me, a stranger. I moved my
fingers in and out, and accidentally touched a chrysanthemum-like bud. It seemed a little wrinkled. Why didn't my wife

...

have that? Never mind, just enjoy it. I gently touched it, and each time I did, her body trembled.
Then I noticed she had dropped the book, her eyes slightly closed, her mouth half-open. I kept pressing against it, and she moved even
more intensely, as if in spasms, while the nectar inside increased, making squelching sounds.
I then extended my middle finger, pinching the bud between two fingers, twisting it as if trying to pluck it.
It twitched, as if a small mouth was licking me.

I couldn't resist thrusting again, so loudly I was afraid of waking my girlfriend. But she probably
couldn't hear me . So I continued thrusting harder, touching her bud each time. She became hot all over, her body
undulating with each thrust, until finally a gush of hot nectar spurted out, like a torrent. My fingers felt so good
…

At that moment, I really wanted to fuck her properly, but I rationally left, went to my room, masturbated
, and then went to sleep.

Later I learned that the bud was actually the flower's core. Some buds were deeply embedded, like the one my wife rarely encountered, while others were...
shallow, like her cousin's. More importantly, her cousin ejaculated like a man during orgasm—it was truly
amazing to be sprayed by it. To be honest, I often think of her when I'm having sex with my wife. I even asked her to impersonate her, and she
agreed , but she couldn't fake that kind of ejaculation, that gushing, overwhelming pleasure...

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