[Urban] Sexual Encounters Between Pre-marital Couples (Complete) - Episode 20 (End)

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A hard object was suddenly shoved into her mouth. Jing struggled a few times, but finally managed to open her mouth wide. Qiang Ge then inserted the wooden stick and secured it to the back of her head with a belt buckle. He picked up his phone, walked to the window, smiled at me, and pretended to dial a number. After waiting a moment, he said, "Hello...you're outside, right...okay...wait for me to open the door for you."
Seeing his calm tone, I couldn't help but suppress my laughter and remained silent.
At this moment, Jing heard his tone and realized there really was a third person outside the door. She couldn't help but mumble, but couldn't speak.
Qiang Ge sat down on the edge of the bed and gently stroked her hair, saying, "Don't worry, I'll make him wear a condom, and he won't see your face." As he spoke, he took a folded silk handkerchief, unfolded it, and covered Jing's face.
Jing gradually realized what was about to happen. She shook her head, screaming louder and struggling more fiercely, but Qiang held her down, saying, "Don't move. If you drop your handkerchief, he'll see what you look like."
Then his tone softened, "Just treat him like a massage stick. Relax and enjoy it. Don't worry, I won't tell your husband." My heart skipped a beat. I watched Jing closely and saw that her movements only slowed slightly before she started twisting violently again. After Qiang finished speaking, he put the earphones back on her head, but didn't turn on the music.
Ignoring her screams, he beckoned me to tiptoe out the door with him.
Once outside, knowing that Jing couldn't hear us, I breathed a slight sigh of relief. Qiang said, "When we go in, remember not to let her recognize you. Try to act a little different from usual."
I nodded and smiled, "You've arranged things quite thoroughly."
He reopened the door, and this time I deliberately made my footsteps heavier as I approached the bed and began to undress. She clearly heard the door close; her body, which had been writhing, froze instantly, as if afraid to move. Qiang shouted, "This is my wife, go for it!"
Although Jing was wearing headphones, she probably still heard some noise. Hearing him say this, she made muffled sounds, almost crying, as if she were saying "No," but it was unclear. Seeing her distress, I felt a pang of pity. Looking at her body, although she struggled a little, the movements were minimal, especially her head, where the handkerchief covering it barely moved. I understood her intention; she was afraid that if she moved too much, the handkerchief would slip down, revealing her face to the "stranger," which made me chuckle.
I knelt between Jing's legs, scrutinizing her for a long time. Seeing her, usually gentle and beautiful, bound in such an indecent manner, and with her face hidden, it felt strangely novel. I took a deep breath, took the lubricant Qiang handed me, and without hesitation, poured it from her calves up to her thighs. Besides preventing her from losing her lubrication while being forced into sexual intercourse, this was also to prevent her from feeling the familiar touch of my hands.
At this moment, Qiang Ge sat sideways next to Jing, gently removing the nipple clamps, and leaned down to grasp her breasts with both hands, squeezing and sucking them incessantly. She naturally knew that there was indeed another man between her legs. When I touched the inside of her thighs with the cool, slippery liquid, I immediately felt goosebumps all over her skin, but she seemed to hold her breath and remained silent.
I looked at Jing's sorrowful and ashamed appearance, imagining the fear and helplessness in her heart at this moment, and my heart softened. I said softly, "It's okay, husband will play a game with you." My hands became even gentler. However, after a week of not truly enjoying the pleasures of love with Jing, it didn't take long for me to become really aroused. I took a condom, put on my erect penis, knelt down and rubbed it against her vulva.
Jing was suddenly probed in her private parts, and her body involuntarily shrank back, her hands and feet clenching at the same time, and she let out a moan. I grabbed the rope around her thigh and shook her lower body, rubbing my glans against it. This action should make her feel like she had completely lost control of her body and was being wantonly played with by a "stranger."
Although she might not feel pleasure at this moment, the foreplay combined with the lubricant had left her vaginal opening still slippery. My glans roamed between the inner and outer petals, occasionally making smacking sounds. From her stiff body, I could see the intense shame she felt.
I patted Qiang Ge, signaling him to hand me the vibrator, and turned it to the lowest setting. In the lewd buzzing, the soft rubber vibrator patiently drew circles around the edge of Jing's breasts. The spiral trajectory, the radius getting smaller and smaller, and I could see the nipples, still bearing red marks, gradually erecting. When the tremors inevitably struck the highest point of her breasts, Jing's waist instinctively arched, and the silk scarf covering her face suddenly bulged and contracted, clearly a silent gasp.
Seeing Jing react slightly, I felt a strong sense of conquest. I roused myself and repeated the process on her other breast. Qiang Ge, while his large hands caressed and kneaded Jing's entire body, watched me train her. Seeing me linger on Jing's breasts, perhaps aroused, he squeezed some lubricant between her breasts, then pushed her soft mounds together, indicating that I should use the vibrator to penetrate her cleavage.
Her plump, peach-like breasts were now squeezed tightly together, leaving only a narrow gap. The transparent, elastic shaft pressed against that closed opening, the lubricated head trembling as it suddenly plunged into her beautiful softness, making me almost feel the fullness and pressure of her surrounding flesh. Instinctively, I slowly pushed the shaft in. Jing, who rarely received breast stimulation, seemed unusually sensitive at this moment. Her originally snow-white breasts, stimulated by the constant vibrations of the shaft, had turned a blush of desire.
I rotated the vibrator for a moment, then slowly pulled it out to the top, but let go, leaving a small section inside. Seeing this, Qiang Ge applied a little force, and I watched as that tip was slowly pushed out under the pressure of her greasy sides. I couldn't help but sigh softly, feeling dizzy and unable to keep my eyes open. I pushed the vibrator back into that crevice, repeating this dozens of times. Jing's silk scarf heaved more and more rapidly, and her limbs seemed to have forgotten to struggle.
Seeing that she was getting into it, I pulled the vibrator out and lightly touched her from top to bottom, from her armpits to her navel and the inside of her legs, aimlessly rubbing several sensitive spots. Once she was used to the areas being attacked, I suddenly and without warning struck the tip of her vulva, just a hair's breadth away from her clitoris.
Jing shuddered violently, finally letting out a muffled cry, a mixture of surprise, pleasure, shame, and indulgence. I sensed a hint of submission in her voice, knowing she was already aroused. I carefully analyzed her psychological shift towards this "stranger," a strange, bittersweet thrill mingling with her great joy.
"Wife, do you want it... do you... now it's really okay for anyone..."
Qiang also picked up on the meaning, exchanging a knowing glance with me before turning his gaze to Jing, his eyes burning with desire.
My hand continued, rolling the stick like a rolling pin along Jing's inner thighs, periodically tapping the tip around her vulva, the frequency increasing, but still not accurately stimulating her most desired areas. When the vibrating tip moved away again, she involuntarily shook her head, her silk scarf slipping down to reveal half her face.
In just a moment, Jing seemed to suddenly realize something, calling out to Qiang in as soft a voice as possible, her words still muffled by a gag: "Qiang... husband... pull me." Clearly remembering she was currently playing the role of his wife, she abruptly changed her words.
Seeing how concerned she was about her face being seen by a "stranger," and hearing her call Qiang "husband," even though I knew it was due to circumstances, I still felt a tingling thrill. Qiang was also taken aback, then an uncontrollable smile crept onto his lips as he casually covered her face with the handkerchief again.
I felt a sense of humiliation mixed with an indescribable masochistic pleasure. I lowered my head, unable to look at him, and in revenge, the soft wooden rod in my hand suddenly pierced Jing's pink clitoris, causing her to let out a muffled cry and flinch. I immediately regretted it, wondering if I had hurt her, and quickly changed my gentle movements, instead directly stimulating her most sensitive area with the tip of the rod.
Once Jing opened her mouth, coupled with the high-frequency vibrations between her lower body, she could no longer maintain her previous silence. Although the wooden rod was still in her mouth, intermittent moans escaped her lips. Although it was expected, I was still somewhat surprised by the magic of physical pleasure, making Jing's psychological defenses so fragile.
"Is it really that comfortable...? Are you really willing...?"
I judged the time was right, and my heart began to race. I switched the vibrator in my left hand and gripped my penis in my right, pressing it against the soft flesh between her legs. Jing felt my impending intrusion and trembled violently. I sensed her tension, helplessness, and guilt, and strangely, I found it incredibly stimulating. I slowly pushed in, watching as the head of my penis parted her delicate petals and slowly entered her.
