The communications officer and the company commander's wife

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In 1980, at the age of nineteen, I joined the army in the Ninth Company of a unit in Heilongjiang Province, beginning my military career.

At that time, China was still very poor, especially in rural areas, so most soldiers were from rural backgrounds. They all joined the army with lofty ideals of escaping rural life. However, they hadn't received a good education and came with the smell of the countryside, making them unpopular with officers.

Although I only had nine years of formal education, my advantages were obvious. In addition, I was relatively handsome and eloquent. I was also very diligent, washing my clothes almost every day and keeping myself neat and clean. Therefore, not long after leaving the veterans' platoon, I became the company's communications officer. As the name suggests, a communications officer delivers messages for the company officers, but I also had to take care of their daily lives, even bringing and emptying their foot bath water. To be precise, I was the company officers' orderly, serving them.

The work of a communications officer was very hard, especially in winter when the army was conducting winter training, after which others could rest. Although I didn't participate in training, I had to follow the officers around. It was a case of the officers just giving orders, while the communications officer ran himself ragged. But soon, when the troops went up the mountain for construction work, everyone envied me, the communications officer. Because construction on the mountain was exhausting and dangerous, while communications officers didn't have to go up the mountain to work.

My story happened during that construction trip.

My company lived in tents, one tent per squad, except for our company headquarters squad, which had two tents each, because the company commander and political instructor lived separately, while I, the bugler, and the company commander lived together. The company's dozen or so tents were neatly arranged in a circle, with an open space in the center, also called the drill ground, which was the assembly area. We were surrounded by mountains, covered in snow in winter, blooming with flowers in spring, lush green in summer, and fluttering yellow leaves in autumn. The weather in Northeast China is distinctly seasonal.

September is the hottest month of summer, and the Northeast was no exception; the blazing sun seemed to be scorching everything.

In the morning, the political instructor ordered, "You guys, clean the company tent thoroughly. The company commander's wife is coming today; don't let that city woman look down on us soldiers." Who were we? Anyone who's served knows that a company headquarters has four main officers: a communications officer, a bugler, a medic, and a barber. I don't know if companies still have barbers now, but back then they did, and he was a very important one, holding the heads of over a hundred people in his hands. We immediately sprang into action, some cleaning, some dusting. Actually, there was no need to clean at all; the four of us were handpicked by the company, and the tent was already very clean. Our efforts were just for show, for the political instructor's benefit.

I'd never met the company commander's wife; she'd visited two years ago. According to veterans who had seen her, she was as beautiful as an angel.

I scoffed, thinking to myself, these rural soldiers, all they see at home are ugly, filthy, and sleazy rural women. It's normal for them to suddenly see a neatly dressed city woman and compare her to a goddess. Having grown up in the city, I've seen all kinds of beautiful women. But back then, I still hoped the company commander's wife would be pleasing to the eye, because I was masturbating and desperately wanted a fantasy object.

We waited from morning until afternoon, and after dinner, everyone was resting. I don't know who shouted, "They're here!" Everyone looked down at the dirt road at the foot of the hill, the only way to the company. I followed everyone's gaze. It was the regimental commander's jeep, with a canvas roof, approaching from afar, dust billowing behind it. Everyone held their breath, watching the jeep pull up and stop in the parade ground. The company commander got out first, followed by his wife.

Sure enough, she was dressed like a city girl. She wore a blue collared suit with a snow-white shirt underneath, the trousers were perfectly creased, and the cuffs covered half of her shoes, making her look very elegant. Haha, if you wore that outfit now, everyone would say it was incredibly tacky, but in those days it was absolutely fashionable. She wasn't the legendary celestial beauty, and was slightly plump, but definitely a beauty. She was about 1.65 meters tall, the standard height for women back then. Her black hair was styled in two braids that hung just in front of her chest, giving her a spirited look. She had a round face, fair and smooth skin, and delicate features, especially her eyes, which were large and beautiful.

