Sex and love deep in my memory

My
first time was with my neighbor's wife. I was 18, a high school sophomore; she was 27, a doctor.
We lived in a building constructed in the 1970s, with only two households per floor. My neighbor and I lived on the sixth floor, the top floor. Her husband was a military officer, a three-star officer, who only came home on leave each year. She lived alone the rest of the time. My parents were divorced, and they had both found new partners. My mother went to that wealthy country across the ocean with a blue-eyed, blond man, and my father went to Shenzhen with a woman in her twenties from his workplace. I became the rightful owner of the apartment they used to live in.
My neighbor's wife was a classic beauty. Her pretty face always looked fresh and clean, and her beautiful eyes were like a misty lake, shrouded in a hazy glow. Only when she gazed into my eyes did they sparkle with an electric light. Her breasts were like two towering peaks, yet they didn't undulate when she walked, giving an impression of fullness and firmness. Her buttocks were round and high, her legs long and slender, as if every part of her body radiated youthful vitality. I noticed her beauty the moment she moved in last year.
Before my neighbor moved in, my masturbation object was Lü Yajun, the school beauty. She was so beautiful that boys were breathless, and she had countless admirers and suitors. This little bitch was spoiled by the boys, as proud as a princess, always looking down on the boys around her with disdain. My greatest strength is self-awareness; I don't have a prestigious family background, nor am I the prince charming in girls' eyes. I didn't dare join the ranks of those pursuing her, and could only watch her from afar. Every night, when all was quiet, I would masturbate while fantasizing about kissing her rose-petal-like lips, caressing her firm, pointed breasts, and thrusting my rock-hard penis deep into her soft, pink vagina, finally ejaculating all my love, jealousy, and resentment into her body along with my thick semen…
After my sister-in-law and I became neighbors, my masturbation object changed from Lü Yajun to my neighbor's wife. My neighbor's wife's mature body was far more alluring to me than Lü Yajun's. When I masturbated, I always imagined myself as a powerful man, repeatedly kneading her vibrant body and spraying my semen onto every part of her.
One early summer day, I came home from school and saw my neighbor's wife carrying a large pile of things, struggling to get her keys from the handbag slung across her hip. When she saw me, her beautiful face immediately lit up with surprise.
"Ziqiang, help me get my keys," my neighbor's wife called my name. My name is Luo Ziqiang.
When I helped my neighbor get her keys, we were very close. A faint smell of medicine mixed with the scent of a woman's body wafted into my nose, and my penis immediately became erect, pressing against her buttocks through her thin clothes. My neighbor seemed completely unaware of my erection.
"Don't just stand there, get the keys," she said.
An excitement I had never experienced before overwhelmed me, and my hands trembled as I struggled to get the keys.
"You're so clumsy!" she said, shoving a bunch of things she was carrying into my arms before deftly pulling out the keys and opening the door.
The feeling of my penis pressing against her buttocks kept haunting me. That night, I masturbated, my penis hard as iron, while fantasizing about it penetrating her vagina. Perhaps I was too aroused; this time, I ejaculated a lot of semen, leaving my hands, legs, and stomach sticky. I had to go to the bathroom to clean myself. Back then, most families didn't have hot water. The tap water in early summer was bone-chillingly cold. I quickly rinsed off, and goosebumps immediately rose on my skin.
The next morning, I woke up feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I touched my forehead; it was burning hot, like a teapot filled with hot water. I had caught a cold. My studies were demanding, so I didn't dare take a day off. I forced myself to attend all my classes and then struggled to get home. I climbed to the fifth floor but couldn't go any further. My legs felt like they were walking on styrofoam, soft and powerless. I plopped down on the cold cement steps, my breathing sounding like a car exhaust pipe.
A series of crisp footsteps brought my neighbor to me. My neighbor, a woman, said, "Ziqiang, why are you sitting here instead of going home?"
I replied, "I'm tired, just resting."
"A little kid like you, tired after climbing five flights of stairs? Aren't you ashamed?" she said, scanning my face with a professional eye. Without warning, her long, white hand suddenly touched my forehead: "Oh dear! You have a high fever!" Without further ado, she pulled me up from the steps and took me home.
"Lie still, I'll get you some medicine!" she said in a doctor's tone, as if I were already a patient in their hospital.
A moment later, she returned with a medicine box, took my temperature, listened to my heart, forced me to drink the foul-smelling and unpleasant medicine and pills, and finally, skillfully pulled down my pants and viciously jabbed me in the buttocks, the medicine from the syringe seeping into my muscles. Even though her soft, white hand roamed over my body, my penis remained limp, and I felt no impure thoughts.