Jing tensed up, and as I slowly and resolutely pushed towards the end of her passage, she threw her head back and let out a long, muffled cry of sorrow. Her forehead twitched upwards, and she collapsed weakly onto the bed.
I knew that at that moment, she must have felt as if she had just lost her virginity to the fourth man in her life, and in such a restrained situation, it was almost no different from being raped. Besides feeling incredibly vulnerable, did she also feel a deep sense of guilt towards me, her fiancé?
Unlike my usual gradual approach, this time I went all the way in on the first thrust, but still slowly, giving her time to adjust. Gently scraping against the fleshy ridge at the end of her vagina sent a shiver down my spine. Jing shivered, the wooden stick in her mouth creaking. I knew this action usually made her scream; I wondered what kind of experience it would give her today?
A stranger, nameless, unseen, unable to hear her voice, yet she could enjoy her precious body. Would this extreme indulgence bring extraordinary sensory stimulation? Would she constantly comfort herself, thinking,
"He can't see my face... he'll never know who I am..."
Would she hate Qiang for selling her body without consent, or would she numb herself with surrender and acceptance?
“你看……小骚货……被别人占了便宜吧……你不是爱我吗，怎么我一叫你来杭州你就来了呢……”
我幻想着她确实在我不知情的情况下被占有，顿时觉得无比屈辱与愤怒，想像着她跪在我面前哭诉、恳求我的饶恕，失贞的女人，应该要被丈夫痛打呢……
哦……忽然好想揍她……
我耸动渐急，心态却纠葛不清，一时仿佛化身为正在奸淫美丽人妻的色徒，充满邂逅艳遇的新鲜征服感，一时又像揪扯着自己头发，看到未婚妻在眼前被陌生人初次强迫奸淫的心碎男子，两种角色交缠翻涌，唯有拼命用性交的疯狂动作与触觉来发泄自己。
静紧窄的膣腔似乎比平日收缩更甚，伴随心中的罪恶刺激，给我最原始最强烈的快感，也驱使我迅速加快到难以置信的频率冲击着她。 The gentle touch of my fingertips escalated into a brutal kneading, the crisp sounds of flesh colliding like sadistic slaps.
Some beads of sweat trickled into my eyes, stinging slightly, while others, like beans, fell onto Jing's equally damp skin. Without my usual skill and control, I unleashed all my desire and energy. Jing screamed like a woman being killed, less sorrowful than before, more instinctive.
"Thrust her…faster, harder…it feels so good…I love this woman so much…thrust her to death, thrust her to death!"
As the climax pierced my oxygen-deprived mind like lightning, I used my last ounce of self-control to barely suppress the roar of unleashed desire into a sob in my throat. My body convulsed, the unbearable pleasure both tempting and restraining each dying thrust. With each thud of my penis, semen gushed out like a pump, draining the last ounce of strength from my body…
A dozen seconds later, still panting heavily, I opened my eyes again and saw Qiang looking at me with that kind of gaze.
I closed my eyes again, a thought flashing through my mind.
It was envy, yes, envy.
Jing was breathing heavily, the silk scarf on her face long since fallen to the side, her body motionless.
…
After showering, I saw Jing had been freed, lying flat as Qiang gently comforted her. She must have heard my footsteps, because she said in an almost inaudible voice, “Let him go first.” She covered her face with one hand and buried her head in his shoulder.
I was initially worried she would become curious and want to see what this “stranger” looked like, but seeing she still couldn’t bring herself to do it, I smiled slightly and nodded to Qiang.
I walked silently along the stone path, feeling both exhausted and relieved after the release. The only sound in the silence was my own footsteps. Watching several shadows shift and circle around me, the thought of sleeping alone tonight filled me with an indescribable loneliness.
...
I was jolted awake by the alarm-like ringing of the phone beside my pillow. I picked it up and saw it was Jing's number. Half-asleep when I answered, I weakly managed a "hello.
" "Honey..."
Jing's soft voice came through the receiver: "Are you asleep?"
"Yes, I'm asleep... What time is it..."
"Three o'clock... I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep, I wanted to check if you were asleep."
I groggily thought, "Of course, everyone's asleep by three." "Oh..."
"I miss you."
"You'll be back tomorrow."
"I want to come back now." Jing was as willful as a child.
"Don't be silly, there are no trains now. You can come back after a nap."
"Honey, do you love me?"
I thought to myself, "This is terrible, I'm half asleep and still have to coax a woman." "Of course I do.
" "Did you miss me when I wasn't here? " "Yes. " "How much?" "A lot." "Hmm, I missed you too, I missed you yesterday, and I missed you so much today, I can't sleep." "Sweetie, I'm so sleepy, let's talk about it slowly when I get back tomorrow, okay?" "Okay." "Bye-bye." "Hmm, give me a kiss, honey." "Kiss!" "That's so perfunctory, you need to have some feeling." I was a little speechless: "mmmmmua..." "That sounds awful." Jing chuckled, which was rare for her: "Okay, okay, I'll forgive you, see you tomorrow, honey." "Bye-bye." I hung up the phone, looked at the time and saw it was 3:30. Damn, she lied to me and said 3 o'clock. Speechless, I went back to sleep. ... I took the first train in the morning so I could get home before Jing. Watching the monotonous village houses flash by outside the window, my thoughts kept replaying the events of last night. How did Qiang persuade Jing to expose herself in public...? What did he do after I left...? What were Jing's thoughts about the experience with the "stranger" last night...? And will she tell me about this experience? If she tells me, it's clear she doesn't want to bear the pressure of hiding or deceiving me. If she doesn't tell me, it means she's very unsure of her reaction if I find out. From my perspective, I'd rather she didn't tell me, because I hope to create a handle, or rather, make Jing think it's a handle, and that handle is in Qiang's hands. This would be valuable for him to further train Jing. And I wouldn't feel uneasy about it, because I was actually involved in all of this, only Jing didn't know. I have a feeling that Jing being humiliated by others might allow her to enter a more engaged state than when I train her. I think this is because in front of a "master" like Qiang, once Jing is stripped of her outer shell, she can better detach herself from reality to experience the intoxication of being controlled and the satisfaction of pure lust, without worrying about leaving a lewd shadow in my heart as her future husband, even if I tell her I like this feeling.

Once she gets used to this stimulation, with my encouragement, perhaps she'll be willing to bring these experiences into our lives. What I want is a quieter woman who understands how to pursue her own instinctive pleasures.
Perhaps because I'm Jing's first man, or perhaps it's my innate confidence, I stubbornly believe—no, I know—that her heart will always belong to me.

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I called Helen and Nikki separately after getting home, inevitably exchanging a few teasing words. After hanging up, a smile still lingered on my face. But thinking that Nikki is now my subordinate, I couldn't help but worry about maintaining a working relationship in the future.
I took a shower early and ate something.
Hearing the lock click, I, already changed into a t-shirt and drawstring pants, got up to greet her. Jing came in through the half-open door, and seeing me standing there smiling at her, her eyes immediately lit up with genuine joy, and a hint of feigned composure and shyness.
Without even closing the door, Jing tossed the bag she was carrying to the ground, rushed over, buried her face in my chest, and hugged me tightly. We were silent for a moment, only our breathing quickened and slowed.
I smelled the faint fragrance of her hair near her ear, felt the gentle rise and fall of her soft breasts, and savored this precious moment of warmth.
"I missed you..." Jing breathed out, her voice hoarse.
A thousand words wanted to comfort her, but only one came out: "Hmm... Have you eaten?"
"No."
"Go downstairs and buy some takeout, I've already eaten."
"Hmm... Do you miss me?"
"Of course I do," I replied softly, but in my heart I thought, *Actually, I saw you last night.*
After a long while, she reluctantly released my hold. I saw her dark circles under her eyes, her expression sweet yet with a hint of allure. My heart warmed, and I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her deeply.
"Mmm..." Jing's voice was sweet and drawn out, and the passion that had been hidden beneath our gentleness was instantly ignited.
She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, offering me her small tongue to savor. Her soft body pressed against me without any gap, pressing down on my erect penis, creating a pleasurable, squeezing sensation.
