The Adventures of a Cock [Part 1]

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Part One,

Chapter One:

I am a penis, a very ordinary penis, just like most of my brothers, nothing special. I have no horns or beard, and I usually just quietly hide in my master's crotch, only being taken out to see the light when he urinates. Otherwise, I live in complete darkness. I'm not as big as the other brothers, but I'm not particularly small either. When erect, I'm about six inches, hehe! Just so-so.

My master's name is Li Songming, and he's nineteen years old this year. That means I've been with him in this world for nineteen years.

Every morning, while he's still fast asleep, I quietly wake up to exercise. Don't let my usual weak and listless appearance fool you; once I get going, my muscles swell, my head grows big, and my waist thickens, making me quite intimidating. If I don't train diligently and maintain my condition, how can I be summoned to charge into battle and penetrate deep into the dragon's den when my master needs me?

Although I am part of his body like any other organ, he takes exceptional care of me. Every time he bathes me, he carefully pulls my skin back and cleans my head and torso thoroughly with shower gel, even washing away the grime in the creases of my neck.

His special treatment makes me even more loyal, ready to willingly serve him at any time. Even so, I don't like him calling me "penis"—that's too vulgar! I prefer him calling me "little brother," like brothers, it feels more intimate!

He's not very tall, but because he loves playing soccer, he's quite muscular. He has big eyes, short hair, and while not conventionally handsome—just like an ordinary boy next door—he has regular features, is polite and intelligent, and surprisingly, he's quite popular with girls at school.

Oh, never mind, he's awake. He slipped his hand inside his underwear and gently moved my erect penis towards his lower abdomen, letting me rest against his warm belly. Mmm, so comfortable. He rubbed his eyes, threw on a coat, and headed to the toilet. My first task of the day had begun.

He squeezed me and made me urinate into the toilet. While I was at it, I'd like to tell you something.

I wonder if he and his girlfriend had a fight. Yesterday, I heard a man and a woman arguing outside my crotch. The woman was clearly his sixteen-year-old girlfriend, Cuilan.

Cuilan was his aunt's youngest daughter, which meant she was his cousin. She was a nice girl; my master and I both loved her. I especially loved her little sister down there—so tender, smooth, warm, and tight.

We've already made love several times. Every time the little sister wraps herself tightly around me with her wet skin, I can't help but show off my skills inside, thrusting and pounding fiercely, making her completely submissive. Even her mistress is driven to screams and thrashing about on the bed, feeling like she's going to die.

Only when the little sister can't take it anymore, becoming wet and convulsing, do I ejaculate deep inside her, filling her to the brim, with some even leaking out from between her legs.

I remember the first time we made love, it wasn't as smooth as the later times. Although her mistress had already made her moan and gasp, and her little sister was dripping wet, when I tried to put my head inside, I found it wasn't easy, especially since it was my first time exploring such a tight, slippery space. As her mistress pressed down harder, I had

no choice but to grit my teeth and keep going. Finally, with Cuilan's cry of "Ah...it hurts...", the little sister and I were tightly united.

Although I hadn't yet fully embraced my little sister, I could already feel her warm passion. Her tender flesh walls tightly enveloped my front half, making me incredibly happy. I could only spit out the few drops of lubricant that had flowed out that morning from my urethra, and then I just stayed there foolishly, not thinking about moving forward or backward.

Before long, the environment inside became more and more moist and slippery. As I was savoring this change I had never experienced before, I heard my master say to Cuilan from the outside, "Can I move now?"

Cuilan whispered shyly, "Mmm... gently."

With a push from my master, I was fully inside. There seemed to be a slight obstacle halfway through, but I broke through it in an instant, all thanks to the skill I had honed every morning.

Oh! My little sister was gripping me so tightly, making it almost impossible for me to move at all. I felt a little suffocated. I guessed that the two of them were holding each other tightly at that moment.

Whether it was due to inexperience or a desire to let Cuilan adjust to the feeling of being forced into her narrow passage, the master didn't rush to go any further, simply remaining still.

I throbbed naturally inside her slightly trembling opening, as if storing energy for a more intense next attack.

Then, the master began to lead me. I slowly thrust in and out of her, carefully inserting and withdrawing. The pleasurable sensation intensified with each movement. I heard the soft "plop, plop" sounds of our genitals rubbing together, somewhat like the sound of the master stroking my foreskin with shower gel while bathing me. Each time I was fully inside, my head touched the cervix at the tip of her vagina.

Cuilan would tremble, whether from pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell.

Full of energy, I continued the piston-like motion, relentlessly transmitting the overwhelming pleasure to the master. This wonderful motion lasted for dozens of times, the master's thrusting speed increasing, and my tingling sensation growing stronger.

Naturally, Cuilan's moans and the master's heavy breathing became increasingly rapid.

They were about to reach their climax, ready to both climax.

I, too, was exhausted from thrusting, my veins bulging, my glans swollen and hard, unable to continue.

"Ah... Cuilan, I love you! I... I can't take it anymore, I'm... I'm going to cum... ah..." The master's muscles tensed, his lower body thrusting forward with all his might, pushing me to the deepest part of her vagina, a violent shudder causing him to tremble.

In his trembling, I also "plop, plop, plop" ejaculated streams of hot semen into her cervix.

“Songming…ah…I love you too, I love you to death…ah…don’t stop…it feels so good…so amazing…I can’t take it anymore…ah…oh no! I need to pee…oh…it’s coming out…” Cuilan, impacted by my ejaculate, simultaneously released a large amount of vaginal fluid from her vagina, spraying it directly onto my glans. Her little sister rhythmically sucked and sipped, tightly gripping me and convulsing, as if determined to squeeze out every last drop of my semen.

I had never felt so good, feeling as if I and my little sister had become one, exchanging the pleasure of orgasm, transmitting our burning body heat, tasting each other’s vaginal fluids…I truly wished to stay inside forever, never to withdraw.

Despite my deep reluctance, my body naturally and slowly shrank after completing my mission, unable to regain my former vigor. Soon after, I slid out of the cave with my sticky, mushy body, lovingly nestled against my little sister’s two red lips.

As I finished, a thick, sticky liquid flowed from the opening. I recognized that pale white liquid all too well—it was the semen I had just ejaculated inside. Wait, why is there a streak of blood mixed in? Am I sick? Or was I too rough and hurt her?

As if answering my questions, the master lowered his head and gave Cuilan a long, passionate kiss, saying in a deeply affectionate tone, "Cuilan, you gave me your first time, and I will cherish it dearly. There will be some bleeding after the hymen is broken, but it will be fine soon. I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."

"You bad guy, weren't you afraid I'd get pregnant? You shot all that stuff inside me without a second thought. Luckily, my period just ended, or you'd be exhausted. I gave you my virginity, you have to take responsibility!"

"Yes, yes! As you command, my dear wife... Hmm, does it still hurt there?"

"It hurt like hell when I first went in, like I was being torn apart. But after a while, the pain lessened, and I got a feeling I'd never experienced before, so comfortable. The longer you went in, the more comfortable it became, the more the pain overcame. Now it's still a little swollen and numb, kind of weird, but it doesn't hurt much anymore... Ugh, I'm so embarrassed..."