An older soldier who recognized her greeted her, "Sister-in-law's here?" She nodded in response, smiling warmly. Her voice was very sweet, and her smile was incredibly beautiful. Led by the company commander, she walked gracefully towards the company tent. Her gait was also so elegant, like an actress walking on stage. I noticed her slender waist, but her legs were somewhat thick, yet this didn't detract from her beauty at all; her trembling legs gave off a sensual allure.

"This must be Xiao Zhou," she said, noticing me immediately.

"I recognized you from a photograph," she said before I could answer, explaining how she knew me.

"Oh, sister-in-law," I replied. I knew the photo she saw was a picture of me and the company commander taken back in the camp.

"Okay," she readily agreed, her voice clear and bright.

Over there, people were already helping to unload the things she'd brought, large and small bags, from the car and carry them into the tents. Then, she opened a bag containing apples and shared them with everyone. You might be wondering how many apples could fit in one bag? Let me tell you, the apples back then were called Guoguang, smaller than a fist, but very delicious. Although not everyone in the company got one, many people weren't familiar with her and were too shy to come in, so there were some left over.

"Here, Xiao Zhou, have one, taste the flavor of home." She smiled and handed me an apple. The company commander

and I were both from Liaoning, but not the same city, though they were right next to each other, so our hometown specialties were the same. In Northeast China, apples are a specialty of Liaoning.

"Thank you, sister-in-law," I said, taking the apple. Like everyone else, I didn't wash it, just wiped it a couple of times with my hands, and started eating.

Just now, when my sister-in-law turned around to get an apple, I saw her large, round buttocks. It was an absolutely perfect buttocks: her buttocks were already large, but her slender waist made them appear even larger. You see, women back then didn't wear tight pants; they wore baggy trousers, yet even in those baggy trousers, her buttocks stood out, tightly wrapped in the fabric. The shape of her buttocks was beautiful; from the side, they resembled a crescent moon; from the front, they were wide and thick, jiggling as she walked. I thought to myself: tonight's masturbation fantasies have a character—it's her, the company commander's wife, my sister-in-law.

That night, my mind was filled with my sister-in-law's plump buttocks, silently calling her name—Huang Shufen—and beginning a new round of masturbation. I learned my sister-in-law's name from the envelope the company commander gave her. That night, I masturbated many times until my hand was tired, but I still didn't feel satisfied. I think that on that night, most of the hundred or so men in the company were like me. If we, in our youth, didn't masturbate when we saw such plump buttocks, there must be something wrong with us.

Secondly,

according to regulations, military personnel with families are entitled to a one-month leave to visit their families every two years, as are civilian military dependents. They usually use their leave like this: for example, my company commander's wife came to the unit this year, and next year the company commander would go home, so the couple could see each other once a year. However, regardless of whether it's the husband or wife visiting, it cannot affect work. Therefore, the company commander cannot stop construction because of his wife's arrival; he still has to lead the soldiers to work in the mountains during the day, and only at night can he and his wife stay in a small village at the foot of the mountain.

Early in the morning, the company commander and his wife returned to the company. After breakfast, the company commander led his men into the mountains, while his wife stayed at the company because she needed to eat there. That day, my wife was very free, or rather, bored, so she wanted to find someone to chat with. During the day, the main force went into the mountains, leaving only the cooks, our company headquarters, and a mobile sentry post. The cooks were all busy preparing food, so she could only chat with a few people in our company headquarters.

Since my sister-in-law and I were from the same hometown and had common interests, plus I was quite talkative, she had more opportunities to chat with me.

Through our conversations over the past few days, my sister-in-law had gained a basic understanding of me. I learned she was a primary school teacher, ten years older than me, exactly twenty-seven. Looking back now, twenty-seven is considered young, but at the time, in my eyes, she was a ripe apple, a very voluptuous and mature woman. I was quite restless, always secretly observing her. I noticed that she not only had a large bottom but also large breasts. Back then, few women wore bras, so I could always see her breasts swaying under her clothes. I also discovered that she was the kind of woman whose beauty grew on you; the more you looked, the more beautiful she became. This further increased my nightly masturbation.

A week later, something happened that changed our lives.