I eagerly stroked her back and buttocks with both hands, kneading until she was panting. Just as I was about to pull down her pants, she struggled slightly, pressing my hands down and saying, "Let me take a shower first..."
I was half-heartedly pushed away, but I found it strangely intriguing. A delicious feast was right in front of me, and I was almost reluctant to devour it all at once. Remembering she hadn't eaten lunch yet, I pretended to be greedy and said, "Okay, but you have to let me do whatever I want later."
Jing seemed surprised that I was so agreeable, and paused for a moment. Seeing my sly and mischievous look, she chuckled and leaned in close, saying sweetly, "How do you want me to do whatever I want?"
Seeing that she had taken the initiative, I shamelessly leaned close to her ear and said, "I want to hear you tell me how he's been messing with you these past two days, and then I'll fuck you hard."
Hearing my explicit words, Jing blushed, and her rosy cheeks flushed. She lightly tapped my forehead with her long index finger and said, "I knew you were always thinking about that." She had been acting coquettishly, but suddenly seemed to remember something, her expression hardened, and she lowered her head to avoid my gaze.
At this moment, with our bodies pressed together, we seemed more sensitive to each other's thoughts than usual. I noticed something amiss in her expression and a thought struck me, but I pretended not to notice. I chuckled and let go of her, saying, "Go ahead, I'll go downstairs and get you some takeout."
Hearing the concern in my voice, Jing looked up and said, "Oh, why are you being so nice to me today?"
I laughed, "I was worried you'd overexert yourself over the weekend, so I bought you some good food to replenish your energy. Otherwise, how will you deal with me today?" I teased her, turning and leaving before she could reply.
When I got home with the groceries, Jing was still dawdling, unpacking. Seeing I'd brought food, she probably got hungry too. She tossed aside her things, gave me a big kiss, and sat down to eat.
Jing picked at the chicken pieces in the spicy sauce with her chopsticks, talking to me occasionally as I sat at the computer.
I saw Qiang Ge online on QQ, but I was in stealth mode. I struggled with whether to say something to him. The thought that he would definitely tell me what happened after I left last night made me a little nervous, yet also a little expectant.
From Jing's position, she probably couldn't see the screen, but she would likely notice my typing. After thinking about it, I resisted the temptation and closed QQ.
Jing ate lunch and went straight to the bathroom. Soon after, I heard the sound of running water. I knew she rarely showered right after eating because she said it affected digestion. Today was unusual for her; she was obviously preparing for the worst.
Seeing that she hadn't come out for a while, I quickly opened QQ again. Seeing that he was still online, I sent him a message.
"Hello!"
"Great, is your wife home yet?"
"Yeah, she's taking a shower. How did things go last night?"
"Hehe, at first I tried to comfort her for ages but she wouldn't really talk to me. Then I just went for it with her backdoor, and she couldn't keep up the act anymore."
I was surprised and a little bittersweet, but the memory was also a little exciting: "She let you do it with her backdoor?"
"At first she kept saying no, but then I said she'd already been fucked by someone else, so if I didn't satisfy her now, she wouldn't struggle much. Once I went in, she was just waiting to be fucked."
So that's how it was... I recalled Jing's state of mind at the time, filled with panic and shame. When her secret was exposed, she must have felt a little self-degrading...
"You didn't hurt her, did you?" I'd only done it with her backdoor once, using plenty of lubricant and she was still yelling and screaming...
"Hehe! Feeling bad? Don't worry, I used a lot of lubricant, but it's really tight. She said you only did it once too, right?"
"Yeah!"
"The way she looked when it first went in, tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me hard!"
In my mind, I pictured her stiff, trembling body, her most shameful spot being penetrated by his hard, swollen thing. I desperately told myself to relax... relax... but my arms were already too weak to support my upper body. I buried my head in the pillow and just stuck out my buttocks to be humiliated by him... Thinking about it made my bones feel weak, and I couldn't type anything for a moment.
"Also, let me tell you something, she seemed to be getting aroused later!"
"Really?" Thinking back to the first time I explored Jing's anus, her reaction was quite good...
"Yeah, at first she just accepted it, but then I accidentally stimulated her clitoris with a vibrator at the same time, and she suddenly cried out!"
Right... last time I was touching there while thrusting into her to get excited, and she even said that the sensation in the front would travel to the back...
"And then?"
"Well, of course I kept going, and I heard her cry out that she seemed to be enjoying it, but when I asked her, she wouldn't say."
To admit to her face that she had actually experienced pleasure from being fucked in the anus, Jing probably wouldn't be able to bring herself to do it...
I was about to ask Jing if she had reached orgasm when I heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop, and I quickly typed: "Can't say anymore, she's about to come."
"Hehe, it's up to you today, do your best!"
By the time I heard the bathroom door open, I had already closed QQ and switched to another webpage.
Suddenly, I felt the silence was a bit too much. I turned my head and saw her completely naked, dripping wet, covering her chest with one hand as she tiptoed towards the bedroom, watching me. When she realized I had finally discovered her, she giggled and fled into the bedroom.
I was already seething with rage from Qiang Ge's words, and when I saw her completely naked, her white body with defined breasts and buttocks, I jumped up and chased after her. When I caught Jing, she had just grabbed a large bath towel. Seeing my eyes light up, she giggled and hurriedly wrapped it around herself.
"Here, let me help you dry off," I said, my hands already busy, rubbing and touching her all over. The cotton towel felt warm and damp.
Jing laughed and dodged, pushing me away, saying, "I'm not done yet."
I followed her back to the bathroom. She had just picked up the hairdryer when I nudged her, causing her to lose her balance and brace herself against the sink. She slapped me with the hairdryer, saying, "Okay, okay, let me dry my hair first." She pursed her lips and glanced at me sideways, saying, "Look at how impatient you are."
I chuckled and pinched her buttocks before stopping.
**********
...

So good… This beautiful woman is serving me like this… Does she serve him like this too…? Oh… my fiancée… licking him… Probably not… really not…?
I suppressed the urge to ask, but the thought only excited me more.
Jing’s supple tongue probed deeper, her breathing a little heavy, one hand holding my penis, stroking it occasionally.
I pulled her arm over: “Come on, let’s do 69…”
“Mmm…” Jing’s two pink legs took turns retreating past my ears, a tuft of soft hair brushing against my nose…
“Move down a little.” A wet, layered mass of soft flesh instantly wet my mouth and nose: “So wet…”
“When I lick you… I get wet down there…” Jing said breathlessly, swallowing it back whole.
My tongue swept over the tiny pearl inside the half-open oyster shell, causing Jing to shudder, her body pulling away for a moment, then immediately pressing back, her legs clamping my head tightly between her sides.
"Does it feel good?"
"It feels good..."
"You slut, the place where some wild man fucked you yesterday, your husband is licking it today!"
Jing let out an "Ah," lifted her buttocks to escape, but I held her waist so she couldn't move: "It's okay, I like it!"
"Oh... um..." Jing's movements gradually calmed down, but the hums from her nose became longer and longer.
"Did he lick you?"
"No..."
"You slut... you're the one who licks him, right?"
"Yes..."
After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask: "Did you lick his asshole?"
"No..."
A bit of perverted disappointment, but more than that, relief: "Why didn't you lick it?"
"I only lick you..."
"Oh, good girl..." A wave of vain pleasure made me unable to suppress the urge to have sex: "As a reward, get up, you're going to get fucked!"
Jing turned over, lay down softly, spread her legs, and watched me press down on her with half-open eyes.
The moment our genitals touched, she couldn't help but
let out a soft "hmm," tilting her head back and gripping my buttocks tightly, helping me sink down... Her vagina was as tight as ever, yet even more slippery than usual. The instant my penis broke through her defenses, we both let out satisfied moans. Lost in the intense pleasure, I thrust in and out a dozen times before recovering and asking, "How many times did you let him do it this weekend?"
Jing's cheeks flushed, and she pulled the sheet over most of her face, finally managing a trembling voice, "Four times..."
Although I was somewhat prepared, hearing Jing say that still felt like a powerful stimulant!
"Oh..." I cried out, filled with both agony and excitement, "So good..." My movements became heavier.
Jing bit her lip and moaned, her uncovered eye tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling.
"How many times on Fridays?"
"Two...twice..."
Suddenly, I remembered the humiliation on the bus that Qiang Ge told me: "Besides sex, how else did he discipline you?"