No wonder, you scared me half to death! I thought I was too rough and caused trouble! So girls bleed the first time they have sex. Thinking back to when I went all the way in, I broke through a little barrier, maybe that's what they call the hymen? I should have been gentler. Who knew, it was my first time too!

Oh dear! I was so caught up in the sweetness of our first time, where was I? Right, that day I heard the couple arguing more and more intensely, then I heard what sounded like something breaking, followed by a loud bang as the door slammed shut. The house fell silent; Cuilan probably ran away in a fit of anger!

Since that day, I haven't seen Cuilan again. My master has been listless all the time, and even his sleep isn't as sound as it used to be.

Sigh, boys are just so stubborn. Why did he have to make her run away? Just apologize and it would have been over! Now I can't even see my little sister anymore, really.

My master finished urinating and returned to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed muttering to himself.

I wasn't too annoyed either; he'd been like this for days, completely lost and dejected, I was used to it. Unexpectedly, his eyes lit up. He had actually pulled me out of his pants, first gently stroking me like brushing a kitten's fur. His touch tickled me, and I couldn't help but tilt my head back, staring blankly at him, wondering what he was going to do.

Seeing my head tilted back, he gripped my foreskin with one hand, moving it up and down, sometimes rubbing the glans with his other hand, sometimes reaching between my legs to rub my testicles. With

this three-pronged attack, I naturally reacted, becoming harder and harder, thicker and thicker, even the glans swollen and glistening.

Looking at the bedside table, there was a photograph of Cui Lan. Good heavens, he was masturbating in front of the picture! Master, I get up every morning to exercise and strengthen my body, not to give you a handjob, but to give you a cannon job! Although masturbation is also enjoyable, after a few encounters with my little sister, nothing compares to this. The feeling of masturbation can't compare to cannon job!

But I can't blame him. In fact, he hadn't masturbated since meeting Cuilan. Seeing this reminded him of her, and with my energy being so abundant lately, it was understandable that he wanted to release his pent-up desire.

He sat on the bed, leaning against the pillows, holding Cuilan's photo in one hand and rapidly stroking me with the other.

I couldn't help but peek out and retract my head from under my foreskin, the in-and-out motion making me dizzy. All the blood in my body rushed to my penis, making me feel bloated and uncomfortable. My mind was filled with only one thought: to quickly release the semen that had been churning inside me for days.

My master squinted, humming through his nostrils, and stroking me faster than ever before.

I was aroused to the point of burning with desire, my blood surging, my glans turning purplish-red, my penis as hard as an iron rod, on the verge of exploding.

Suddenly, the master straightened his legs, a "gurgling" sound coming from his throat. With a thrust of his hips and a contraction of his abdomen, a large gush of thick semen shot out of my urethra like a stampede of horses, shooting far into the distance. After several ejaculations, the photo, the sheets, and the sides of my thighs were covered in pools of white semen. Only then did he let out a long, relieved "whoosh," and his body went limp.

As he went limp, I slowly softened too, tears streaming down my face, hanging limply between my legs, awaiting his cleanup.

He grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table. I straightened my head, ready to be wiped clean, but he ignored me and picked up the semen-stained photo, tenderly wiping it.

I started to feel a pang of jealousy. In his eyes, I, his little brother, wasn't even worth a photo! He wasn't like this before. After masturbating, he always cleaned me up first before cleaning up anything else. Humph! It's just a photo, what's the big deal? I don't care about it.

Luckily, when I turned around, he had already wiped the photo clean, carefully placed it back on the small table, then went into the bathroom, wrung out a hot towel, and wiped my whole body. Then he pinched my genitals and stroked them upwards, squeezing out any remaining semen from my urethra

. He shook it off, pulled back the foreskin, and used the hot towel to wipe my glans, continuing until I was completely clean before tucking me back into my underwear. My anger completely dissipated, and I was utterly subdued by my master's care.

Actually, if my master had treated Sister Cuilan with the same care, she wouldn't have thrown a tantrum and run away, and I would have had another chance to rekindle my old flame with her little sister, another chance to throw myself into her warm embrace, and soak in her slippery, lustful fluids.

Almost a week passed, and still, Sister Cuilan didn't visit. This cold war was likely to continue for quite some time.

But I didn't slack off. I still diligently practiced every morning, pushing myself to the limit, ready to fight at any moment. I thought that Sister Cuilan would one day return to Master's embrace, and if I couldn't perform to my full potential, I would lose all face in front of the little sister.

That night, Master, for some unknown reason, borrowed a set of pornographic films from a friend and lay on the sofa drinking beer while watching them, probably trying to drown his sorrows.

This was really unnecessary. Several times, after watching pornographic films, Master used them on me, completely wasting all my hard work. Alas, it seemed that tonight I would have no chance to unite with the little sister again, and could only fight with my fingers.

The development of events was completely beyond my expectations. After watching the pornographic films, Master didn't harass me as usual, but instead put on his coat and left home.

I was secretly pleased. Could it be that Sister Cuilan had changed her mind and secretly arranged to meet Master outside for a reunion? Wow, I can see my little sister again! I can show off my power in front of her again! Hehe! All those days of practice finally paid off.

"Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang, and after a while, the door creaked open, and the owner walked in. My heart pounded, and I was so excited about seeing my little sister soon that I was hard, my whole body was hot, and my skin turned red. "Oh!

It's a handsome little guy. What, is this your first time here? Why are you so shy? Come on, take off your clothes and take a shower. When we get in bed, I'll make sure you have a really good time."

Strange, this voice definitely isn't Sister Cuilan's, but who is it? I've never heard it before. Puzzled, I could only wait and see. Perhaps the owner was just visiting some senior student in her spare time. It seems I'm just getting my hopes up for nothing.

Just then, I heard a series of rustling sounds as clothes were being taken off, and I was exposed to the dim indoor lighting.

Looking around, I saw an unfamiliar environment and gaudy decor. The entire room contained only a chair, a teacup, and a large bed.

The master stood there naked, facing a woman who was also completely naked. She was reasonably attractive, but more mature than Cuilan, who had a baby face. She wore heavy makeup, had medium-length curly black hair, and a slightly plump figure. Her breasts were much larger than Cuilan's, though they were beginning to sag. A large, dark patch of pubic hair covered her lower abdomen, obscuring her vulva entirely. Only a small part of her labia minora peeked out, but it was noticeably darker than Cuilan's, wrinkled and purplish-red, like a rooster's comb.

She smiled, took the master's hand, and said in an unbearably sweet voice, "Little handsome boy, don't be afraid! Practice makes perfect; after a few more times, you won't want to leave me. Hehe...hehe..." Then she just kept laughing. Then she reached out and grabbed me again: "Hehe! Not bad, your glans is still so tender, I'll give it a good kiss later. Little brother, have you ever made love?" As she spoke, she stroked me a few times with her hand.

My master blushed and murmured, "Hmm... a few times, I..."

"Give me back what? Let your sister help you take a bath first, and then we'll test your skills in bed. I like little boys like you the most. Later, I'll teach you a few tricks to use on your girlfriend, I guarantee you'll have her completely under your thumb. Women don't love bad boys!..." As she spoke, she half-pushed and half-pulled my master towards the bathroom.