After fussing around for a while, she said as she left, "Rest well and drink plenty of water." She was just as nagging as my mother used to be.
I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, the bright sunlight stung my eyes. The digital clock on the bedside table had mockingly pointed to the number "9"—it was already 9 a.m. My forehead was no longer burning, and my body was no longer weak.
The aroma of egg noodles wafted over. My neighbor, a woman, brought a bowl of egg noodles to my bedside and said, "Awake? Want to eat?"
I chuckled and quickly devoured the noodles. After eating, my neighbor took my temperature again and said, "The fever's gone down." Then she forced me to take medicine. I said, "Didn't the fever go down? Why are you still taking medicine?"
"Not having a fever doesn't mean you're cured. You still need to take medicine," she said. "Lie down, I'll give you an injection."
I lay down on the bed, and she pulled down my pants again and poked me in the butt. Then she rubbed the injection site with a cotton ball, and patted my butt, saying, "Silly boy, you're so healthy!" Her pat made me feel something, and I rolled over and grabbed her hand. "Sister-in-law's hands are so beautiful."
"Go away, you little brat already know how to be so attentive," my sister-in-law teased.
"I'm not trying to flatter you, I'm telling the truth!" I said anxiously, the veins on my neck bulging like medical tubing. "Sister-in-law is really beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
My sister-in-law didn't take me seriously, continuing to mock me, "Save those sweet words for the girls at your school."
I was at a loss for words, saying, "I really like you, sister-in-law."
Suddenly, a brilliance shone in her misty eyes as she looked into mine: "Tell me, what do you like about me?"
"I like everything about you." I don't know where the courage came from, but I suddenly hugged her and pressed my lips to hers. I closed my eyes, kissing her tightly closed lips with all my might, but she didn't respond to my passionate kiss; her lips were cold and dry. I deflated, opening my eyes to a look of surprise and disappointment in her beautiful eyes. My face flushed crimson, I wished the floor would crack open so I could disappear from the sixth floor to the first.
My sister-in-law left without a word. I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, my feet rooted to the floor. I wanted to slap myself twice. How could I have disrespected my sister-in-law, disrespected the goddess in my heart! It's all over, this time it's all ruined, my sister-in-law will never speak to me again.
The whole morning, I was drowning in a tide of regret and guilt.
At
noon, I lay in bed wallowing in self-pity when my sister-in-law came again. She brought me some freshly cooked dumplings, placed them in front of me, and said, "Eat them while they're hot, or they'll get cold."
I didn't dare look at my sister-in-law and stammered, "Sister-in-law... I'm sorry... Please forgive my rudeness this morning."
My sister-in-law smiled and said, "Ziqiang, don't be like that. I've already forgotten about it. No one is allowed to mention this again."
I said, "Thank you, sister-in-law. I really like you."
My sister-in-law's eyes were misty: "I like you too. I don't have a younger brother. If you really like me, then be my younger brother. If I become your older sister, you won't have any wild thoughts."
I said unconvinced, "Does becoming my sister-in-law mean I'll have wild thoughts?"
My sister-in-law said, "According to Chinese tradition, it's normal for a sister-in-law and her brother-in-law to have inappropriate behavior. But it's not easy for an older sister and her brother to have inappropriate behavior."
"Okay, from now on you'll be my older sister," I said, "Sister, Sister Yan." My sister-in-law's name is Huo Yan.
"Sigh!" my sister-in-law readily agreed. "Little brother, since your parents aren't around, I'll definitely take good care of you
." "Sister, I have one last request," I said, mustering my courage. "Can I kiss you one more time? After that, I promise I won't have any more wild thoughts, and I'll respect and care for you like a real sister."
My sister-in-law looked at me with hazy eyes and said, "Okay, I promise you—but just this once, never again."
"Okay." I gently wrapped my arms around my sister's neck and pressed my hot lips to hers, remaining motionless. Suddenly, my sister burst into laughter: "My silly little brother, is that how you kiss?"
I said, "Yes."
My sister said, "Have you never had a girlfriend?"