Jing hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "He had someone...touch me on the bus...it scared me to death..."
"What did you do?"
"I didn't know it was him who arranged it...but there were so many people around, and he's not you...I...
I didn't dare to scream..."
"What did he look like?"
"I can't remember...I didn't dare to look too closely..."
"How long did he touch you?"
"I don't know...I couldn't avoid him...several stops..."
"Did he touch your breasts, or your genitals?"
"No...only your genitals..."
"Is your genitals your butt or your vagina?"
"How can you ask such a question...I'm so embarrassed..."
"Tell me, I like to hear it." I said breathlessly, thrusting my lower body a few times quickly.
"Mainly my butt... there... he touched it too..."
Thinking of Jing's helpless and ashamed look at the time, I couldn't help but feel my lust rising: "Damn, he must have enjoyed it so much... he got off easy!"
Jing whimpered: "Don't say anymore..."
"And then?"
"Then... after getting off the car... I got into Brother Qiang's car, and that's when I found out it was all arranged by him..."
"And what about you?"
"After all that, what else could I... do..."
"Slut, you just let him touch you for free!" I cursed, but I was incredibly excited inside: "And then?"
"After dinner... he took me to stroll around West Lake... and then we went back to the hotel..."
Hmm... it seems I skipped the part about the exposure by the lake... never mind, don't give myself away...
"He fucked you as soon as we got back to the hotel, right?"
"Mmm..."
"You little slut, it's only been a week since I gave you anything, and you got fucked twice as soon as you went out... it felt so good, didn't it?"
Jing twisted and turned, her hands tightly gripping the sheets, moaning loudly but not answering.

(48)

Seeing her appearance, I was surprised and a surge of jealousy welled up inside me: "Fuck!" I got up, lifted Jing's legs onto my shoulders, and thrust my penis in hard until it was fully inserted, then pushed it in hard into a strange, protruding spot inside.
"Ah..." Jing cried out, pushing away, "It's too deep... I can't take it..."
"You came from him, didn't you?!"
"Help... my hand is numb... please spare me." Jing hissed and pleaded.
"Tell me!"
"Once... oh..."
"You slut! You had so much fun, didn't you?!"
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." "
What about yesterday? What did you do yesterday?"
"Yesterday... I went to a bar... a dance hall..." Jing responded incoherently.
Seeing that she was really exhausted, I paused for a moment and continued, "How did he do it to you?"
Jing felt like she had been granted a pardon, her whole body went limp, and she tilted her head and murmured, "He made me wear a sexy dress, and wouldn't let me wear underwear... he took off my clothes on the dance floor..."
"You took off all your clothes when there were people around you?"
"Yeah... it was dark... I couldn't see... I was so scared... afraid the lights would suddenly turn on... afraid the people around me would touch me..."
"Was the feeling of being exposed exciting?"
"A little..."
"Stop pretending, it was obviously very exciting." I ruthlessly exposed her pretense.
Jing let out a soft moan, "Mmm...it's quite exciting..."
I felt a surge of desire, and suddenly, a thought struck me. I put Jing's legs down and pulled her to her feet. She was startled, "What are you doing?"
"To the door!"
Jing's hair was disheveled, and I struggled to pull her to the door. Just before I unlocked it, she stopped me, saying, "The neighbors will see..."
"So many people weren't afraid of being seen last night, so satisfy me today too." Without further ado, I opened the door halfway.
There are about ten households on our floor, and the doors are opposite a wall. As long as no neighbors walk by, it's not particularly dangerous. Hearing me say this, Jing half-heartedly bent down, holding onto the doorframe with both hands, making it easier for me to get in.
"What else happened at the dance hall?" I asked, panting, in a low voice.
Unable to make a sound, Jing seemed somewhat unbearable: "He made me... use my mouth on him in the dance floor..."
Ugh... Even though it was pitch black, and there were people just a few steps away... Jing was naked, giving him oral sex... Her beautiful face was buried between his genitals...
"Damn, did you lick it while kneeling?"
"Yes..."
"You slut, do you like kneeling and licking his cock?" I said in a teasing tone, stimulating her with light, rotating movements of my lower body.
Jing clearly received the signal, turned her head, squinted at me, and whispered, "I like it..."
Her cooperation sent a shiver of pleasure through me: "Oh...you little slut...I like it when you say that..."
Seeing my excitement, Jing moved her lower body closer to me, becoming even more aggressive: "Husband...you like me kneeling in front of him...taking his balls into my mouth...serving him, don't you?"
I almost had a nosebleed listening to this: "That's so good...saying that...and then..."
"Then he asked me to pretend...to be a prostitute...to dance with him...but I really...couldn't do it..." Although it happened last night, Jing's voice still became noticeably tense towards the end.
I knew, of course, that nothing had happened, and besides, I didn't want to either, but I said, "Every time I ask you if you want to go out and sell yourself, don't you always say yes?" "
When I fantasize about it... it's quite exciting... but when it actually happens... I'm so scared I don't feel anything at all..."
I thought to myself, my experience was exactly the same: "Oh... and then?"
"Later... in his car, he wouldn't let me wear clothes... that was so mean..." "
You weren't wearing anything while he was driving?"
"Yeah..."
"Was anyone seen?"
"Probably not... I was huddled in the seat... very low... the windows were black..." Surely
the windshield wasn't black... Listening to her story, I couldn't help but feel that I had been too cautious, and with a determined heart, I pushed Jing out the door.
"No... we'll be seen..."
Jing struggled softly but couldn't overcome my strength, and I pushed her a few steps to a stop against the wall in the hallway outside the door, where she braced herself. At this moment, we were both naked, completely outside the house, and our situation was becoming increasingly dangerous. If any neighbors were coming out, from the time we heard the door open to the time we needed to get back inside, there would probably only be two or three seconds. I had never exposed myself so boldly before, and my heart leaped with excitement, while the pleasure in my lower body intensified.
Jing looked around, pursing her lips, afraid to make a sound. I thrust into her from behind, only penetrating halfway each time to avoid hitting her buttocks and making a sound. I whispered, "What else happened last night?"
Jing breathed softly, "He tied me up..."
She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "And he did it to my back..."
I thought to myself that he had skipped the "stranger" part after all, and I didn't know whether to feel disappointed or proud. I paused and deliberately said in a vulgar tone, "You let him do it to your ass?"
Jing's head was already resting on the back of her hand against the wall. Hearing my question, she closed her eyes and nodded, humming in agreement.
"Fuck...do you feel anything?"
"Not really..."
"You slut, you even enjoy being fucked in the ass!"
Hearing me say this, Jing's lower body seemed to contract several times: "Oh, husband...faster...like this..."
"Keep going if you want it faster!"
"Hmm...do you know, he tied me up...so filthy..."
Seeing her actively provoking me, I couldn't help but get excited: "You slut! Isn't it exciting?"
"I couldn't move at all, I could only let him play with me however he wanted...he even used clamps to pinch my nipples, it hurt so much...so lewd..."
"Fuck!" I almost had a nosebleed listening to her, and I longed for her to continue...
"Oh...husband...next time let him come to our house and tie me up...so you can watch, okay..." As she spoke, Jing involuntarily twisted, her suppressed voice rising and falling uncontrollably.
"Oh, okay...so good...it's coming..."
"Oh...husband...am I so filthy...fuck me...punish me..."
Just as she was about to let loose for the final sprint, there was a sudden sound of a door opening not far away! Jing and I both jolted, scrambling back into the doorway. Before we could even close the door, we heard footsteps, followed by the sound of the door locking. The sound was very close, and my hair stood on end. I held my breath, listening intently, but my lower body boldly thrust back, gently pulsating.
For some reason, the pleasure intensified amidst my fear, and I was about to ejaculate.
So good… I was on the verge of it… just a slight movement… Jing, don't move, or I'll ejaculate…
her pussy is so tight… oh… so torturous… so good…
I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain, but then I heard footsteps again, this time moving away towards the elevator. A sense of relief washed over me, and my lower body suddenly shifted to a wild pace, slapping against Jing's buttocks several times. The climax, already on the verge of exploding, finally came uncontrollably, gushing into Jing's body, the stimulation causing me to hunch over.
…
Weary, I lay down on the large bed in the bedroom, Jing nestled obediently in my arms: “Why were you so quick today?”