Chapter Two

My master stood blankly under the showerhead, stiffly letting the woman do as she pleased.

She pressed some shower gel, first applying it to my master's chest, lathering it up, then washing his chest and back, and then washing me clean.

Her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, pulled my foreskin back completely, then applied shower gel to the glans, twisting and turning it until it ached and itched. Next, she gripped my torso with two fingers, moving the foreskin back and forth in the motion of a master masturbating, making a "squeak, squeak" sound that made me slowly and involuntarily become erect. She giggled as her other hand reached down, grasping and kneading my scrotum, making my testicles squeeze together inside. This wasn't bathing; it was pure seduction!

She said to her master, "Little brother, is this a comfortable wash? Come, you wash my breasts too." Saying this, she released her hand and instead took his hands, pressing them against her large breasts.

Her master hesitantly grasped her breasts, hesitated for a moment, then boldly began to knead them.

Her breasts were truly large; one hand couldn't hold them all, but fortunately, they were somewhat soft, allowing them to be molded into different shapes in his palm. Her nipples were twice the size of Cui Lan's, like two purple grapes, tempting her master to pluck and play with them.

She laughed and said to her master, "Aren't these breasts beautiful, sister? You naughty boy, I didn't expect you to have some skill. You've made me feel quite comfortable. It would be good if you could perform like this when we're in bed later." After washing her master's bottom, she pulled him back to the bed.

She had him lie on his back on the large bed, dried him little by little with a towel, then threw the towel on the floor and climbed onto the bed herself. She sat cross-legged beside her master's thighs, her fingers gently brushing back and forth on his pubic hair, teasing him so much that he raised his head in anger, pointing straight to the ceiling. She tapped her master's forehead with her fingertip: "Look at you, just a few strokes and your cock is already so hard, haven't had sex in a long time?" Before her master could answer, she added, "Hmm, your cock is quite beautiful, big glans, thick flesh and strong tendons, it must feel really good to fuck you."

At this moment, I was being played with by her skillful stroking gestures, and I couldn't wait to go straight to the heart of the matter, to crawl into her little sister and have a good fucking, so excited that even my urethral opening was oozing obvious lubricant.

Seeing that I was already at my limit, she brushed her hair aside with her hand, lowered her head and took me into her mouth.

Wow! This feeling was completely different from hiding in the flesh hole of her little sister, although it was also hot and slippery, the foreskin made the flesh wall stick tightly, but there was an extra tongue teasing the glans.

"Oh...oh..." If this continued, I would definitely not be able to hold back for long and I would ejaculate all my semen into her mouth.

My master seemed to understand me perfectly; he also lifted and lowered his buttocks with pleasure, allowing me to more easily mimic the movements of intercourse with a younger woman, moving freely in and out of her mouth.

Experience is indeed valuable; she had already noticed my unprecedented hardness and knew I would ejaculate soon. Skillfully, at this crucial moment, she abandoned stimulation of the glans and instead licked my shaft with the tip of her tongue.

This was another new sensation I had never experienced before. The tingling sensation gradually subsided, replaced by a ticklish, gentle caress. Different parts were licked at different times, making me unexpectedly want to thrust my entire body into her mouth again.

She seemed to deliberately prevent my desire from being fulfilled, leaving me precisely when I was most eager, and instead attacking my testicles. She held me against her lower abdomen, stroking me with extremely slow movements while licking her scrotum with her tongue, sometimes sucking on the left testicle, sometimes taking the right one into her mouth.

Just as I was annoyed that she wasn't paying attention to me, she straightened me up again, enveloping me in her lips and swallowing hard, making me feel as swollen and about to burst again.

Oh God, where is my little sister? I want my little sister, I want to crawl into her warm, moist fairy cave! I want to thrust inside! I want to give my all deep inside her!

Then she released me from her mouth, grabbed my legs and pressed them against her chest, causing my buttocks to lift slightly off the bed. She circled my anus with her tongue, occasionally flicking it like a snake's tongue, before returning to the anus.

The master had never experienced such stimulation in his life. His body trembled, his buttocks shifted, and he kept moaning in a dreamlike voice: "Ah...so good...so itchy...so sore...a few more times...yes, yes, right there...ah...I can't take it anymore, I want...I want it inside...I want it..."

The woman smiled smugly: "Little handsome boy, I don't know how many men have fallen for this move of mine. You've already shown some skill by not ejaculating in my mouth. Let me show you another move." As

soon as she finished speaking, she lay between the master's legs. Before I could even realize what was happening, I was sandwiched between her two large breasts in a deep cleavage.

She squeezed her hands together on both sides of her breasts, and my entire body was instantly enveloped by soft flesh, sinking into the mound of flesh that emitted a milky fragrance.

She moved her chest up and down, and I rubbed between her breasts. With each in and out movement, there was an indescribable pleasure. What's worse, every time my glans peeks out from between her labia, her tongue immediately comes to it, dabbing a few times on the urethral opening before it's fully inside—it feels incredibly pleasurable.

The master couldn't hold back any longer; he sat up and reached for her crotch, frantically digging and probing. It seemed that if I didn't penetrate soon, he might just force her down on the bed and have his way with me.

Seeing his eagerness, the woman giggled and reassured him, "Little brother, don't rush. I'll definitely let you have your turn. Young people are still young, your self-control isn't strong enough. Seeing how agitated you are, I can't even delay the theme song. Okay, first, help me with my breasts, get them wet, and then I'll let you have your way with me." Saying this, she turned her buttocks around, her vulva now directly facing the master's face.

The master was eager to mount, and now the entire vulva was on full display before him. He figured he might as well take advantage of it; even just looking was better than waiting. So he parted the thick pubic hair and pulled back the labia, revealing the entire vulva. The bright red, slightly parted vaginal opening and the delicate, bean-like clitoris were all captivating, leaving him unsure where to begin. The master decided to use both methods simultaneously, inserting a finger into the vagina and pumping it in and out, while pinching and twisting the clitoris with the other.

At first, the woman was like an old Wang boasting: "Don't look down on me just because I'm in my twenties, my little boobs are still so tender! Aren't they beautiful? The flesh inside is still pink, just as good as those young girls. I don't know how many men have been so infatuated with me that they've forgotten their own names. Hehe!..." But then she became less seductive. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly closed, her cherry lips were half-open, and she began to hum breathlessly: "Ah... I didn't expect you, you little blond boy, to be so good at this, always targeting my most sensitive spots... Ah... Insert your fingers faster... Yes, rotate that little fleshy spot a few more times... Oh! So good... So good... Again, that's right... Ah... The little fleshy spot is hard... Almost there... Almost the water will flow out..."

As she kept shouting like this, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth again, while she used her hands to grasp her breasts, rolling and flattening them, constantly kneading them, as if trying to speed up the time until we could have our official day.

I figured, with a cock as strong as mine, she couldn't resist and would want to put me in her cunt as soon as possible!

I heard her shout, "Oh...okay, I'm leaking...I want it...little handsome guy, I'm starting to feel good...hurry! Come and fuck me!" As she spoke, she tore open a small silver foil packet.