I nodded. My sister said, "Let me teach you how to kiss. Girls won't like kissing like that." My sister wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her lips to mine, and her tongue deftly slipped into my mouth, swirling around inside. My sister's tongue was smooth and soft, with a faint fragrance and sweetness. My tongue began to chase after my sister's, and she gently bit my tongue, sucking it eagerly. I imitated her, sucking on her tongue in return. During the kiss, her high, firm breasts pressed against my chest. Stimulated by their softness and elasticity, I couldn't resist grasping and caressing them. Touching them through her clothes wasn't enough, so I slipped my hand inside. Her breasts immediately filled my hand. The silky smooth skin felt wonderful. I kneaded them repeatedly, like kneading dough. My sister's expression gradually changed; her face flushed red, her breathing became rapid, and her once taut body became limp, collapsing weakly into my arms, a look of ecstasy in her eyes. This change in her body excited me greatly, and I kneaded her breasts even more vigorously.
"Good little brother, stop kneading, you're making my body soft," my sister said, her voice trembling.
"How can kneading breasts make my body soft?" I asked, puzzled.
“Silly boy, rubbing a woman’s breasts will make her react down there,” my sister said.
“Down there?” I asked.
“You’re so naughty, pretending to be stupid with your sister,” my sister said coquettishly.
“I really don’t understand, dear sister, please tell me,” I pleaded while rubbing her breasts.
“Rubbing her breasts will make a woman wet down there, and she’ll get aroused,” my sister’s face turned as red as a tomato.
“Down there, does that mean her vagina?”
“That’s awful, it’s her genitals,”
I said. “They’re all the same thing.” As I spoke, I abandoned my sister’s lips, lifted her shirt and bra, and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it like a baby nursing. My sister said, “Little brother, stop… stop licking… I can’t take it anymore!”
I had just gotten into the mood, how could I give up the delicious taste in my mouth? I continued to lick her breasts and suck on her nipples. My sister’s nipples gradually became erect, bright red, like a ripe grape. With my licking, my sister let out a moan: “Mmm… oh oh… oh oh…”
My penis was so hard it felt like it was going to burst. I said, "Sister, let me see your genitals, the ones you mentioned, okay?"
"No, no," my sister refused. But her eyes told me her refusal wasn't firm. I'm grateful to my sister; she told me that touching a woman's breasts would elicit a reaction from her genitals, and my intuition told me her reaction must be very strong. I frantically licked her breasts, and one hand began to wander, reaching between her thighs to caress them. She was wearing a skirt, her thighs were bare, the skin of her thighs delicate and smooth, touching them felt incredibly pleasurable. Through her panties, I could feel the heat rising between her legs, and her panties became damp. I placed my finger in a hollow, guessing this might be a woman's vagina, and probed inside with my finger. The fluid flowing from the hollow had already soaked through her panties. My hand went inside her panties, which were already overflowing. I touched a groove, and my finger was covered in the sticky fluid. My finger probed and moved back and forth in the groove, and my sister's moans grew more and more beautiful, like a moan and a cry at the same time. A feeling of utter terror washed over me.
"Little brother, stop picking at it! You're going to kill your sister!" My sister's voice was already trembling with tears.
I said, "Take off all your clothes and let me see your body and your little pussy, and I won't pick at it anymore."
My sister hesitated for a moment and said, "You can look, but you can't do anything inappropriate!"
I said, "Okay."
It felt like a war was raging between my sister and me. She was defending against my attacks, and her territory was crumbling bit by bit.
I successfully took off my sister's skirt, but when I tried to take off her bra, my trembling hands couldn't unhook the clasp at the back. She chuckled. "So clumsy!" she said, reaching behind her back. With a flick of her fingers, the bra fell off, and her breasts immediately bounced out like white rabbits. My hands immediately and without hesitation occupied those two high points I had always dreamed of. After savoring the victory and pleasure of the invader, I pulled hard with both hands, and her panties, which barely covered her private parts, came off.
My sister lay naked on the bed, her hands covering her private parts between her thighs. Her snow-white body shone brightly, illuminating the entire room. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's naked body. Surprise and excitement made my breathing rapid and heavy, my penis erect, like a soldier ready to attack. I removed my sister's hand from between her thighs, and her legs immediately clamped tightly together, impossible to pry open. My hand could only caress the pubic hair between her legs. My sister's pubic hair gleamed with a dark sheen, softly covering her lower abdomen and between her legs, like an inverted triangle. I stroked the pubic hair, my fingers sliding between her legs, touching a raised clitoris. I asked, "What is this clitoris?"
My sister wouldn't answer, so I rubbed it with my fingers, making it grow larger and harder. My sister's legs slowly parted, revealing a pink slit in front of me, from which flowed a white, milky fluid. With the lubrication of the fluid, my fingers easily slipped inside. The warm, moist vaginal opening tightly gripped my fingers. I said, "Sister, is this a pussy?"