That day, the third row finished work exceptionally early; they had picked a lot of mushrooms in the mountains. These mushrooms were a specialty of Northeast China, called pine mushrooms, and they were abundant in the mountains. Back then, China's economy hadn't yet recovered, and anyone who tried to sell mushrooms would be accused of speculation, so locals rarely picked them. Even those who did pick them usually ate them themselves or mailed them to distant relatives.

My sister-in-law's eyes lit up when she saw the large, fresh mushrooms, and she went up to ask about them. A soldier told her that there were many on the mountain, and that she could find these mushrooms if she looked for pine forests. Greed filled her eyes, and she was about to head up the mountain, but unfortunately, dinner time was approaching. I dare say that going mushroom picking is an absolute temptation for city dwellers, whether then, now, or in the future.

At dinner, because the cooks prepared a few dishes for the families, the four company officers would always gather together to drink and chat, with my sister-in-law keeping them company. The third platoon leader wasn't stingy, so there was an extra dish of pork stir-fried with mushrooms on the company table. These mushrooms were delicious when dried and stir-fried, but even better when fresh, and they all ate with great relish.

"Old Xie, I also want to go mushroom picking tomorrow. Otherwise, staying here all day is too boring," my sister-in-law said, seizing the opportunity. "

You've got to say no," the company commander said sternly. "The forest on the mountain is dense; you might get lost." The company commander was absolutely right. When the troops first arrived at the mountain, I heard a veteran tell a story. Two years ago, two soldiers from the south went into the mountains to pick mushrooms without informing their company commander, and ended up getting lost. Apparently, they could see the company tents from the summit, but once they reached the foot of the mountain, they couldn't find their way back. They wandered around in the dense forest for a whole day, and only when it got dark did they become afraid. If the company hadn't taken roll call that day and discovered two people were missing, then came up the mountain to look for them, the two would probably have had to spend the night in the forest.

"I agree to let my sister-in-law go mushroom picking," the political instructor said, his opinion completely opposite to the company commander's. "To be honest, my sister-in-law is very lonely during the day; having something to do will make the time pass faster." "Hey Lao Wang, have you forgotten those two idiots from two years ago?" Sure enough, the company commander brought up the incident from two years ago. "This year's mountains are much denser than the ones from two years ago." "Two years ago? What happened two years ago? Those two were idiots. They were right around the corner, but they wouldn't turn back. Whose fault is that?" the deputy political instructor said.

"That's just being bewitched." The company commander still insisted on his opinion.

"Don't be superstitious, Lao Xie. We're soldiers." The political instructor said.

"It's not that I'm superstitious, but what if..."

"What if what?" The political instructor interrupted the company commander, gesturing for him to stop talking. "Don't you believe me, Xiao Zhou?" "That's right, let Xiao Zhou accompany your wife. It'll be foolproof." The deputy company commander, who hadn't spoken until now, finally spoke up.

"Good, good, good. That lad Xiao Zhou will definitely do it. Last time, when he went to the regimental headquarters to deliver a message, it was just a round trip. He has a good memory; he won't lose your wife." The deputy political instructor praised me highly.

"Alright, Lao Xie, you don't need to say anymore. It's settled then." The political instructor interrupted the company commander again. "Xiao Zhou, come here. Tomorrow I'm giving you an important task. Take your wife into the mountains and bring her out safely. Can you do this task?" "Yes!" I had long wanted to be alone with my wife, and this was a rare opportunity, so I readily agreed.

"Alright, we'll set off tomorrow. Go prepare a basket, and make sure you come back with a full load," the political instructor said.

"Yes, sir," I stood at attention and saluted.

"Come out with me tomorrow morning, and I'll tell you what kind of mushrooms to pick." The deputy company commander was a countryman who grew up in the mountains; he knew all kinds of mushrooms and wild vegetables. "Don't bring back any poisonous mushrooms." "But..." the company commander was about to speak.