Suddenly, a transparent plastic sleeve was pulled down from my head to my base, and a rubber band tightened around the base, making it impossible to breathe.

"What are you doing? Let me out!" I cried anxiously in my heart. At this tense moment, when my master was about to make his move, why was she keeping me trapped? I was worried and completely baffled.

Looking through the sleeve, my master's expression seemed to approve of this unfair treatment, with no intention of rescuing me.

I was even more confused, so I could only resign myself to my fate and see what their next move would be.

The woman was now facing her master, her legs spread wide, straddling his lower abdomen. Her body was slightly bent, keeping her breasts in his grasp. One hand reached down to her crotch to straighten me, and with a sudden movement, her wide-open vulva came crashing down on me.

Wait! I'm still covered by this sheath, it's getting in my way, how can I use it properly? Quickly remove it, her vulva is already on top of me!

Everything went black, and I was inside the slippery, hot, sizzling cave. The folds of her vaginal walls tightly enveloped me; her vulva had silently swallowed me whole.

Hmm, it doesn't feel bad. Except for not feeling the wetness, the warm, tight, and slippery sensation is still there. Perhaps it's because the sheath is so thin that I can barely feel it. Having already faced off against the little sister twice, and now prepared for a direct confrontation, I was in a bind, unable to back down. If I could subdue her despite this predicament, it would demonstrate my strength and earn my master's favor in the future—perhaps even a blessing in disguise? Alright, I'd better grit my teeth and go for it!

The little sister had already begun her attack. The woman lifted her buttocks and sat down, swallowing and thrusting me into her vagina, the heat already engulfing me.

I quickly gathered my strength, making myself hard and large, my glans bulging like a mushroom. Taking advantage of her sitting down, I thrust high and forcefully against her cervix.

This tactic worked perfectly. After fifty or sixty thrusts, her calves trembled slightly, and she began to lose her balance. Her vaginal fluids flowed continuously, running down the condom to my base, soaking her pubic hair. Her thrusts were no longer as powerful as before, becoming soft and weak, and she began to moan: "Mmm...ah...you little rascal, you've got some skill...mmm...I've never had such a hard cock before...ah...my pussy is so full, it feels so good...thrust again..." "Yes! Thrust higher, harder... Oh... That feels so good... I knew I wasn't wrong, your cock is a good one... Wow! That hit the mark... It's making my legs numb... Handsome boy... My little husband... It's been so long since a customer made me come, let me die today... Please, harder..."

Hearing her praise me, I got even more excited. Not only did I thrust harder when she sat down, but I also seized the brief moment when she paused to raise her body to take another thrust.

Under my relentless assault, her little sister seemed to be running out of strength. Her labia minora were engorged and hardened, turning to the sides. Her clitoris swelled up to the size of a soybean, completely emerging from the clitoris. The tender skin was stretched flat and shiny, reflecting light. The flowing vaginal fluid had already dripped onto its owner's scrotum.

Her master was also panting heavily, moaning incessantly: "What a powerful cock... It's killing me... Why didn't you come to me sooner... Let me taste this pleasure sooner... Ah... Don't stop, faster... Thrust, thrust... Thrust again... Oh... Coming, almost there... I'm about to cum... My little husband, you're so capable..."

My master truly lived up to his reputation. Seeing this slut about to submit to him, he quickly pressed his advantage, flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. He then grabbed her legs and tucked them under his armpits, thrusting back and forth like a whirlwind.

I also cooperated with him, pumping away with all my might, making this woman shake her head and writhe with pleasure.

Suddenly, she gripped her master's arms tightly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, crying out, "Amazing, amazing... I give up... I'm coming... Ah... I'm coming..." Then she gave a huge shudder, her chest heaved, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed onto the bed like a lump of mud.

Brothers united, their strength could break gold; even with this defeated opponent already surrendering and trembling, we didn't let her go, continuing to kick her while she was down.

The master lifted her legs, which he had been holding under his armpits, and placed them on his shoulders.

Her buttocks were raised even higher, her vulva dripping with lustful fluids, her opening wide, utterly defenseless and at his mercy.

The master's lower body swayed incessantly, making me plummet like a pile driver, the powerful collision of flesh against flesh producing crisp "slap! slap!" sounds. Her lustful fluids gushed uncontrollably, flowing down her perineum to her buttocks, then down her anus, and finally dripping onto the sheets.

Although the rubber sheath reduced my sensitivity to friction, the continuous, powerful thrusting still brought waves of pleasure.

My master started panting again, head held high, eyes closed, mechanically repeating the same motion, then roaring "Ah...ah...ah..." His body shuddered, and he thrust me forcefully, the top of my head already touching my cervix. He continued to push relentlessly, with a force that seemed to want to squeeze in both testicles as well.

My whole body was rock hard, my head tingled, my blood boiled, and the semen I'd stored up for days surged forth. With nowhere to go and pursuers at my back, I couldn't resist. My glans opened, and a torrent of semen shot out like arrows, emptying my bladder in an instant.

As soon as the master ejaculated, it seemed all his strength had drained away with the semen. When the last drop left his urethra, he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, his limbs limp, and he fell forward, collapsing onto the woman who was barely breathing.

The woman immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, and the two fleshy worms were tightly intertwined.

After the pleasure subsided, I started to remember something: wasn't my glans still covered by that plastic bag? So much semen had been ejaculated, yet it didn't seem to have swelled up. Where did it all go? Could it be that I was so strong that I even pierced the plastic bag? Surely not!

The answer soon became clear. After their pleasure, their breathing gradually returned, and their minds began to clear.

The master lifted his upper body and pulled me out of my wet, fleshy hole.

Only then did I notice that the front of the sheath was filled with milky white semen. There was another small bubble at the tip, meant to collect the semen; no wonder I didn't feel any pressure when I ejaculated. Ah, even though I don't know what this thing is for, the design is quite ingenious and thoughtful. It's probably for penises! I don't know what to call it, so I'll just call it a "penis sheath."

The woman then sat up, tore off some tissues, wrapped the sheath around her neck, slowly pulled it off me, rolled it up, and casually tossed it into the trash can beside the bed.

Good heavens, that's several days' worth of semen I've stored up! How could it be wasted like that? I even tried my best to deliver it, afraid of not satisfying her. If I had known this, I would have saved some for myself.

As if to make amends, the woman carefully washed me in the bathroom, rinsing away all the semen residue sticking to my skin. After drying me, she even kissed me and sprinkled some talcum powder on my skin.

Seeing how meticulously she took care of me, I felt a surge of pleasure. Fine, I'll let it slide. Anyway, I'll produce more semen soon; consider it a wet dream.

After leaving the bathroom, we lay back on the bed.

The woman nestled against her master's chest, holding my body in her hands, and said to him with a radiant smile, "You know what? I haven't had that wonderful orgasm in ages. I didn't expect you to be so skilled in lovemaking at such a young age. That cock, so hard and strong, the moment it went in, my juices started dripping. Especially in the moments before ejaculation, it was as hard as a pounding stick; every thrust felt like hitting my chest. I absolutely love your cock."