My sister nodded.
"What are those clitoris bumps on the pussy?"
"They're the clitoris, the most sensitive part of a woman's body."
Our conversation made my already rock-hard penis even harder, as if it were about to explode. I said, "Sister, can I try fucking you?"
My sister sighed and said, "Okay, just this once."
I raised my penis and tried to insert it into my sister's vaginal opening, but it met with fierce resistance.
"Ouch, you're hitting me so hard, where are you even trying to insert it?" my sister said, "I really can't do anything with you, even sex requires me to teach you."
"It's not intercourse, it's fucking," I corrected. My sister ignored my correction, guided my penis, and inserted it into the pussy I'd been longing for. The tender flesh inside gripped my penis tightly, a warm, comforting sensation washing over me. Oh, I finally fucked her. Fucking is just inserting your penis into a warm, fleshy hole, not as magical as people make it out to be.
"What are you standing there for? Move something!" my sister urged.
"How do I move?" I asked.
"You're such a dense idiot. Move your thing in and out of me!" my sister said, both amused and exasperated.
Following my sister's instructions, I began to thrust my penis in and out of her pussy. Oh, so fucking involves piston-like movements! I thrust in and out of my sister's pussy, an unprecedented pleasure coursing through my body. It felt like there was a mouth inside my sister's vagina, sometimes sucking on my penis, sometimes biting my glans. The walls of her vagina had many folds, scraping against my glans, making it tingle and feel incredibly pleasurable.
My sister's vagina gripped my penis more and more tightly, and her legs wrapped around my waist like snakes. My sister's vagina began to twitch and spasm, and the amount of vaginal fluid inside increased. With each thrust of my penis, the vaginal fluid that came out was trailing glistening strands. Suddenly, the soft muscles of my sister's vagina hardened, tightly gripping my penis. The muscles at the entrance of her vagina felt like a rubber band tightly constricting my penis, making it impossible for me to thrust any further, and the vaginal fluid gushed out like a river bursting its banks. My sister's legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, and her hands were wrapped tightly around my neck, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. After a long while, my sister finally let go and said, "I've had my orgasm."
"What does 'have my orgasm' mean?" I asked.
"It means I had an orgasm! In Guangdong, we call it 'losing it.' In the north, we call it 'eating it' or 'it's over,'" my sister said.
I hadn't ejaculated yet. My sister had said "just this once," and fearing she wouldn't let me continue, I tentatively asked, "Sister, shall we keep going?"
"Yes," she said. "A woman's first orgasm isn't the most pleasurable; the orgasms after the first one get increasingly intense."
I regrouped, mounted her, and began thrusting violently. With each thrust, my sister's moans grew louder: "Oh... ah... oh..." Finally, she let out a low, animalistic whimper. Her vagina quickly began to twitch and spasm again. She was about to orgasm again, and I increased the speed of my thrusts. Her legs wrapped tightly around me again, preventing me from moving further, and she bit my tongue tightly with her lips. My penis was painfully squeezed by her vagina, and my tongue was numb from being bitten. Finally, her juices gushed out again.
She caught her breath and realized I hadn't ejaculated yet. My penis was swollen and red, the glans purplish-blue from being squeezed by her vagina. She exclaimed in surprise, "You're so amazing, you haven't ejaculated yet!" "
Yeah," I said, "It's a serious mess!"
"You've fucked me so hard I can't fuck you anymore," she said. "I'll suck it out for you with my mouth." She grabbed my penis, still wet with her fluids, and put it in her mouth. I watched my penis go in and out of her bright red mouth, feeling incredibly excited. My sister truly loved me; she was even willing to use her mouth to suck my penis. Her tongue was incredibly skillful, sometimes licking my glans, urethral opening, and coronal sulcus, sometimes taking my penis deep into her mouth, all the way down to her throat. The pleasure of fucking her throat and mouth was completely different from fucking her vagina.
A tingling sensation shot from the back of my head all the way to my lower back, and my penis seemed to swell considerably. My past masturbation experience told me: I was about to ejaculate. I pulled my penis out of my sister's mouth and said, "I'm going to cum."
"Cum in your mouth, sister," she said, putting my penis back in. I thrust a few more times, and it felt like something exploded. A string of brilliant sparks flashed before my eyes, and a thick stream of semen shot into my sister's mouth. Without hesitation, she swallowed all of my semen.
I said, "That's so dirty! How could you eat that?"
She said, "It's not dirty. Everything on your body is clean, and I like everything."