"I've been holding back for a week," I lied. "And there were people around just now, it was really exciting." Suddenly, I sensed something in her voice: "What, still hungry?"
Jing chuckled, then fell silent for a moment, as if lost in thought.
Seeing her silence, I couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"
"N-nothing..." Jing hesitated for a moment, then nestled against my chest and stammered, "If... I mean, if... when you weren't here, and a stranger... did it to me... would you be angry?" A small hand played with my belly button, deliberately avoiding my eyes.
My heart skipped a beat: "What kind of situation?"
"If... I were tied up... unable to move..."
"Rape?"
"Um... not exactly, but it was like they just didn't get my permission... and then they went in..." Jing said evasively.
I pondered for a moment and asked, "Then, would you enjoy it?"
Jing hadn't expected me to ask that back, and after a pause, she said, "What if... just a little bit?"
I guessed she was mostly talking about her own experience, and I felt a pang of heart-wrenching excitement. I stroked her hair and pretended to be calm, saying, "If you enjoyed it, I won't be angry."
"Really? You won't feel... cheated?"
"That's why I'm asking if you enjoyed it. If it really was rape, you definitely wouldn't enjoy it, and I would be very upset, and I would definitely want to beat that man up. If you enjoyed it, it means it was seduction... hehe, then I wouldn't be angry, and I would find it very exciting."
Normally, Jing would have called me a pervert for saying this, but this time she only said "oh," and neither of us spoke for a long time.
I saw Jing's silence, but her body seemed tense...
I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I could almost hear her heart pounding...
"Husband... I... I..."
Jing suddenly gritted her teeth and said with difficulty, "On the weekend, I was... not him... with a man." After she finished speaking, her body was still trembling slightly.
Hearing her finally confess, I felt a slight sense of defeat at her failed scheme, but mostly a wave of relief and joy, leaving me speechless.
Seeing my silence, Jing misunderstood my meaning and pressed herself against me, saying, "You said you wouldn't be angry..." Her voice trembled with tears.
I felt a pang of pity and instinctively pulled her closer, a struggle raging within me. Should I tell Jing I knew? Of course, I didn't intend to reveal that I was the stranger. Just as I was wondering what to do, I suddenly realized I had to feign genuine surprise, so I quickly asked, "What happened?" I gently pressed her head against my shoulder to hide my strange expression.
Jing still clung tightly to me, refusing to loosen her grip. "He tied me up and let that man in. I... couldn't resist..."
I imagined my reaction to having overheard this by accident, and said with a hint of anxiety, "And then he did it to you? What did that man look like?"
"I can't see... my face was covered... he couldn't see me."
"Then anyone could be it?"
Although I said it on purpose, I found myself getting a little carried away...
"Hmm..."
I pretended to care and asked, "Did you use a condom?"
"He said you did... I think... you probably did." Jing quickly denied it.
I pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked, "Did you feel pleasure when he penetrated you?"
Jing, who was already pressed tightly against me, trembled slightly at my question, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "I don't know..."
"How could you not know?"
"At first I just felt very scared, I didn't feel any pleasure at all..." Jing said hoarsely, frowning as she reminisced.
I sensed something was off about her words and quickly asked, "And then?"
"Then... I felt like he... tainted me... I felt so sorry for you..." Jing wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice choked with emotion.
"Sweetie..." I felt a pang of pity and gently stroked her hair.
We were silent for a while. Seeing that she had calmed down slightly, I finally couldn't help but ask, "And then?"
"Then... I felt a little confused... I can't explain it..."
"Tell me slowly," I encouraged her softly, with hopeful anticipation.
"It's just... I feel so cheap, I kind of want to give up on myself... but..."
"But what?"
"When I think like this... it feels weird... a little exciting... and a little... I want to... accept it..."
"Oh..."
Hearing Jing say this, my lower body got hard again. I rubbed her sensitive spots with one hand, fanning the flames as I said, "Damn, your body is so white and tender, that man must have had a blast..."
Jing closed her eyes and murmured, "Probably... he was like a madman... fucking me... mmm..."
Hearing this, my lust intensified, so I simply flipped her over and stared at her expectantly, "You felt something after that, right?"
Seeing Jing's face gradually turn red, she finally hummed in agreement after a long while, "I'm so useless... am I... so bad..."
Although I had expected the result, hearing Jing admit it herself still excited me greatly: "Slut!" I cursed, panting, and started kissing and groping Jing wildly: "You slut! You can even feel pleasure when a stranger rapes you!"
Jing was infected by my words and grabbed my hair: "Oh... husband..."
"Is his penis big?"
"It seems...quite big."
"Bigger than mine?"
"I don't know...about the same..."
"Does it feel as good as mine?"
"He...moves so fast..." The answers were irrelevant, as if there was a hidden meaning...
"So that means it feels better than mine! You slut!" Deliberately trying to understand, even using rarely used insults...
Jing let out a long "Ah": "No...ah...curse me...hit me..."
I was burning with lust, and seeing her aroused, I slapped her beautiful, delicate face without hesitation...
"Hit me...I'm your woman..." Jing twisted her body, her legs moving, one hand reaching down to grasp my hardness, instinctively stroking it against the greasy hollow between her legs: "Take me again..."
I shouted and thrust in again.
...
When the climax subsided again, I was covered in sweat and felt exhausted. Releasing myself so quickly was something I hadn't done since I was in my twenties, and I was somewhat surprised, yet also a little
proud of "I'm still young. "
"Were you scared when you told me?"
"Mmm... I was scared..." Jing, still flushed with satisfaction, nestled lazily in my arms like a cat, her body as limp as if boneless.
"Then why did you tell me?"
"Because I love you, I didn't want to keep any secrets from you."
"Good girl..." I was touched and couldn't help but kiss her forehead. Jing hummed contentedly.
I lay there quietly, thinking hard, and finally made up my mind: "If Brother Qiang asks you, just say you didn't tell me."
"Huh? Why?"
I chuckled, "That way he'll think he's got something on you, and maybe he'll pressure you to accept further 'training' from him."
Jing pinched me shyly, "Pervert!"
I whispered in her ear, "Who knows what he'll come up with? Let him have his fun with you, and then tell me when he gets back. I'll find it very exciting..."
Jing let out a long "oh," looking hesitant.
Seeing that she didn't object, I knew she had tacitly agreed, and I felt a pang of jealousy.
"Nobody else is as bad as you... He... won't..." Jing muttered to herself, looking like she was saying one thing but meaning another.
"We'll see." I smiled and didn't say anything more, but in my heart I thought, "Wouldn't I secretly tell him you told me? That way, he'll know you're prepared to pretend to be coerced into undergoing deeper 'training,' and wouldn't he take advantage of that?"
Imagining him wantonly humiliating Jing, I suddenly felt incredibly wicked, yet the thrill of it burned my soul...
I even... didn't want to admit it myself... that I planned to pretend to care, asking him not to tell Jing I was that stranger... and then I'd secretly tell him Jing's confession, which would ultimately make it seem like I had something on him...
Although it didn't really matter, as long as I pretended it was something on him, he would naturally think it was real and use it to further seduce Jing... Oh... did I really want my future wife to become someone else's sex toy...? Oh no... it's too dangerous... Can I just think about it, imagine it?
My fantasies, like wild horses, dragged me back into a sweet, lewd daydream, unwilling to pull myself out...
"You're so strange," Jing suddenly said.
"Why?"
"After all that's happened, you're not angry." Jing's face was slightly red.
"What, do you want me to be angry?"
"No, not really... but why aren't you worried about me at all?" Jing pouted, then suddenly changed to a teasing expression: "Aren't you afraid... I'll run off with someone else?"
Just hearing Jing say that so flirtatiously sent a shiver down my spine, but I pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Where can you find a man as good as me? I don't believe you'd go with someone else."
"Tch, so vain." Jing retorted disdainfully: "I'm so pretty, you're lucky."
"I'm not the only lucky one." I leered.
"Go to hell." Jing's ears turned red, and she couldn't continue.
I laughed: "By the way, you had so much fun this time, you have to grant me one wish." I said in a wronged tone, as if I had gotten a good deal but was still acting innocent.
"What?"
I felt a little guilty, but pretended to be righteous and whispered this in Jing's ear.