"But what? It's settled then, the minority obeys the majority," the political instructor interrupted the company commander. "I'm telling you, Lao Xie, if your sister-in-law picks any mushrooms, we can have some extra food and drinks tonight. The rest can be dried on the tent and taken home to your parents. It's a win-win situation, so why do you always object?" "That's right, that's right, stop talking nonsense, Lao Xie. Tonight I'll buy a chicken, and we'll have chicken stew with mushrooms," the deputy company commander said.

The company commander finally shut his mouth. My sister-in-law seemed very happy and eager to try. She glanced at me and smiled.

III.

After breakfast, I carried the basket, along with the samples the deputy company commander had collected, and went into the deep forest with my sister-in-law.

The mountain was a sea of trees, towering giants and dense shrubs shielding us from the scorching sun and obscuring our view. The gentle murmur of flowing water filled the air; a crystal-clear brook revealed the round pebbles at its bottom, further enhancing the mountain's captivating beauty. Listen, several unidentified birds chirped and sang melodiously in the branches. See, butterflies fluttered among the flowers, drifting erratically. My sister-in-law, like a forest fairy, exclaimed in wonder at everything she saw.

We looked around, each searching for something. My sister-in-law gazed at the birds in the trees and the flowers on the ground; to her, the mountain was a wonder. As for me, I looked at the samples the deputy company commander had given me, searching for mushrooms and wild vegetables, while also occasionally admiring my sister-in-law's plump buttocks, alluring waist, fleshy legs, and her pretty face and smooth skin. I admired her from the bottom of my heart; my sister-in-law was truly beautiful, just as everyone said, like a fairy descended from heaven.

For several days in a row, we returned with almost a full load. In the mountains, when we got tired, we'd find a clean spot to sit down and chat. After resting, we'd continue picking mushrooms and wild vegetables. Then, we'd return to the company for lunch and come out again in the afternoon. A week later, not only did the company commander and his men have a sumptuous dinner, but the company tents were also piled high with mushrooms drying in the sun. As time went by, my sister-in-law and I went from strangers to acquaintances, and then we could talk about anything.

One day a week later, I designated this day as Day One. Because during this week, we'd been picking and chatting as usual, with nothing particularly interesting to tell. But on this very day, my sister-in-law's attitude towards me subtly changed.

That day, as usual, we sat down on a rock to rest when we got tired and started chatting again.

"Xiao Zhou, do you have a girlfriend at home?" We'd already talked about almost everything; this was the first time we'd asked this question.

"No," I answered honestly.

"Nineteen years old and still no boyfriend?" My sister-in-law seemed a little incredulous.

"Really, no, sister-in-law."

"You should have someone by now," she said thoughtfully.

The next day, while we were still resting,

"Xiao Zhou, you really don't have a boyfriend?"

"I really don't."

"Didn't you have one in school?"

"Who dares to date so early? The teachers will punish you."

"Hehe, don't you want to find someone?"

Day three:

"I don't believe you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Sister-in-law, really not. I only studied in school."

"Hehe, didn't anyone pursue you?"

"Really, no, sister-in-law."

Day four:

"Xiao Zhou, what would you do if a girl pursued you?" "Sister-in-law, no one would pursue me because my family is poor." "But you're very handsome." The fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day… all the way to the tenth day, whenever we rested, my sister-in-law would always bring up this question. I noticed that whenever this question was mentioned, a blush would rise on her fair face. When she confirmed that I really didn't have a boyfriend, her eyes would light up with excitement. Especially on the tenth day, when she subtly asked me about having done "that kind of thing" with a woman, her face turned as red as the sunset, a pitiful sight.

This reminded me of the scene in *Water Margin* where Pan Jinlian seduces Wu Song; it's also a sister-in-law and brother-in-law relationship, except I'm not his biological brother-in-law. My heart pounded, and I thought to myself, if my sister-in-law pinched my shoulder like Pan Jinlian did, I would never be as heartless as Wu Song; instead, I would hold her tightly.

Unfortunately, it was already 4:30 PM. My sister-in-law glanced at her watch and said, "It's time, let's go back for dinner." IV.