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I said, "Sister, I love you."
"Sister loves you too," she said. She took my penis and carefully licked away all the precum and vaginal fluid, as if savoring a delicacy. My sister said, "Did it feel good when you ejaculated in my mouth?"
I said, "Yes."
"Next time, I want you to ejaculate inside my pussy, so you'll feel even better," she said. "You're a virgin, and you gave your first time to me. I'm so touched. Next time, I'll make sure you ejaculate inside me, so you can become a real man." She stopped talking about genitals and started using my word: pussy! She had already forgotten her promise of "just this once" and started promising next time, which meant she wanted me to fuck her again. I said, "Okay. I also want to ejaculate inside your pussy and experience what it feels like."
She examined my penis repeatedly and said, "Your penis doesn't ejaculate when it's inside me. How come you're so good at it?"
I said, "I don't know. Is it because of excessive masturbation?"
"No, masturbation only makes you ejaculate faster," she said. "Don't masturbate anymore; it's bad for your health."
"What should I do if I want to fuck?" I asked.
"Go to me," she said.
"Okay, it's a deal," I said.
"It's a deal." My sister kissed me so hard I could hardly breathe.
Three
nights later, my sister brought me dinner. After dinner, I hugged her and said, "I want to fuck again." My sister's two dark eyebrows, like raven wings, stood up in surprise: "Didn't you just fuck me this afternoon? Why do you want to fuck again?" My sister had also learned to say "fuck."
I took out my penis, swollen like a sausage, and said, "Look, it wants to fuck again." I casually flicked it, and my penis trembled up and down, as if nodding in salute to my sister. My sister's eyes gleamed, and she reached out her fair hand to touch it, saying, "So hard, so hot."
"Sister, doctor, please help it reduce the swelling!" I said.
My sister didn't say anything, but squatted down and put my penis in her mouth. My sister licked my glans with her tongue, the tip of her tongue gently sliding over the urethral opening, and I trembled with pleasure. After she finished licking the urethral opening, she inserted my penis into her mouth. Her bright red lips tightly enveloped my penis, sensual and stimulating. Waves of heat surged through me, and I couldn't help but hold my sister's head, letting my penis plunge deep into her mouth. After a while, she pulled out and said, "My mouth is so sore, let's fuck each other."
My sister quickly stripped off her clothes, lying naked on the bed like a snow-white lamb. I also quickly took off my clothes, straddled my sister, and licked her breasts. Her nipples stood erect, bright red and tempting. My tongue circled around her nipples, and my sister began to moan. My tongue traveled down her breasts, the tip licking her snow-white belly, causing the muscles there to tremble slightly. I kneaded her breasts with both hands, my tongue passing over her dark pubic hair, taking over her clitoris. My tongue swept over her clitoris, and it gradually swelled up. I was surprised to find that my sister's clitoris resembled a man's glans, only much smaller and without a urethral opening. My tongue licked and licked my sister's "little glans," and her legs twisted like snakes, her moans growing louder and louder: "Mmm...oh...ah...ah..."
Suddenly, her legs clamped tightly around my head, her body stiffened, and her vaginal fluids gushed out like a spring. My sister had come. As soon as she released my head, I eagerly pressed my lips to her vagina and began to lick. The vaginal fluids, with their peculiar smell, flowed into my mouth, salty, like salted butter.
My sister said, "How could you lick there? It's dirty!"
I said, "It's not dirty, sister, you're clean everywhere, I like you everywhere."
My sister picked up my head and kissed my face repeatedly. I said, "Sister, I love you."
My sister said, "Sister loves you too, I love you to death."
I made my sister lie down again and continued to lick her vulva. My sister's vulva was so beautiful, her labia were as bright and plump as clams eaten on a dinner table, and the tender flesh inside the vulva was as soft and delicate as an oyster. My tongue swept between her labia majora and minora, and my sister's juices kept flowing out. I put my tongue into her vulva, which was full of juices and slippery. Before my tongue could even move, it was tightly gripped by her vulva, as if it wanted to swallow my tongue. After my sister's vulva loosened, my tongue began to thrust in and out of her vulva like a penis. My fingers were not idle either, constantly rubbing my sister's clitoris. The clitoris seemed to be engorged with blood, turning bright red. I put the clitoris in my mouth and sucked on it, my tongue sweeping back and forth at the tip of the clitoris, and my sister's juices gushed out again. She reached another climax. Before her legs could clamp my head, I covered her mouth with my vulva, letting every drop of her juices flow into my mouth. After the shockwave of the climax subsided, my sister was flushed and her eyes were squinting, like she was drunk.