Listening intently, her relaxed smile gradually turned into exaggerated surprise, her eyes widening in disbelief for a long while: "This... this won't do..."
"Why not? I've always kept in touch with him, you know. If I tell him, he'll definitely want to."
"It's too messy..." Jing hadn't recovered from the shock yet, instinctively maintaining her composure.
"Don't you think it's super exciting? Satisfy me." I said shamelessly.
"Let me think..." Jing said weakly.
I smiled inwardly, this has a chance.

(49)

Three months later, Shangri-La Hotel banquet hall.
The solemn and cheerful wedding march suddenly began, and a spotlight shone in the originally dim hall. The handsome groom and the radiant bride walked hand in hand down the red carpet, slowly heading towards the stage amidst the envious gazes of their relatives and friends.
I glanced nervously at Jing, who was walking gracefully beside me. Unlike her usual simple attire, today she was lavishly made up, her features exquisite, exuding refinement and nobility. Wearing a pure white, low-cut wedding dress adorned with beautiful lace, Jing looked both innocent and sexy. Even with the eyes of relatives and friends on both sides, my gaze couldn't help but drift to her deep cleavage. Suddenly realizing that so many people were staring at half of Jing's breasts, which I rarely saw, my lower body instantly became aroused.
I had considered inviting Qiang Ge to the wedding for a "training" session, but in this situation where things absolutely couldn't go wrong, reason finally triumphed over lust. I couldn't help but fantasize about Jing wearing the three-point vibrating butterfly he gave her under her wedding dress, with the remote control in his hands...
The bride being passively brought to the peak of orgasm in front of her husband and both sets of parents while the solemn ceremony was taking place on stage... Ugh... So lewd...
I calmed myself down, thinking that I absolutely mustn't let them discover my erection at this moment.
Amidst the scattering of petals, I carefully helped Jing up the steps. Looking at the many eyes below, I suddenly realized that my decades-long single life was finally coming to an end. Thinking of those flowers who had shared joy in my life but whom I had ultimately parted ways with, I felt a pang of sadness, yet I hid it all behind a gentle smile.
The ceremony, arranged by me, wasn't complicated, but hearing my mother's suppressed sob during her speech made my own throat tighten.
With the officiant's calm voice, Jing and I repeated,
"For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part..."
"Alright, congratulations on your marriage. Exchange rings... The groom may now kiss the bride."
Amidst the enthusiastic applause and the dazzling flashes of cameras, I lowered my head and kissed Jing. Perhaps unaccustomed to kissing in front of so many, her movements were a little hesitant, filling my heart with tenderness. Today, we vow to walk the rest of our lives together. Having finally managed to get rid of the group of friends who were making a ruckus in the bridal chamber, I, who had been tense all day, suddenly relaxed and collapsed onto the sofa. Jing, who was also half-drunk, breathed a sigh of relief, but then stood in front of the large dressing mirror, turning around frequently to admire her own reflection. Suddenly, she saw me smiling at her, and sat on my lap in a coquettish voice, wrapping her small arms around my neck and saying with a smile, "Tired?"
" Don't worry, I have plenty of energy tonight!" I grinned lewdly and buried my head in Jing's chest, enjoying the squeezing of her breasts. Jing chuckled and dodged, "It tickles..." "A lot of people were staring at your cleavage today." "No way..." Jing looked a little embarrassed, obviously having noticed it herself. I whispered in her ear, "Ready for a wonderful wedding night?" Jing shook her head vigorously, but her eyes were full of laughter. "I'm really looking forward to it, feel it, it's hard..." I shamelessly pulled her small hand down to my lower body. Jing let out a soft moan, gently kneading through my pants. "There's another one coming... Can you handle it?" I asked, feigning concern. Jing glanced at me sideways: "If I can't, will you leave me alone?" Her hands, however, continued their gentle movements. Hearing her use of "you," my erection reached its limit, and I gasped, "Of course not... I haven't seen him do it to you yet... Tell your husband... what's it like..." Jing trembled, her small hand unzipping my pants and reaching inside: "What else is there to say..."

"Just wait and see...it'll be fine..."
The incredibly delicate touch made me groan with pleasure. "Be more proactive tonight...let your husband see how sexy you are..."
Jing's breath was hot. "I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it..."
Just as the two were cuddling, the doorbell suddenly rang. I smiled at Jing. "Coming..."
Two red clouds rose on Jing's face. "Go open the door!" She went into the bathroom by herself.
I pulled up my pants, went over and looked through the peephole, then opened the door.
"Brother-in-law, congratulations!" Xiao Feng was still wearing his best man suit, standing at the door, smiling shyly.
"Thank you..." I let him in. "Have they all left?"
"Yeah, I went downstairs with them and walked around a few times. I made sure no one was there before I came back up." Xiao Feng didn't know what to do with his hands, and he barely dared to look at me.
I could completely imagine his surprise and embarrassment when Jing told him that we were the "couple" he had been communicating with online all along.
"Okay, take the camera out and charge it again." I pointed to the bag Xiaofeng was carrying. The entire ceremony was filmed with it; I couldn't let it run out of battery at the crucial moment.
As Jing walked out, she greeted Xiaofeng. Even though they were very familiar with each other, there was a strange ambiguity and slight awkwardness between the siblings tonight. Stirred by this subtle atmosphere, and thinking about what was about to happen that night, a strong sense of excitement welled up inside me.
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"Yes, like that… bend down a little…" My Nikon clicked melodiously, capturing Jing's incredibly charming figure from every angle. At first, her posture was a little stiff, but she quickly became a good model in front of the camera.
I suddenly remembered her saying last time, "That photographer said I have a strong presence in front of the camera…"
"Okay, lift your skirt up," I instructed Jing with a lewd smile, "Higher." Jing glanced at Xiao Feng, who was staring blankly to the side, then obediently pulled up her gauze skirt, revealing most of her buttocks covered by thin gauze panties and pure white garter belts, seductively sending flirtatious glances at the camera.
"Your sister was never this open before, I trained her to be like this," I said to Xiao Feng while frequently pressing the shutter.
"Do you like it?" Jing simply put a finger in her mouth, half-closed her eyes and let out a faint sigh, then laughed to herself.
"Damn, I can't take it!"
Jing chuckled, intentionally or unintentionally clamping her arms together, her cleavage so deep it could bury all a man's ambition.
I saw my lower body bulge in my pants.
"Come here and kneel in front of your brother!" I chose an angle behind Xiao Feng.
"What for?" Jing asked knowingly.
"What you're good at."
Jing glared at me with a smile, her face becoming increasingly radiant, and slowly walked over and gracefully knelt in front of Xiao Feng, looking up at him and saying, "Did you miss your sister?" “
I want to… Sister, you look so beautiful today!” Xiao Feng’s voice trembled slightly.
Jing smiled, slightly tipsy, and placed her hands on Xiao Feng’s knees, gently rubbing her cheek against the bulge in his pants, accompanied by soft moans. My camera faithfully recorded these moments.
“Want your sister to give you a kiss?” Jing’s big eyes captured every expression on Xiao Feng’s face, as if they were about to overflow with tears.
“Yes…” he responded almost involuntarily.
Jing bit the zipper pull with her teeth and slowly pulled it down. I naturally remembered that this was the move Qiang had taught her last week. Recalling that Saturday at our house, in front of the large wedding photo of me and Jing hanging above the bed, sweating profusely, he was holding Jing's high, protruding buttocks and fucking her until she begged for mercy, I suddenly felt a surge of lust.
After a moment of daze, I came back to my senses and saw Xiao Feng looking at Jing's lewd actions with almost disbelief, a patch of white cotton underwear showing in his crotch, stretched taut by the penis wrapped around it.
Jing stuck out her small, delicate tongue and slowly moved it. Her head seemed to be about to lick the bulge, but she always stopped just short of it, her eyes magnetically locked with Xiaofeng's.
Xiaofeng hissed and gasped, grabbing Jing's hands: "Sister..." but couldn't finish.
Jing's eyes were watery as she slowly pulled down the front of Xiaofeng's underwear, finally freeing his engorged penis.
Jing let out a soft moan, closed her eyes, and brought her face close, letting the penis roll against her cheek. The contrast between her smooth, delicate face and the prominent penis was striking, prompting me to immediately take several close-up shots.
"So hot...so hard..."