Last night, it drizzled, but today the weather is beautiful, without a single cloud in sight. Before heading up the mountain, the deputy company commander exclaimed, "We're sure to pick a lot of mushrooms today. Xiao Zhou, you take your sister-in-law to pick as many as possible, and I'll reward you with drinks tonight." Since we'd already picked enough mushrooms near the company, my sister-in-law and I spent an hour crossing a ridge. There was a large pine forest there. Entering the forest, we were surrounded by lush green trees, making it difficult to move forward or backward. However, they were simply trying to present a beautiful scene; once you got close, it felt like finding a hidden gem. Sure enough, just as the deputy company commander had predicted, we found a large patch of pine mushrooms.

Pine mushrooms are usually hidden under decaying leaves, invisible to the naked eye. But if you go in and part the leaves, you'll find vibrant pine mushrooms, and finding one means finding a whole patch. We found a huge patch of mushrooms today; as my sister-in-law put it, "We're rich!" We squatted down and started picking. We'd only been picking for a short while when my sister-in-law said she needed to use the restroom and stood up to leave. So, as usual, I watched her big buttocks disappear into the distance. But she didn't go far. Behind a small bush nearby, she suddenly turned around. Although the bush covered her lower body, I could still clearly see her pulling down her pants.

"What are you looking at? Turn around!" My sister-in-law squatted down, only her head showing, and snapped at me.

My mind went completely blank for a moment. Instinctively, I turned away, blindly picking mushrooms. My sister-in-law's sudden turn caught me off guard and put me completely off balance. The most embarrassing part was that when she squatted down, I hadn't even reacted yet, still staring at her dumbfounded. I felt my face burning, a panic I'd never felt before washing my head. I didn't know if my sister-in-law would interrogate me when she came back; I tried to make up a story, but no matter how I tried, it didn't sound convincing.

"Okay," my sister-in-law said.

I looked up and saw her emerge from behind the small tree. However, she was pulling up her pants as she came out. I immediately lowered my head again, picking mushrooms in a flustered state. My sister-in-law came over, but instead of interrogating me, she said, "There are so many mushrooms here." She squatted down and helped me fill the basket with mushrooms, as if nothing had happened. My pounding heart gradually calmed down.

To our surprise, we filled the basket in just over half an hour in this small area, which matched what the deputy company commander had said. My sister-in-law glanced at her watch; it was just nine o'clock.

"Let's take a break," she said.

"Okay," I replied, and walked towards a large rock nearby. This rock, clean from last night's rain and today's mountain wind, was also very smooth.

And at that moment, I, unfortunately, needed to pee. I think I was probably scared earlier; I have a problem where I pee when I'm nervous.

"Sister-in-law, please sit down first, I need to use the restroom." I turned and walked away.

"Don't go too far, I'm scared," my sister-in-law said behind me.

"Okay," I replied, and walked behind a large pine tree. After I finished urinating, I came out from behind the tree and found my sister-in-law staring intently at me. I thought to myself, "Oh no, she's probably going to interrogate me about what I did." So I slowly walked towards the boulder, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to handle the situation.

"Come on, Xiao Zhou, sit here," my sister-in-law said with a smile.

She wanted me to sit right next to her, meaning she wanted me to sit side-by-side. I looked around and saw there were still empty seats, so I wondered why she wanted me to sit next to her. But sitting next to my sister-in-law seemed like a good thing, so I sat down without hesitation.

Suddenly, one of my sister-in-law's hands pressed down on my groin. And what embarrassed me most was that my penis was hard, and that hand was pressing down on the head of my penis. I was startled and quickly looked at my sister-in-law. She sat to my right, and her right hand was pressing against my groin, so her body was slightly tilted, and she was looking up at me with her head tilted to the side. Her expression was frozen, her eyes fixed on me, a half-smile on her face, motionless, like a statue, only the color of her face changing, slightly red…deep red…light red, like the ever-changing sunset.

In that instant, I understood; everything I had hoped for had finally happened, but it had come too suddenly, catching me off guard. I couldn't help but call out, "Sister-in-law…" Her expression remained frozen, her hand clenching slightly, indicating her determination. We stared at each other, neither moving. I slowly came to my senses, knowing that at this moment, reaching out to touch any part of her body wouldn't be met with resistance, so I softly called out again,

"Sister-in-law," and put my arm around her shoulder. My sister-in-law obediently leaned into my arms.