Hehe, of course! Not to brag, but with a penis as capable as mine, I doubt any of my master's classmates could match me. Hehe, stop praising me, or I'll get arrogant.

My master clearly agreed with her praise, but still humbly replied, "Your breasts are pretty good too. I felt them sucking on me while I was penetrating, it was so good! Your pubic hair is so thick and sexy, my little brother got hard the moment I saw it. Your breasts are big too, they feel so good to hold, I've never seen such big breasts before." As he spoke, he squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

I knew my master was being boastful again; how many women's breasts had he seen! Excluding those in porn, the only one he'd ever seen was Sister Cuilan. Heh, men.

"Really? You appreciate me so much? If we meet more often, you can do whatever you want!"

"I know, I'll definitely come back to you if I need anything." My master took out his clothes, counted out a few bills from his wallet, and handed them to her.

"Thank you, but you might not be able to find me next time you come."

"Why?"

"To be honest, I don't work here. My main job is as a fashion saleswoman. My cousin works here, but she's on her period these days and can't take clients, so she asked me to be her stand-in for a few days to earn some extra money. Who knew that this stand-in would lead me to you, this machine gun! Your performance in bed was truly captivating and unforgettable. I want to suck that cock a few more times!"

"Then how can I find you in the future?" the host asked, putting on her clothes.

"It's not hard to find me. Here's my phone number." She took a pen from her pocket and wrote a few numbers on a piece of paper: "Let's keep things professional this time, but next time you sleep with me, you don't need to pay me. We both have our needs anyway, let's just be friends."

As the host left, she turned back and said "Goodbye," earning a flying kiss from her.

Chapter Three

Today, the master's mood was exceptionally bright, a complete 180-degree change from the past few days. Nothing else could make him so happy.

It was because Sister Cuilan had finally answered his call. Not only that, Sister Cuilan had invited him to her house today to try the dishes she had cooked herself, and afterwards they would watch her newly bought CDs together. The couple's little saga had finally passed.

My mood was just as inexplicably cheerful as the master's. Why? Because I could finally reunite with my little sister, whom I hadn't seen for over ten days, and spend a romantic night together. Just thinking about it made me hard. Are

you really that confident? Didn't they agree it was just a meal and some music? Don't worry. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and in the end, won't my little sister and I have to step in and make peace for them? What could better express our love and let each other understand our longing than doing this?

The host deliberately chose a new set of clothes, shaved his beard, and even bought a bouquet of roses from a flower shop before happily going to Sister Cuilan's house.

As soon as she entered, Cuilan threw herself into her master's arms, lightly pounding his chest and scolding, "I hate you so much, you bad man! You bad man! You can't even tease a girl properly. You always expect people to give in to your stubbornness, you don't know how much I miss you. I gave you everything, and you can still be so heartless as to ignore me. Do you know how many times I've cried these past ten days? You can let go,

but I can't. You bad man! You bad man! I'm ignoring you..." Her master kissed her cheek and presented her with a rose, "It's my fault, it's all my fault, I upset my little darling. Actually, I'm just as heartbroken as you are! I hope you can come back to me every day, I don't know how many times I've dreamed about you. Every time I dream about you, I..."

Her master whispered something in her ear, and Cuilan's face immediately turned red. She spat at him, "You're so frivolous, always thinking about those kinds of things. Come in now! Standing there like an idiot."

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Cuilan beckoned her master over: "Ming-ge, these are a few dishes I cooked myself. Want to try them? Hey, first thing, you can't say they're bad!"

The host asked as he walked to the dining room, "Hmm, why aren't Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin home for dinner tonight? Does that mean they won't have a chance to taste your delicious cooking?"

Sister Cuilan, while arranging the bowls and chopsticks, replied, "Dad and Mom are going to a banquet tonight, and my brother is going to karaoke with his friends. They won't be home for dinner. What, isn't it nice for just the two of us?"

The host quickly and awkwardly explained, "Ah, no, no. That's not what I meant..."

Just as he sat down at the table, Cuilan placed a piece of beef in his bowl: "This is your favorite satay beef. I learned to cook it from a cooking show on TV. If you like it, eat more. I've thought about it; I want to learn to cook more dishes so that after we get married, you can enjoy my delicious side dishes when you come home from work."

The host, of course, ate and praised as he ate, making Sister Cuilan laugh happily beside him.

Was it really just dinner? What a pity, it seems I'm useless again. Listening to them flirting and dine, I figured I'd take a nap to clear my head.

I don't know how much time passed before I was woken by music outside. Heh, just as Cuilan had planned: eat first, then listen to music. I started to doubt my own judgment, and was surprised at how innocent my master had become, and even more impressed by his composure and patience.

Hmm, something's not right! Interspersed with the music were intermittent "tsk, tsk" sounds. I'd heard those sounds before—the sound of a man and woman kissing, a passionate kiss, the sound of passionately sucking on each other's lips. Hey, I'm starting to understand, that makes more sense! I started to perk up.

Then a third voice joined in, a low moan from Sister Cuilan: "Ah...uh...uh...so good...be careful not to tear the bra...touch a little...ah...rub harder...yes, yes...oh...so good...ah, don't bite with your teeth...hehe, it's so itchy...suck again...suck the other one..."

I began to fantasize about what was happening outside:

Sister Cuilan leaning back on the sofa, the master lifting her coat, reaching into her bra to caress her still-developing breasts, then simply tearing off the bra and sucking on her two rosy nipples. I even imagined that the master might be slipping his hand inside Sister Cuilan's pants, brushing against the tender pubic hair on her mons pubis, like a baby's hair, or even going further to caress her delicate, bright red labia, teasing her clitoris hidden in the tubing. Ah! I wonder if he's inserting his fingers into her little sister's fleshy hole, digging and probing to make her wet, paving the way for my intrusion?

As I thought about it, my glans emerged from the foreskin, my penis noticeably growing larger, the foreskin pulling back lower and lower, blood flowing in, my body hardening… I stood up! As my erection grew stronger, the tent in the master's pants grew higher and higher. I'm ready to venture deep into their heartland. At my master's command, I'll bravely charge forth, bringing endless pleasure to my most beloved and cherished little sister.

Hmm? A bit of pressure. I suddenly felt something pressing down on my head, and then I realized it was a gentle hand lightly caressing me outside my master's crotch. Needless to say, just by the touch, I knew it was Sister Cuilan's little hand.

As if to confirm my guess, Sister Cuilan spoke: "Ming-ge, your little brother is so hard! Ah… don't pull your fingers out… ah… gently tug… so good… a few more times… oh… I can't hold back… Ming-ge… I want… ah… ah…"

Just as she finished speaking, a "hiss…" sound of a zipper ripped open, and I, who had been on the verge of ejaculation, was freed.

The first thing I saw was Sister Cuilan's delicate face. She was leaning down, her nose almost touching my glans, her face flushed as if she were drunk, her eyebrows drooping, her eyes half-closed, her tongue flicking and licking between her lips like a greedy beggar, ready to devour the delicious food before her.