Jing murmured, occasionally brushing the shaft with her nose and red lips, her hands busy unbuckling Xiaofeng's belt: "Take it off." "
Xiao Feng, a little embarrassed, stripped naked in front of me and stood in front of Jing.
Jing lifted his penis with one hand and slipped it between his legs. Her tongue had already brushed against his scrotum, causing him to look up and take a deep breath.
After a series of teasing movements from bottom to top, Jing grasped his penis with one hand, pulled back the foreskin, fully exposing the glans. Her tongue quickly teased the groove below a dozen times, making me feel a surge of pleasure.
'Look at me while sucking on the glans…' I focused my attention on her moist lips.
Jing's cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the glans, giving me a flirtatious wink. *Click*. "
"Eat it all..."
Jing opened her mouth wide, pressing her hands against Xiaofeng's buttocks and slowly pushing it down her throat. When it reached her throat, she paused to let her throat adjust, then opened her mouth wide and forced the rest in. Xiaofeng, enjoying it, cried out "Sister!" and grabbed her head.
After seven or eight seconds, Jing finally spat out the penis, gagging a few times. Her eyes were filled with tears, but her expression became increasingly lewd.
"It's our turn to enjoy it!" I couldn't bear it any longer: "Get up and take your clothes off." Jing
swayed as she stood up, her mouth, nose, and chin wet with drool. She wiped it with the back of her hand, smiling dreamily, and reached back to unbutton the back of her dress. As the zipper was pulled down, the wedding dress that had been tightly wrapped around her chest gradually loosened, hanging precariously on her two high breasts.
Jing chuckled at my lustful gaze, then turned away gracefully, leaving us with her back to us. Just as the dress was about to fall from her body, she covered her chest with her hands. A stunningly beautiful, S-shaped back, undulating and snow-white, captivated me, continuing the curve with her rounded hips and shapely legs.
Jing stood there gracefully, her feet still buried in the pure white dress, like a fairy in a lotus pond, her arms revealing glimpses of her cleavage, smiling sweetly at me.
I was awestruck by her beauty, and for a moment, I was mesmerized.
“Turn around…” I said, my mouth dry, as I came to my senses. “Put your hands down, slowly…”
Jing turned halfway around, biting her lower lip and staring intently at us. She slowly lowered her hands, her two pink mounds gradually being exposed before our eyes. Finally, unable to conceal her peaks any longer, she half-closed her eyes and let out a silent sigh. Her two crimson nipples stood proudly erect, stimulating every nerve in our bodies.
“So beautiful!” Xiao Feng and I exclaimed in unison.
Lost in our praise, Jing smiled even more confidently, looking at us without speaking, yet her eyes seemed to say—this is my bride!
My heart felt as sweet as if I had drunk honey, indescribably intoxicating. I couldn't help but go over and lift her up in my arms. Jing let out a soft cry, hooking her arms around my neck, clinging tightly to me as I carried her to the bed.
"Enjoy it," I whispered gently in her ear, taking a black cloth from the bedside table and blindfolding her, tying it in a knot behind her head.
I gestured for Xiaofeng to come over, and the two of us sat at the foot of the bed, each of us lifting one of Jing's beautiful legs and rolling down her pure white stockings. I smiled slightly at Xiaofeng and began kissing her feet. Xiaofeng, understanding, mimicked my movements on the other side. I could feel Jing's trembling from her toes to her calves, tensing and then trying to relax, eliciting soft moans of pleasure and ecstasy from her throat.
Our caresses and kisses gradually moved upwards from Jing's ankles, across her calves, then over her inner thighs, moving towards the same spot at her groin.
As we progressed, Jing's breathing became more and more rapid. Beneath her pubic hair, a thin layer of clear fluid covered the folds of her thighs.
Just as my fingers lightly brushed the junction of her groin and abdomen, her vaginal opening suddenly contracted, and another gush of fluid flowed out.
But, as if by unspoken agreement, Xiaofeng and I deliberately avoided touching her private parts, which craved caresses. Instead, we kissed her from the sides upwards.
After all, it was the first time Jing had made love to us simultaneously, and her familiar body was now filled with unknown reactions, trembling as we carefully savored her from head to toe.
Because she was lying flat, Jing's full breasts lazily swayed on either side, forming rounded curves from the side. I carefully avoided her breasts, kissing only from the sides of her breasts to her armpits, then up to her collarbone, and when I reached her neck, I could feel Xiaofeng's closeness.
The meeting of the two men in her sensitive spot made Jing pant wildly, one hand pressing down on our heads, pulling and rubbing our hair.
Seeing that the time was right, I signaled Xiaofeng to slowly shift his focus to her breasts. We patiently circled our tongues around the base of her breasts, causing Jing to writhe and moan uncontrollably.
After we had licked her breasts wet several times, we almost simultaneously took her nipples into our mouths!
"Oh..." Jing's body arched suddenly, her hands pressing our heads down tightly, her swollen breasts almost suffocating me. Her frenzy infected me; I just wanted to bury my head in that soft, moist mass, never to be separated.
After savoring her tender nipples, my tongue circled down again. Jing was like an inexhaustible ice cream, letting me gently suckle and lick her. Her pink toes were as small as broad beans, and I sucked on them one after another, watching Xiao Feng kneel before Jing, his tongue rapidly teasing her inner thighs. His soft yet powerful tongue even curled up at times, trying to penetrate Jing's vaginal opening, eliciting moans from her. Being
licked on her genitals by her own cousin in front of her husband on her wedding night—any woman would go crazy...
Jing's moans grew louder and louder, and soon she seemed to be approaching her climax. I patted Xiao Feng, signaling him to stop.
Jing trembled slightly with unbearable discomfort, trying to bring her legs together to rub her vulva, but I held her down.
Xiao Feng looked at me in bewilderment, at a loss for what to do. I leaned down and whispered in Jing's ear, "Baby, you're only allowed one orgasm tonight, but I promise you'll never forget it!"

(Fifty) (Final Chapter)

In the hotel room with wedding candies on the table, the naked bride and groom were licking each other in a 69 position. Although it was erotic, it wasn't particularly outrageous in this day and age. However, behind the bride's high, snowy buttocks, another naked young man was caressing and kissing her from behind, instantly filling the entire room with an erotic atmosphere.
I lay on my back on the pillow at the foot of the bed, sucking on Jing's legs, who was straddling me, until they were dripping with juice. I was also indulging in the pleasure I was giving her. After a while, I said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Feng, fuck your sister."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng carefully moved his lower body, holding his penis, which was so hard that even I was envious, and pressed it against the entrance of her vagina from behind, slowly thrusting in.
The proportions of the organs were exaggeratedly magnified at such close range, occupying almost the entire field of vision. I saw the blunt glans being pushed back, then, with a quiet nasal sound, it decisively broke through Jing's labia and slowly disappeared into her body, even pulling her petal-like labia minora inside out.
With his not-so-heavy movements, I watched as this penis went in and out of Jing's vagina, and involuntarily pushed upwards against Jing's throat.
Jing let out a soft "uh," and hurriedly gripped my penis tightly in her hand.
"Oh... he's fucking my bride..."
This thought filled my mind, yet there was a sinful, bittersweet pleasure...
Xiao Feng's movements gradually relaxed, slapping against Jing with each thrust, his two testicles swaying violently in front of my eyes, almost touching my face. At this moment, I felt no disgust, but rather it intensified my excitement.
The scent of their genitals mingled, constantly stimulating me. Suddenly, I had a strong urge to kiss their joined bodies. After a long internal struggle, I finally couldn't bring myself to do it . I simply reached out and stroked Jing's breasts; they hung heavy like dough sacks, incredibly smooth to the touch.
If I were to play like this with Qiang in the future, and I was ordered to lick the part he was thrusting into Jing, what would I do…? The thought made my face flush and my heart race, but my lower body involuntarily grew even stronger.
"Oh… ah…" Jing cried out intermittently, her mouth increasingly unable to hold my penis properly.
I asked in a muffled voice, "Is it good, wife?" It felt like there was a pubic hair in my mouth, but my hand was trapped by her thighs.
"Oh… good…" Jing admitted brazenly, sucking my penis even harder.
"Come on, wife, let's change positions." After passively appreciating it for a while, I finally couldn't resist joining the fray.