"Did it taste good?" my sister asked.
"Yes, better than Coca-Cola," I said. "From now on, I'll trademark my sister's juices: 'Huo Yan Health Elixir.' Of course, 'Huo Yan Health Elixir' is not for sale; it's only for my enjoyment."
My sister laughed so hard she almost broke her slender waist. She said, "Stop teasing me; I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe."
After resting for a while, I parted my sister's labia and thrust my penis inside. My sister's pussy gripped my penis tightly, warm and smooth. I thrust in and out a couple of times, and then she suddenly said, "Stop!"
I asked, "Why do you want me to stop?"
She said, "So that's why you never ejaculate! So that's how you let me fuck you! How can you lift your body up like you're doing push-ups?"
I said, "Isn't that right?"
She said, "You need to press your body against me to feel comfortable and ejaculate."
I said, "I'm heavy. If I press against you, won't you get crushed?"
She said, "My silly brother, you really don't understand anything. People often say: a donkey can carry a hundred pounds, and a woman can carry a man. A woman's body isn't afraid of being pressed down by a man, it's afraid of not having a man pressing down on her. The more a man presses down on a woman
, the more comfortable she feels." So women like being pressed down by men. I really don't understand women. I pressed my body against my sister. Her body was like well-kneaded dough, soft and smooth, and pressing against it felt indescribably comfortable. My sister guided my penis and inserted it into her pussy. This time, as I thrust my penis, I experienced a pleasure I'd never felt before, like an electric current coursing through my entire body. The friction between my sister's and my skin created a powerful magnetic field, surging and impacting my body and nerves. Ah! This is what fucking feels like; no wonder everyone wants to fuck.
My sister's pussy tightened and loosened, and my penis became like a forging piece under a hammer, repeatedly pounded by her pussy, sometimes round, sometimes flat. My sister raised her legs high, trying to push my penis deeper into her pussy, her moans growing louder and louder: "Ahhh...hehe...yaya..." My head tingled, and I felt the urge to ejaculate again, so I increased the speed of my thrusts. My sister's pussy tightened its grip even more.
Ahhhhh! The universe exploded, a bright flash of light appeared before my eyes, then turned into colorful fragments that scattered. A stream of heat shot out of my penis, shooting deep into my sister's pussy. My glans throbbed several times, and with each throb, the hot stream gushed out. Suddenly, a warm gush from her vagina poured onto my glans. Oh, so my sister had also reached orgasm. Our bodies were tightly entwined, as if the world had ceased to exist.
After we separated, my sister beamed and said, "My little brother has finally become a man, he knows how to fuck."
I said, "Thanks for your 'humming' teachings, sister." I deliberately pronounced "earnest" as "humming.
" "Slap!" My sister's hand lightly slapped my buttocks: "Nonsense!" My
fourth
sister was a lady, but since I fucked her, she had abandoned her ladylike shell, and the wildness that had been suppressed within her for so long was released. She was very wild and very lewd in bed. She liked my penis to thrust in and out of her vagina for long, and she liked the "slap slap" sound of our bodies colliding violently when we fucked. She also liked to constantly change the position of fucking. Sometimes she would lie on the bed like a dog, with my penis thrusting into her vagina from behind; sometimes she would ride on top of me, like a rider on the prairie, bouncing and swaying on me. At this moment, my penis was inside her vagina, and my hands were playing with her high, firm breasts. She was moaning and groaning excitedly. She also liked to use a very difficult position to fuck her: her shoulders and neck were propped up on the bed, her body was upside down like doing a handstand, and her legs were spread in a "I" shape, allowing my penis to penetrate her vagina as far as possible, while she screamed, "Oh... harder... ahhh..."
My sister liked to change the position when fucking her, but I was thinking about exploring more parts of her body that could be fucked. One day, I heard a classmate who had watched pornographic videos say, "Foreigners really know how to have fun. Besides fucking, they also do oral sex, anal sex, breast sex, and foot sex." One day, my sister and I were having fun, and I said to my sister, who was swallowing my penis, "Sister, I want to do breast sex with you, and fuck your breasts with my penis." My sister pulled my penis out of her mouth and happily pressed it between her two breasts. My sister's breasts were so firm that no matter how hard she tried, they couldn't completely cover my hard penis. She had to cover it with her hands, letting it slide between her breasts. Aside from the novelty and excitement, I found breast sex uninteresting. My sister said, "Only with women who have particularly large and sagging breasts can I experience the pleasure of breast sex and ejaculate." Since
breast sex was unsuccessful, I took the opportunity to suggest anal sex. She was terrified and covered her anus, repeatedly saying, "No, no."