"Aren't you ashamed? You're hard?" My sister-in-law's face was pressed against my penis, and she spoke softly, her other arm wrapped around my waist.

I didn't answer the question. One hand slid down to the buttocks I'd been longing for day and night, while the other slipped under my neck and placed on her breasts. My sister-in-law was sitting, so I couldn't reach the center of her buttocks, but I could feel their softness. Her breasts, however, were firm and large, round, and felt wonderful to touch. As I touched her breasts, she arched her back, seemingly cooperating.

"How old are you? Still touching them?" she asked, looking up, her face flushed.

"咂" is a Northeastern dialect word meaning breasts. In Northeast China, women breastfeeding their children is generally called "吃咂" (chī zuà). Generally speaking, breasts are reserved for children, and mothers often use this method to calm their babies when they're fussy. I don't know why, but as children grow older, this act of touching becomes shameful, implying a child who hasn't grown up. My sister-in-law's question meant, "Am I still a child?"

"..." I didn't answer, just grinned mischievously and rubbed them a few more times. I thought to myself, "If you can touch me there, why can't I touch you here?"

My sister-in-law tilted her head back, closed her beautiful eyes, and her lips moved slightly, her soft breath brushing against my face.

Everyone knows this is a signal for a kiss. Unfortunately, back then, I didn't understand kissing at all. This wasn't my fault, because society was very conservative at the time. Even married couples walking down the street didn't hold hands, let alone kiss. Art was even more conservative; even in the 1980s, when romantic movies like "Liu Sanjie" appeared, there were no kissing scenes. When I saw Du Qiu and Mayumi kissing in the Japanese film "Manhunt," I didn't understand what it meant. So, I only saw that my sister-in-law's mouth was cute, but I didn't know what kissing meant.

"You're so silly," my sister-in-law said, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down until our lips were pressed tightly together.

Just as she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I was startled again. But I immediately felt the sweetness, and I licked her tongue back, and our tongues began to intertwine. I stuck my tongue into her mouth, licking her neat, white teeth, licking her gums, licking... My body began to stir, my penis hard as if it wanted to burst through my pants. My hands weren't limited to her breasts anymore; I touched between her legs through her pants. My sister-in-law gently parted her legs, moaning softly.

My hand first reached inside her clothes, pulling out her bra from her belt, and then touched her breasts skin-to-skin. Women back then didn't wear bras, and the bras were very tight, but my hand could stretch them open. After touching her breasts for a while, I reached down, wanting to touch the vulva of an adult I'd never seen before. My sister-in-law knew my intention and tightened her belly slightly, allowing my hand to enter. The problem was, the belt wasn't loose; my hand went in, but my wrist wouldn't go in, and it was very uncomfortable.

I tried to undo the belt. But then I realized that my sister-in-law was wearing a military belt, which must have been given to her by the company commander. Military belts are like some belts today; they require two hands to undo, and with one hand reaching behind her to touch her buttocks, I couldn't reach her, and with the other hand, I couldn't undo it. At that moment, my sister-in-law let go of me, untied the belt herself, and then hugged me and kissed me. The pants were much looser now, but the hooks were still on, and although my hand was inside her underwear, I still couldn't reach the right spot.

So I tried to open the hook, but the problem was, I couldn't find it on my pants. Apparently, women in those days wore side-opening pants, with the hook on the left hip. I'd seen my mother wear pants like that when I was little, but it was so long ago I'd forgotten. Seeing I couldn't find it, my sister-in-law let go of me again, turned around, and opened the hook, and the pants immediately loosened. Then, looking shy, she hugged me tightly.

My hand could finally slip inside smoothly. The first thing I felt was pubic hair; I realized adult women, like men, have pubic hair. Growing up, I'd only ever seen little girls pee, and I thought I'd seen women's vaginas, but I never imagined adult women had pubic hair. My hand moved westward, and that's when I truly touched the vagina—an adult woman's vagina.