Wow! Before I could even get a good look at her face, she had me in her mouth. Her warm, moist mouth enveloped me, the flesh of my glans touching my tongue's taste buds, my foreskin pressed against her hot, red lips. Oh! I had entered a space that was hard to leave.

She first sucked and swallowed me a few times, then licked my glans with her tongue. Although this was only the second time she had ever given me oral sex, and she wasn't as experienced as that stranger, her passionate enthusiasm and determination to make up for her shortcomings still made me feel so happy that I didn't want to leave.

Then she used her tongue to cleanse my entire body, licking from the foreskin down to the tip of my penis, and then back to the urethral opening. Her saliva soaked me like a drowned rat.

While I was enjoying the gentle caress of her tongue, I finally had a chance to take a closer look at my surroundings. It wasn't quite what I had imagined: the person

lying on the sofa was my master, and Sister Cuilan was straddling him, head to toe, intently performing a special service on me. Her spread legs exposed her vulva to my master's face.

He used both hands to further spread her already wide vulva, his tongue probing inside, trembling and teasing, sometimes at the vaginal opening, sometimes at the protruding clitoris.

She couldn't concentrate any longer, and after a short while, she had to stop, tilting her head back to catch her breath, panting as she cried out, "Oh...it's so numb...oh...haha...so good...Ming-ge...I can't hold back anymore...ah...it's numb a few more times...um...come on...I want it..."

With that, she straddled Songming's body, stood on the ground, leaned down on the sofa, raised her buttocks high, spread her legs a little wider, and then twisted her waist and swayed her hips, impatiently urging her master to let her quickly meet her little sister.

Her master, also at the height of lust, didn't wait for her to finish speaking before standing up abruptly, quickly pulling down his half-undone pants, kicking them off, and turning around naked to press himself against her buttocks.

I was already aroused and ready to fight, my body throbbing with excitement, eager to make my way in her. But alas, I was caught in the crossfire of passion, and could only anxiously wait for their lovemaking, hoping the prelude would quickly transition into the main event so I wouldn't be so close to her anymore. The long-awaited eve of the final battle finally arrived. I braced myself, head held high, ready to fight again.

My master, hands on Cuilan's pelvis, thrust forward, my glans already touching her delicate labia.

He seemed reluctant to let me penetrate immediately, only letting me tease and rub against her from the outside. Whether he was gathering his strength for a powerful strike or simply trying to whet her appetite, he wedged the tip of his glans between her labia, wiggling his hips, letting the glans swirl around her vulva, but it just wouldn't penetrate.

Although I haven't officially made my move on the little sister yet, just the thought of her hiding in her labia has already filled me with immense excitement. My glans keeps kissing her tender skin and tasting her juices, and I can't help but want to greet her: "Hi, little sister, it's been a long time!"

The little sister I haven't seen for more than ten days is still as fresh and lovely as ever. The few dozen hairs on her plump mons pubis are already wet and stuck to her skin by her juices. Her developing vulva is so delicate that it makes one both love and pity her: I love the two bright red labia minora that are shyly erect around the pink vaginal opening, making the clitoris that is half-protruding even more prominent, swollen like a small blood blister, making one dream of her at first sight; I pity the tender flesh that is so fragile, as if it is vulnerable to damage, making every outsider who is about to make a great display of his prowess feel a protective heart, afraid that a reckless forcible entry would hurt her and thus he will go easy on her.

Sister Cuilan could no longer contain herself. She moaned softly and actively swayed her hips backward, trying to position herself so her vulva was aligned with my glans, making it easier for me to penetrate.

My tip was enveloped by her slippery labia, fitting snugly into the groove beneath my glans. Skin to skin, flesh interlocked, the two organs seemed to become one. I teased her, nudging her left and right. This

teasing made her, like her master, so eager that tears streamed down her face. Her vaginal opening contracted and expanded, as if desperately wanting to pull me inside. Her released fluids not only soaked her but also flowed down my torso.

Sister Cuilan finally gave the final ultimatum: "Ah... Brother Ming, stop teasing me... Ah... I really can't take it anymore... Ah... If you don't put it in, I'll hate you... Oh... Ah... Ah... You bad man!"

Seeing that he'd had enough, the master calmly adjusted his position, aimed at the glistening pink vaginal opening, and thrust in. With a "plop," water sprayed everywhere.

Oh! I was back in the same place, once again throwing myself into the little sister's fiery embrace.

Sister Cuilan let out a long, relieved "Ah..." her whole body trembling slightly with satisfaction, even her skin flushed crimson.

I was completely swallowed by my little sister, Cui Lan, and now we were locked in a fierce battle. The hot, wrinkled vaginal walls pressed against me from all sides, forcing me to strain to swell my glans, using the fleshy ridges of the vaginal walls to resist the pressure, and to straighten my body as much as possible so that the impending thrust could counteract the friction of the wrinkles, eliminating all obstacles and allowing for a smooth, unstoppable assault.

Just as everything was ready, my master, in perfect unison with me, began to thrust.

I was already experienced and knew exactly how to coordinate with my master in the vagina, and with my familiarity with the process, giving my little sister complete pleasure was a piece of cake for me. With my master's guidance, my incredibly hard body began to slowly move within the slippery vagina.

My little sister is truly my best partner. Through mutual friction, we create the most wonderful feeling in the world. I share happiness with her, and she reciprocates with comfort. Accompanied by the beautiful "squeak, squeak" of her vaginal fluids, pleasure washes over me like waves.

We moved with abandon, seamlessly blending into each other, our movements perfectly synchronized. Our bodies, each infused with the master's blood, were overflowing with passion and boundless excitement. In our mutual exchange, we shared only one unspoken understanding: to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy together, hand in hand.

Outside, Sister Cuilan began humming a love song with its ups and downs: "Oh...ah...it feels so good...so good...oh...so good...it's all the way in...ah...ah...this feels so good...faster...don't stop...oh...faster...faster...I'm about to climax...Ming-ge...I can't live without you...I'll always be yours...don't leave me...ah...I'm going to fly..."

Inside, I could feel her fervor, not only from the tense contractions of her vagina, but also from the way she was matching my thrusts, her buttocks moving in response: when I pulled out, she moved forward, letting the glans reach the vaginal opening; when I thrust in, she arched back, letting the glans forcefully collide with her cervix, making each thrust reach its maximum potential, maximizing the friction area. The entire living room was filled with her constant moans and groans, accompanied by the "slap, slap" sounds of her buttocks hitting her owner's lower abdomen.

There's probably nothing more pleasurable in the world than sexual intercourse between a man and a woman. If it weren't for the fact that I'd become soft and unable to continue after ejaculating, I would have loved to keep thrusting like this forever.

As I unleashed increasingly powerful attacks, I fantasized about the scene outside:

Sister Cuilan, her hands braced on the sofa, her head held high, shouting as she swayed her head from side to side, her beautiful hair flying everywhere like an umbrella;

her master, on the other hand, was rapidly and forcefully thrusting his lower body while leaning over her back, his hands grabbing and kneading her underdeveloped breasts, hot breath coming from his nostrils, his eyes bloodshot.