I said, "Anal sex will hurt at first. Are you afraid of pain, sister?"
"No. As long as you like it, I can endure any pain," my sister said. "The reason why the AIDS incidence rate is so high in foreign countries is because of anal sex. I don't want you to get hurt." At that time, AIDS wasn't as rampant in our country as it is today. AIDS was mysterious, terrifying, and poorly understood in people's minds. Since my sister didn't want anal sex, I had to give up the idea. Afraid of disappointing me, my sister desperately used her vagina and mouth to help me release my pent-up desire.
Every time we fucked, we were completely absorbed, often working up a sweat.
My sister, having tasted the sweetness, increasingly enjoyed fucking me. At first, she didn't accept my more vivid language like "fuck" or "get fucked," always expressing her strong desire with euphemisms like "fuck me" or "do it to me." As time went on, she changed her language, saying directly when she wanted to fuck: "Sister wants to be fucked, come on up." "Use your big cock to fuck sister, sister's pussy is itchy again."
My sister was wild and wanton in bed, but after getting out of bed, she became extremely ladylike, sophisticated, and elegant. She cared for me like a gentle and virtuous wife, and cherished me like a loving older sister.
One day after school, I played soccer with some classmates, and the streetlights were already on when I got home. There was a particularly secluded alley near the school, which girls usually avoided. I took advantage of the short distance, and this alley became my daily route. As I entered the alley, I saw two men dragging a girl towards a van. The girl clung tightly to a telephone pole, refusing to let go. Without hesitation, I rushed forward, shouting, "Let her go!"
The two men released the girl. One of the men snarled, "You little brat, you're asking for it! You haven't even grown any hair yet and you're already trying to be a hero!" He rolled up his sleeves, ready to punch me. In a moment of panic, I executed a soccer-style tackle, kicking him squarely in the ankle. He immediately fell to the ground. I stood up and delivered another powerful kick to his shin. He clutched his leg, his body curled up in pain, groaning in agony.
Seeing his companion injured, another guy pulled out a knife from his waist and stabbed me. I swung my schoolbag at him, and the knife flew up, slicing my forehead, blood spurting out immediately. He hesitated for a moment when he saw the blood on my face, and I seized the opportunity to throw my schoolbag at him. He dodged, and I missed. He swung his fist at my face, but I tilted my head, and the fist hit my shoulder. Ignoring the pain, I kicked his leg. He fell to the ground, rolled over, immediately got up, quickly pulled his accomplice into the van, and sped away.
The still-shaken girl walked over from beside the telephone pole and said, "Luo Ziqiang, thank you for saving me." I recognized her as Gao Yuhua, a girl in our class. Gao Yuhua was quite tall, with fair skin and regular features, quite pleasing to the eye, but this girl was a cold beauty, always with a cold expression, and almost never spoke to the boys in the class. After school, she never lingered, going home alone. This little bitch always changed her route home, and none of the classmates knew where she lived. The boys in our class secretly gave her a nickname: "Iron-Faced Man."
"Iron-Faced Man" saw that my face was still bleeding and said, "Luo Ziqiang, shall I take you to the hospital?"
"No need," I said, "we often get injured playing soccer, this is nothing." "Do you want me to take you home?"
the little bitch said shyly, "No need, my family's car is waiting for me at the alleyway ahead."
Back then, there weren't private cars, so for her family to send a car to pick her up, her father or mother must have been a high-ranking official or a company owner. No wonder her route home was always so mysterious; she was afraid people would know her parents used a government car to pick her up—she had something to hide.
When I got home, my sister saw my blood-covered face, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes. While applying medicine to her wound, she complained, "I think you're deliberately trying to kill me! You don't know how heartbroken I am when you don't come back! You don't take care of yourself, you might as well just kill me, so I don't have to suffer like this!"
I stammered, "Sister, I'll be more careful next time. This wasn't to save a classmate, it was an accident." I briefly recounted how I rescued "Iron Mask," and my sister said, "You must be careful next time."
I didn't say anything, just hugged my sister and kissed her. My
sister was worried about the wound on my forehead, and the next day she wouldn't let me go to school. She even took leave from work to take care of me. Several times I suggested having sex with her, but she always said, "You have a wound, you can't have sex." I pulled out my engorged penis and said, "I'm so pent up."