Lost in the throes of intercourse, Jing let me do as I pleased, letting Xiaofeng sit beneath her. She didn't even notice me pulling a bottle of lubricant from the bedside table until my penis brushed against her buttocks. She shuddered, "What are you doing?"
"Don't move, Xiaofeng, put it in!"
"Ugh..."
The moment I thrust upwards, Jing's upper body went limp, her hands barely supporting herself on Xiaofeng's chest. I took the opportunity to push her down into his arms, her two plump, snowy buttocks sticking up.
Between her thighs, a cluster of new chrysanthemums, and below, between two thin, stretched labia, another man's penis, dripping with semen, was gripped. There wasn't even a condom, instantly arousing me. My hand, however, dared not be careless, applying a glob of slippery liquid to her anus.
The sudden touch of cool lubricant on her sensitive, forbidden area made Jing gasp, her body involuntarily shrinking, her buttocks clenching even tighter.
"Relax...relax..." I whispered, applying the lotion inside and out. As I gently rotated my fingertips inside her small opening, I felt her instinctive contractions and the slow, pulsating movement of my hard penis beneath her through the vaginal walls.
My heart burned with desire. I put on a condom, carefully lubricated it again, and then, full of anticipation, parted her buttocks with one hand and grasped my penis with the other, aiming it at her anus and pushing it in.
"Slow...slow down..." Jing hissed, enduring the pain.
Because her vagina was completely filled, Jing's anus became especially tight, and every inch of penetration made her tremble all over.
"So full...ah..." Jing's lower body involuntarily contracted violently, and Xiao Feng's breathing became much heavier. I figured he would feel intense pleasure even if he didn't move...
"Halfway in..."
I encouraged her by stroking her buttocks, but my lower body steadily pushed in, feeling the pressure of another hard penis below, making my blood rush to my face. My God, what am I doing? This is too lewd!
As most of the penis disappeared between Jing's buttocks, she became limp, as if her bones had been removed, instinctively moaning but unable to speak.
I looked at her with a sense of novelty, sandwiched between me and another man. Who could have imagined that the bride, who was as pure and beautiful as an angel in front of so many guests just a few hours ago, would now be in such a depraved state, especially since this was my woman, on our wedding night?
This is so perverted! Uncle and Aunt, what kind of expressions would you have if you saw what your daughter was doing right now?
Oh…
a deep-seated, lewd pleasure surged from my lower body into my mind, numbing my trembling nerves and reason…
After letting her adjust for a moment, I slowly began to thrust in and out, pretending to be calm as I said, “Come on, Xiaofeng, let’s move together.”
But I felt my voice was a little weak. Actually, I didn’t know what to do, but in front of him, I had to control the rhythm, which was very different from when I was with Brother Qiang. Which feeling did I prefer?
The two fleshy rods alternately thrusting through a thin layer of flesh, filling me with a fresh tactile sensation, and making Jing tense up: “Ah… I can’t take it… Ahh… Help… It’s going to break… Ah…”
Normally, such near-death cries might have made me stop and comfort her gently, but now it was like an aphrodisiac, adding fuel to the fire! I gritted my teeth and slapped her buttocks: "Having two men do it to you at the same time, isn't it awesome?"
"Oh..." Jing screamed, unable to speak.
Xiao Feng seemed to be stimulated by my words as well, panting heavily as he held Jing's waist with both hands, struggling upwards in a difficult position.
I grasped his rhythm, trying to thrust in when he withdrew, but the intense and clumsy movements could never be in sync. The two of us would squeeze into the narrow space at the same time from time to time, and the feeling of pushing and pressing made each of us so excited that we were only driven by animal instincts...
"Ah..." Jing's furrowed brows could no longer be relaxed, and there was a wild abandon in her unbearable moans. Her tight anal walls contracted and relaxed with my forceful dilation, the writhing tightness was so intoxicating… Xiao Feng moved faster and faster beneath her… hitting me…
“Little brother… feeling so good, right… you got to share your beautiful cousin’s wedding night… after she becomes someone else’s wife, won’t it feel even more conquering…”
I masochistically took his role, finding it incredibly stimulating…
“Sis, I’m going to cum!” Being young, Xiao Feng was the first to give in.
Jing was completely speechless, her hands braced against his chest, her head bobbing and screaming with our increasingly rapid movements.
Is it coming… come together… he’s not wearing a condom… cum inside! Oh… On our wedding night, another man's semen was injected into my wife's uterus, and I was the one who was shielded… Damn… I wanted to shout, "Shoot her!" But my pride was blocking my way, and I couldn't say it, only screaming in my mind…
"Sister… say fuck me!" The usually gentle Xiao Feng was now fucking Jing like a madman, his body thrusting so hard that Jing and I couldn't keep our balance. Through the flesh walls of Jing's private parts, I could feel that his penis was getting harder and harder.
Hmm… Does he usually ask Jing like this when he orgasms?
"Oh… Xiao Feng… fuck sister!" Jing clearly felt that the younger brother beneath her was about to orgasm through her body, and she satisfied him with maternal abandon, her beautiful hair flowing freely…
"Sister, I can't hold back anymore!" Xiao Feng wrapped his arms tightly around Jing's neck, and with a burst of instinct, he thrust wildly one last time!
Come on! "Shoot her... How can I bear to watch this brother and sister commit incest?
" "I'm going to cum too! My wife's yelling for us to fuck each other!"
"Fuck me together! You two..."
"Ah..." Just seconds later, he and I both erupted in unbearable roars, accompanied by Jing's screams at their highest point. Our lower bodies convulsed uncontrollably, forcefully ejaculating spurt after spurt of semen! Everywhere was being squeezed! Struggling! The three of us, our lower bodies intertwined, moved rapidly at different rhythms, like a frenzied symphony of ultimate lust...
I barely supported myself with my weak, trembling arms, my head resting limply against Jing's sweaty back.
Jing held him tightly with one hand, and placed the other on my hip; for a long time, the three of us remained motionless.
The tension of the day had finally subsided, leaving only a soft emptiness after the climax.
I was too tired to think about anything, and I don't know how much time passed before I vaguely felt my lower body shrinking little by little, finally slipping out, which made Jing groan again...
The flight to the Maldives was, unavoidably, early in the morning. The taxi weaved through the noisy, narrow streets of Shanghai; winter had already permeated every corner of the city. Half-asleep, I stared blankly out the window at the bare sycamore trees flashing by. Stacks of steaming baskets piled high outside the small eateries along the street simmered with heat. At the intersection, a young couple in red and green down jackets embraced and laughed intimately…
Though it was just a fleeting glimpse, I seemed to catch a glimpse of their expressions—simple joy, a feeling of closeness that suggested they had already had sex…
Suddenly, I felt a pang of sentimentality, longing for the simple joy of sex intertwined with love…
I remembered six years ago, the first time I took Jing's virginity. The next morning, I woke to find her lying on the sofa in the living room, having spent the entire night awake… The second time that afternoon, she stared blankly at my powerful erection behind her in the mirror, already experiencing the pleasure and tenderness of a woman…
Last night's, and the most recent, were no longer simple…
But I don't regret it, I think. Is it a bit perverse…? Probably not, just not accepted by mainstream morality. But moral standards themselves evolve, don't they?
"What are you thinking about, honey?" A head nestled against me, its hair carrying a faint scent different from usual—the clean fragrance of hotel shampoo. Her voice was languid and sleepy. "I was thinking about how I've finally made you my wife." I looked down at her with a smile. "Happy?" Jing winked playfully at me. I didn't answer, but leaned down and kissed her sweet, red lips deeply .
I
knew that everything was just beginning . ********** ... Thank you to all the long-time readers and friends of Siheyuan and Sezhongse. Without your help and encouragement (suggestions, comments, typesetting, and compiling into an ebook), this story would never be where it is today. For example, when I first wrote the first chapter, I used short sentences without quotation marks or colons to represent dialogue. A kind reader from Siheyuan added punctuation while helping me with typesetting and encoding, and I quickly realized that it seemed better that way, so I simply continued writing it that way. Therefore, the first chapter in the attached txt version is the one I added punctuation for later, and it is basically the same as the earliest version you have seen, but with slight differences. Readers may feel that there are still many plot points left untold, and that is indeed the case, but in life, there are many things that may happen but haven't yet. Xiao Dong and Xiao Jing have turned the page of their "almost married" life, and their future is something to look forward to. ********** ...

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