Fantasy combined with action brought me one step closer to orgasm. My glans was swollen like a black plum, so hard it felt like it was about to explode. I imagined that if I pulled out of her now, it would look like a large gong with a small crack at the tip. The thrusting continued, the pleasure intensified, and I was getting closer and closer to the shocking climax.

As Master echoed Cuilan's cries, he let out muffled "Oh... Oh..." sounds from his throat. I knew that the climax was imminent. The work of transferring the essence in Master's body into the depths of Cuilan's vagina was about to begin. While still thrusting vigorously, I quickly swelled my urethra until it was as thick and straight as a pencil, and opened my glans, preparing to release the vibrant human seed and spread it into the nurturing cradle in Cuilan's uterus.

"Ah...ah...Ming-ge...I've given it to you...oh...it feels so good...I'm...ah...I've reached orgasm...I've come...oh...oh...oh...it's all out...I've given it all to you..."

As Sister Cuilan outside cried out in a series of trembling voices, her little sister convulsed rhythmically, and suddenly a stream of hot and slippery vaginal fluid gushed out from her cervix, smearing my glans all over my face and head. Before I could even come to my senses, the vaginal walls were already squeezing and caressing my entire penis from all sides. An invisible force was sucking my glans non-stop, which made me lose my composure and panic. I could only aim my urethra at her cervix and push hard, ready to fire my bullet into her cavity at any moment.

Just then, the master's frantic shouts came from outside: "Oh...oh...oh...I'm coming too...ah...I'm going to cum...wow...it feels so good...I'm going to cum..."

Then came Sister Cuilan's sudden awakening from her daze: "No...Ming-ge...don't cum inside...I'm in my...danger period today...if I cum inside, I'll get pregnant...oh...it's so hard...so swollen...pull it out...pull it out quickly..."

As soon as she finished speaking, I was forcibly separated from her little sister. When my eyes adjusted to the bright light outside, I found myself on Sister Cuilan's pair of small, white, tender breasts.

The master held me, stroking my foreskin while rubbing the glans against her nipples.

Sister Cuilan lay on the sofa, squeezing her breasts with both hands, making her nipples more prominent, facilitating intimate contact.

In the blink of an eye, before I could even savor the sensation of rubbing against her nipples, my semen sprayed onto Sister Cuilan's pinkish-white breasts.

I ejaculated and throbbed in my master's palm, so much so that, except for the first shot which accurately hit her breasts, the subsequent shots flew through the air, landing on her neck, face, and hair. One even accidentally hit Sister Cuilan's mouth.

After expelling the last drop of semen, my master, like a deflated balloon, slowly collapsed onto Sister Cuilan's chest.

Sister Cuilan embraced his body, which had been so vibrant just moments before but was now like a dead, limp eel, and together they savored the lingering afterglow of their climax. I even saw Sister Cuilan curiously stick out her tongue, lick the semen that was still on her lips, and then savor it with a strange expression.

After finishing my task, I was also exhausted and weak all over; all the energy I had just felt had vanished. Because my master was on top of Cuilan, I was sandwiched between them, lazily pressed against Cuilan's lower abdomen, savoring the gentle tenderness of my little sister and enjoying the fiery heat emanating from their bodies.

"Hey! What are you two doing? Get up!" Suddenly, an angry voice rang out.

Chapter Four

The two were startled by the sudden shout and jumped up from the sofa as if waking from a dream.

Cuilan hurriedly picked up a piece of clothing from the ground to cover her lower body, but being naked, she couldn't cover her lower body, and her breasts were still exposed to the air.

My master was even more embarrassed, unable to react for a moment, standing there dumbfounded, only knowing how to stand naked, not even realizing that he should use something to cover me.

I peeked out from between my master's legs and saw a tall, muscular man holding a bunch of keys, standing in the entryway. He must have just opened the door and stumbled upon the erotic scene in the living room.

The two were still savoring the afterglow of their lovemaking when they heard the key unlocking the door, and never imagined someone would barge in at this crucial moment.

The man threw the key on the ground, rushed over to Cuilan, and slapped her across the face without a word: "Look at the state you're in! Taking advantage of the fact that no one's home, you brought a man back for a naked affair, and you're covered in all that stuff! Aren't you ashamed?! If I hadn't suddenly come back, we would all be kept in the dark. If Mom and Dad found out, they'd be furious!"

Cuilan was shocked and frightened, and tears instantly rolled down her cheeks: "Brother, I..."

The man shouted again: "You still want to offer yourself to the world naked like this?! Get back inside now!"

Cuilan's legs went weak with fear. She picked up her clothes from the ground and ran into her room, slamming the door shut.

Only then did I realize that this man was Cuilan's brother, but I never expected him to be so fierce. I cowered between my master's legs, trembling as I moved. "Cowherd" truly best describes my state; my glans was completely retracted into my foreskin, my body as hidden as possible in the thick pubic hair, only occasionally peeking out to peek at what was happening outside.

Just then, I saw Cuilan's brother watch his sister run into the bedroom, then turn back to my master, beckoning him with his index finger: "Boy, you come here."

My master, pale-faced, murmured in a voice barely audible to himself, "Cousin..."

His cousin immediately interrupted him: "I'm not your cousin anymore! Do you even consider me your cousin anymore? If you still considered me your cousin, you wouldn't have even gone after your own cousin. Putting aside the consequences of reporting you to the police for incest, just the charge of having sex with a minor is enough to make you suffer. Do you know how old Cuilan is? She's only sixteen!" With that, he sat down on the sofa, his face ashen.

The master stood before him, head bowed, avoiding eye contact: "Cousin, Cuilan and I are truly in love, and I will definitely take responsibility for her. Please forgive us."

"Take responsibility?" The cousin reached down to the master's crotch and teased me: "Taking responsibility for her with this thing? After the child is born, should my mother call her maternal grandmother, or should she call her great-aunt?"

The master hurriedly waved his hands: "Please, dear cousin, you must not tell my aunt and uncle about this. Please keep this secret for us, please!"

"Okay, as long as this culprit is cut off, then everything will be over, nothing will happen again, and you don't have to worry about getting the girl pregnant, or my parents finding out." The cousin actually took a knife from the table and held the gleaming blade to my neck.

I was so frightened that I quickly pulled my glans back. The tender flesh brushed lightly against the cut, and the pain made my face turn pale. I hurriedly hid back in my pubic hair. Checking it, thankfully, it was just a red scratch, and no blood had flowed.

The master, experiencing this pain, knew his cousin wasn't bluffing; this time it was for real. He was so shocked he almost peed himself. He knelt down in front of his cousin with a "thump": "Cousin, please forgive me! I know I was wrong. I'll never dare to bother my cousin again. Please pretend this never happened, okay?"

"Heh heh!" My cousin chuckled dryly. "Never happened? Come on, let me ask you, how many times have you slept with my sister?"

"This… um… I can't remember, maybe ten or twenty times…"

"Then let me ask you again, was her first time with you?" “

Um… um… yes… but… I didn’t rape her that time…”

“I don’t care about that. Anyway, she gave you her virginity, and there’s no going back. Even if you never bother her again, she’ll be traumatized for the rest of her life. How can you pretend nothing happened?”