She said, "I'll relieve your desire with my mouth, but you can't ejaculate. Ejaculating is bad for the wound." Saying that, she put my penis into her bright red mouth. My sister swallowed and released my penis, waves of pleasure washing over me. Just at the crucial moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door. While inwardly grumbling about how untimely this person had been, I hurriedly shoved my penis into my pants. The person
knocking on the door was a tall, athletic middle-aged woman. She was at least 170 centimeters tall, and her features were all larger than others: large eyes, a large mouth, a high nose, making her look remarkably like a foreign beauty. She appeared strong and powerful, her full figure without an ounce of excess fat. My first impression of her was that of a robust and beautiful mare. As soon as she entered, she said to my sister, "You didn't go to work today. I didn't know what happened at your house, so I came to see you."
"My brother is injured," my sister introduced the woman. "This is Dr. Ma from our hospital."
I quickly greeted her, "Aunt Ma."
"Am I that old?" the mare-like Aunt Ma said. "Don't call me aunt. My name is Ma Jingfen. I'm your sister's colleague. Call me Sister Jingfen from now on."
I quickly said, "Sister Jingfen."
The mare looked at me suspiciously and said, "Huo Yan, I've never heard of you having a brother before?" Before my sister could answer, she walked over to me, as if admiring a new piece of clothing, circled me, then pinched my arm and said, "Your brother is good, really good. He's very healthy." "
He loves sports and likes to play soccer," my sister said to me. "You go back to your room first. I'll talk to Sister Jingfen."
I quietly slipped out and peeked through the crack in the door to hear what they were saying. The mare said, "Is this young man really your brother?"
The older sister said, "Yes, he is."
The mare said, "Who are you trying to fool? Don't think I can't tell. Tell the truth, when did you hook up with a virgin?"
The older sister said, "Don't talk nonsense, he's still a student."
"You're so unfair, you ate a virgin chicken yourself and didn't even let your sister have a taste," the mare said. "His muscles are so strong, I get all horny just looking at him, I really want him to do it, let's 'gang' him up."
The older sister said, "I'm not like you, I can't resist men."
The mare said, "I like young and strong men, when they hold me, I feel like my bones are melting..." This mare is such a slut, I must fuck her cunt sometime.
The older sister said, "Alright, alright, can we change the subject?"
The two of them started talking about their hospital. Everyone says that men always talk about women behind their backs, but I didn't expect that women would talk about men behind their backs too. I wasn't interested in their hospital gossip, so I went back home.
Just before dinner, my sister finally saw off Ma Jingfen, the promiscuous woman. I said, "That Dr. Ma seems really promiscuous."
"Yeah, her nickname is 'Big Foreign Horse,' and she's supposedly slept with dozens of men," my sister said. "Do you like her?" I said, "Ever since I fucked you, sister, my penis is like it's had surgery. It won't get hard for any other woman but you. Don't worry, sister, with you here, I won't like any other woman."
"Your little mouth is like it's been coated with honey, it'll sweeten you up." My sister kissed my lips passionately, then took out my big penis and put it in her mouth. I became more and more excited, my blood rushed to my head, and I forgot my sister's warning that ejaculation was bad for her wound. I picked up my sister and threw her onto the bed, lifted her skirt, and thrust my penis into her vagina. My sister reacted immediately; the walls of her vagina began to grip my penis tightly, and the vaginal fluid inside was already muddy. I thrust rapidly, and my sister's moans echoed in the room again: "Oh...ah...I can't take it anymore..."
I was particularly excited today, and after my sister's orgasm, I thrust rapidly round after round. My sister had three orgasms before I ejaculated. My sister repeatedly reminded me not to ejaculate, but my penis still resolutely shot its semen into her vagina. My sister carefully licked the sticky fluid off my penis, complaining, "You're always so disobedient."
My sister was probably too tired, and after dinner, she lay down in my arms and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by my sister's crying. My sister's arms and legs clung to me tightly like an octopus, crying and muttering, "...Qiangqiang, don't leave your sister...Qiangqiang...Qiangqiang..."
My sister was having a nightmare. I shook my sister's body and said, "Sister, sister, what did you dream about?"
My sister woke up from my shaking, wiping away her tears, and said, "I dreamed that you left me."
I said, "I will never leave you, sister."
My sister said coquettishly, "Don't talk nonsense. Aren't you going to get married in the future?"
I said, "I won't get married. I'll spend my whole life with you, sister."
My sister said, "What if your brother-in-law takes me to the army?"
I said, "I won't let him take you away."
My sister didn't say anything, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.

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