It was a mysterious place, moist inside, but the moisture wasn't urine; it felt like lubricant.

I clumsily touched it, and my sister-in-law cooperated by thrusting her hips up and down. After a while, I started to take off her pants.

"No…no…" my sister-in-law began to resist.

At that moment, I was puzzled. My hand could have slipped inside at any time, but why wouldn't she let me take off my pants? Years later, I realized that even the most wanton woman would feel a pang of shyness at this moment, even if she had to pretend. Ignoring my sister-in-law's resistance, I insisted on taking off my pants. She held my hands tightly, but when I stopped, she would hug me tightly again. So, I waited for her to hug me tightly before taking off my pants. My sister-in-law resisted with her hands, but her buttocks moved up and down in coordination. Slowly, I saw pink panties underneath.

"Put your clothes under me," my sister-in-law said without opening her eyes.

I put my clothes under her buttocks, and this time she lifted her buttocks to help me take off her panties. I saw dark pubic hair. My sister-in-law cried out, "I'm so embarrassed!" and hugged me tightly, burying her face in my chest. I continued to take them off, but again I encountered resistance, and my sister-in-law kicked her legs wildly. But her kicking was entirely coordinated; she would occasionally bend her legs, bringing her pants, which were about to be taken off, to my hands, making it easier for me to remove them. I saw that my sister-in-law's thighs were as white as jade, flawless.

"You're so naughty, why are you taking off my pants?" my sister-in-law scolded, but her hands still held me tightly.

I reached out to touch her vagina, and my sister-in-law said no, covering her with one hand. Although this was my first time with a woman, I knew that this was the time for me to take off my pants. My sister-in-law said, "What are you doing?" She pressed my hands tightly, making it impossible for me to take them off. I tried to touch her vagina again, but my sister-in-law covered her hands to stop me. I tried to undo my belt, and my sister-in-law grabbed my hand again. We remained in this stalemate, but the rhythm of taking off my pants didn't stop, just slowed down. In this way, I used the strategy of "attack one thing while losing another" from Sun Tzu's Art of War, and painstakingly took off my pants.

"Oh my god." My sister-in-law saw my hard penis, stopped resisting, lay on the rock, and closed her beautiful eyes.

I knelt between two snow-white thighs, seeing her brown vagina, from which white fluid was flowing. My mind went blank; all I wanted was to insert my penis as quickly as possible. But then another problem arose: I couldn't find the entrance. I just thrust aimlessly.

"Sister-in-law, I don't know how," I had to admit, shamefully asking for help.

My sister-in-law reached out and grasped my penis, pressing it down. Wow, it felt like there was suction there, drawing my penis in. I felt that place was warm, moist, and smooth. I lay my whole body on top of her, and began to thrust. Just as I entered, my sister-in-law whispered, "Oh my god," and hugged me tightly, her buttocks rising and falling in response.

When I masturbated, I fantasized about being a sex expert, stamina-boosting with many women. But now I was so unsatisfactory; after only ten or so thrusts, I couldn't help but ejaculate. I thought, if I hadn't masturbated that morning, I probably would have ejaculated before even touching her vagina.

I stopped moving, my limp penis sliding out. My sister-in-law looked disappointed, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Is this your first time?" she asked. She knew the answer already; she would have known when I couldn't find the entrance.

"Yes," I had to admit.

"It's okay, it'll be better next time," she said.

Hearing her words reassured me, because she was telling me there would be another time.

"Get up, it's getting late, we need to go back for dinner," she said.

After she got dressed, she pulled my clothes out from under my buttocks. There was a large damp patch on them.

"Look, it's all your filth," she said. "Hurry up, wash it in the stream." "No need, it'll dry in a bit," I said, putting my clothes back on.

At this moment, we were back to normal. Her pants still clung to her large buttocks.

I couldn't resist going forward, hugging her tightly, pressing my hands against her buttocks, and kissing her beautiful cheeks. My sister-in-law hugged me tightly around the waist and returned my kiss.

"Don't tell anyone when we get back," she said, looking at me affectionately.

"Okay, I know."

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