“This… this… cousin… I know it’s impossible to make up for it, but it’s already done. Please, have mercy on me and don’t make things difficult for me anymore. I can do anything to make up for my mistake.” "

I'm starting to get confused. Sexual intercourse is consensual and has nothing to do with her or Cuilan's sister. Besides, a penis's purpose, besides urinating, is to have relations with females, trying to deliver semen into their uteruses to fulfill its innate reproductive duty. Without intercourse, how can humanity continue? I didn't do anything wrong, and neither did my master. I really don't understand why my master is so terrified.

At this moment, my cousin placed the knife on the small table, a wicked smile on his face: 'Hehe, you really promise to do anything to make up for your mistake?' Saying this, he stood up and pinched my master's buttocks.

My master, still confused, heard that his cousin might spare him and quickly agreed: 'Yes! Yes! Cousin, as long as I can do it, I'll agree to anything except murder and arson, as long as you're willing to let me go.'

My cousin's hand then stroked my master's buttocks: 'You can definitely do this; the only difference is whether you're willing to do it.'" "Hehe, cousin, your muscles are quite muscular..."

The master shifted his hips uncomfortably, trying to shake off his slightly unruly hand, but fearing he would anger his cousin again, with whom he had just made terms, he frowned and forced himself to stay

calm. The cousin brought his mouth close to the master's cheek, lewdly whispering in his ear, "You took my virginity, and you've had your fun. How about this, you give me your virginity too, and we'll wipe the slate clean, I'll pretend I know nothing." It

took the master almost thirty seconds to grasp the meaning of his words, because he had never imagined his cousin would propose such a deal, and he was completely unprepared. He hesitated and stammered. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and bargained with his cousin again: "Cousin, how about this? Besides the thing you asked for, I can do other things for you." The cousin

walked back to the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at the ceiling, saying, "Ah, that's alright. I wasn't taking advantage of you. I won't force you if you don't want to. Go home and see how your mother explains things to his sister tomorrow." He then leisurely lit a cigarette and slowly smoked it.

The host, hearing that this matter was about to be exposed, panicked again and knelt at the cousin's feet, pleading, "Please, cousin, stop teasing me! Let me go!" He even kowtowed deeply.

The cousin exhaled a smoke ring: "Whether you let me go or not is not up to me, but up to you."

The host was sweating profusely, tears welling in his eyes. Finally, he hardened his heart and said to the cousin, "Okay, I promise you, after this, I hope you can truly keep your promise and keep our secret."

"Once? When did I say I'd only do it once? You slept with my sister twenty times, even if we give you a 50% discount, you still have to make me happy at least ten times to even things out. " Alright, alright, here's another big gift: after I've had my fill ten times, you and Cuilan can continue seeing each other, how about that? Don't say I, as your cousin, didn't protect you. "

The master was at a disadvantage, like meat on a chopping board. Despite his reluctance, he couldn't resist his cousin's difficult request. He had overheard his aunt whispering about this to his mother before. His cousin was almost thirty and didn't have a girlfriend. Given his circumstances, becoming a father wouldn't be difficult for him now, but he was never seen with a girl. Later, while cleaning his room, he found some gay magazines and began to suspect he had a penchant for sharing women, and he became worried about his friends' relationships. Well, now not only were the rumors among relatives confirmed, but he had also personally fallen into his trap. Alas, fate was truly cruel! There was nothing he could do but try to resolve things later, at least to end the current stalemate and prevent him from having sex. It seemed he really couldn't get out of this predicament.

The master lay down on the sofa next to his cousin, sticking out his buttocks, assuming the same position that Sister Cuilan had recently struck, and said helplessly to his cousin, 'Well, you can come now, but I've never been penetrated before. You'd better be gentle and slow, so as not to hurt me.'"

"Hahaha, good cousin, finally figured it out? Let me tell you, maybe after this, you'll get hooked and can't live without it! Then you'll automatically break up with Cuilan and fall into my arms!" The cousin laughed heartily, stubbed out his cigarette, picked up his master, and headed straight for his bedroom. Entering

the room, he tossed his master onto the bed, turned around, locked the door, and began to undress himself. In a few quick movements, he was completely naked. He rubbed his hands together, climbed onto the bed, and nestled beside his master, who was curled up in a ball.

The cousin must have worked out; he was muscular, tall, and broad-chested, with a thick patch of curly chest hair. For a woman, that might be considered sexy, but for a man, being hugged by such a fuzzy bear would definitely give him goosebumps. Not to mention he'd have to shove his penis into his anus.

He pressed his chest against his master's back, first gently stroking his thighs with his hands, then lingering on the buttocks. He seemed quite skilled at this, using just the right amount of pressure, sometimes teasing the cleft between the buttocks with his fingers. When his master couldn't stand the itching and slightly opened his thighs, he would circle around the anus, causing the master's anus to contract and writhe in discomfort. Then, he would play hard to get and shift his target, reaching down to his master's crotch to lick the pubic hair next to the scrotum, even lightly scratching the folds of the scrotum with his fingernails.

The master gradually became uneasy from his teasing, tossing and turning, but no matter what sleeping position he was in, he could find sensitive spots to stimulate, making him breathless and confused. He really wanted to just stick his ass up and let him have his way with him, finish him off in one go, rather than let him suffer like this.

At this moment, my cousin shifted his attention to me. He turned the master into a supine position, making him lift his legs and pull his knees to his chest. Now, his anus, scrotum, and penis were all clearly visible to him.

He held me and moved me up and down, while pinching and twisting the glans.

If a girl were to rub me like this, I would have already stood up, but being played with by a boy, no matter what, just didn't feel right. Not only did it not arouse any sexual interest, but it also made me feel disgusted. After stroking me for a long time, I was still limp and lifeless. This was not only because I had just ejaculated, but also because I simply couldn't get excited.

In contrast, his little brother was incredibly excited, not only hard and erect, but also bowing and scraping as he greeted me.

Although we were the same kind, and his size was even shorter than mine when erect, giving me a slight sense of superiority, I was truly unable to resist his frequent flirtatious glances. I shivered uncontrollably and felt a ridiculous urge to laugh.

His lack of cooperation bored him, so he simply flipped his master over, positioning him like a puppy with all fours on the ground and his buttocks facing upwards. He forcefully spread his buttocks apart with his fingers and stuck out his tongue to lick his anus.

At this point, his master reacted, his limbs trembling, his buttocks twisting and turning, whether trying to escape the attack of his tongue or truly unable to bear the numbness from his licking, he kept spreading his kneeling thighs wider and wider, his buttocks sticking out higher and higher. Oh no! Wasn't that gradually exposing his anus to him, giving him a complete view?

Worse still, when he licked the anus until it was wet and covered in saliva, and began to slowly insert a finger, the master actually let out a low moan, "Ah..." The sound clearly contained pain, but also a faint hint of pleasure, indicating that the master's anal sphincter had relaxed, and he was powerless to resist the intruder. Alas! It seemed the master's anus was doomed to lose its virginity. And

indeed, my guess was immediately proven correct. After poking his finger in the anus for a while, my cousin pulled it out, then, in a vaulting horse position, he placed his hands on the master's buttocks, spread his legs, and pressed his genitals against the master's...

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