Having sex with my pregnant junior sister (Traditional Chinese/Mars Bilingual Version)

This article was last edited by King Jack on 2009-11-06 at 00:37.
======Traditional Chinese Version=============
My wife went to America, and I'm all alone at home now; it doesn't feel like home anymore. Sometimes I wake up suddenly at night, reach for my pillow, and find no one beside me. This day, while scrolling through my phone, I accidentally found my junior colleague's number. Speaking of her, she's really had a tough time. After getting married, her husband was stationed in another city and rarely came home. She got pregnant not long after the wedding, but because they had sex after drinking, and she had taken medication for a cold before getting pregnant, she consulted doctors and my wife, and ultimately had an abortion. More than six months later, she's pregnant again, probably six or seven months along. It seems they haven't enjoyed much intimacy in the year or so they've been married. So I called, and sure enough, she was home.I told the driver to take me to my junior colleague's house. We passed a pharmacy, so I got out and bought two bottles of "Centrum" vitamins for her; she'd need them sooner or later anyway. In my haste, this was the only thing I could buy, otherwise, it would be difficult to find a gift. The car quickly arrived at my junior colleague's apartment complex. The complex was rather desolate, with only a few amenities, but there was a large supermarket not far away. Setting up such a large supermarket in a newly developed area took a lot of courage. I saw my junior colleague standing at the entrance of the complex, heavily pregnant. I got out of the car, sent the driver back to the company, and went with her to her home. She had bought a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment; it was very spacious. Her father had gone back home because he wasn't used to living there and had fallen ill a few days ago; her mother had also temporarily gone back to take care of him for a couple of days. Her younger brother sometimes came over, but since he lived in Qinghe, it was inconvenient for him. We chatted for a while, and suddenly we heard the prelude to the evening news, it was already seven o'clock. So I said, "Let's go, it's time to eat." My junior colleague said, "There's not much good food downstairs, only one hot pot restaurant is okay." I was shocked: "How dare you eat hot pot?" My junior colleague asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with hot pot?" I told her that pregnant women shouldn't eat hot pot, it might affect the fetus. I said, "Forget it, let's just buy some groceries and cook ourselves." My junior colleague said, "We don't have much groceries at home, where can we buy them so late? Besides, what time will it take to cook?" I confidently said, "I promise I'll make sure you're eating before 7:45." I went to the kitchen and only found two tomatoes and two potatoes. I said to my junior colleague, "You move around, boil some water, wash the tomatoes, chop them into small pieces, peel a scallion, and cook some rice. Wait for me." I asked for the bicycle keys, inquired about the bike, went downstairs, got on my bike, and headed straight to the supermarket. The supermarket was indeed quite large, with all sorts of things. It was close to closing time, so there were discounted items everywhere. I picked out a piece of braised beef, grabbed a bag of bean sprouts, a box of ginger, and some peanuts that looked good, so I took a bag of those too. There were only two Wuchang fish left, so I took one at a 30% discount, and also grabbed a bunch of wood ear fungus and a bunch of chrysanthemum greens. When I got back, my junior sister had already started cooking the rice and the water was boiling. I washed the peanuts and gently roasted them in a spatula, then prepared the Wuchang fish. By then, the rice was ready, so I steamed the fish and then washed the vegetables. The peanuts were almost cooked, so I added a little oil, tossed them a few times, and took them out of the pan. Then I stir-fried the tomatoes, added water, and poured it into a soup pot. By then, the rice was cooked, so I stir-fried the chrysanthemum greens in another pan. My junior colleague watched me busily preparing the food, occasionally lending a hand. Before long, a plate of fried peanuts, a plate of braised beef, a cold bean sprout salad, a stir-fried chrysanthemum greens, a tomato and wood ear mushroom soup, and a steamed Wuchang fish were on the table. I glanced at my watch; it was 7:45. My junior colleague said sincerely, "You're really something! I couldn't finish this in two hours." I said smugly, "Everything needs planning. With a plan, nothing is a problem. It's a bit rushed today, so just make do." Sitting down, my junior colleague suddenly asked, "Want some alcohol? What kind?" I said baijiu (Chinese liquor), and she brought out a bottle of Fenjiu and a bottle of dry red wine, along with two glasses. I was surprised: "You drink?" My junior colleague said, "Just a little, no problem." The Fenjiu was brought from home by her father; it was in a porcelain bottle and had been aged for over ten years, making it very refreshing. My junior sister praised each dish as she ate it, and the two of them finished every last bite. She probably ate more than I did, since I drank about seven ounces of liquor and a glass of dry red wine. She only had a little bit of red wine. After clearing the table, I washed the dishes and returned to the living room. She had already made tea. I sat on the sofa, feeling a little dizzy from the aftereffects of the liquor. She sat down, then stood up, rubbing her stomach, and said, "I ate too much. It's all your fault, making me eat so much. Come for a walk with me, okay?" I was also trying to sober up, so I went out with her. The streetlights in the neighborhood weren't on yet, but the moon was bright and full, probably around the fifteenth of the lunar month. We walked slowly, saying nothing. A young couple walked by; they must have been walking home. The wife was heavily pregnant, probably seven or eight months along, and she was clinging tightly to her husband's arm. I noticed my junior sister's gaze was fixed on them until they entered the building. A gust of wind blew by; the early winter air was already a bit chilly. My junior sister instinctively snuggled closer to me. I reached out and gently put my arm around her, then let go. She took my arm, and we walked slowly and silently. Back in the room, it was almost ten o'clock. I wanted to go home. My junior sister said, "There are no taxis now. A taxi will cost at least 40 yuan, and you'll have to walk to the Fourth Ring Road and wait ages to get one. Why don't you stay here tonight? I can ask you more questions." I thought about it and agreed. My junior sister found me a set of pajamas, saying they were her father's, and told me to take a shower. After showering, I smelled my underwear; it already smelled bad, so I put on the pajamas. When I returned to the living room, my junior sister had already made up the guest room for me to sleep in. I told her to go shower, and I sat on the sofa watching TV. A long time passed before my junior sister came out; it turned out she had also washed her hair. She said, "My hair won't dry for a while. If you're not sleepy, chat with me for a bit." I didn't have anything planned for tomorrow anyway, so I chatted with her. I sat on the sofa, and she sat in a chair. We chatted about this and that, but we didn't really have many things in common. Most of the conversations were about pregnancy and children. When I learned that she rarely took vitamins and folic acid, I became a little anxious: "How can you be so careless? I think you're worse than a country bumpkin." She wasn't angry; instead, she said sincerely, "Senior, you guys know so much, how come I know nothing? Like what to eat and what not to eat, nobody tells me anything. After I got pregnant, we ate hot pot so many times! We went whenever we were too lazy to cook, and now I regret it so much! Senior, I want to ask you, is there any way to get rid of these stretch marks? They're so ugly." I said, "As long as you keep applying vitamin E ointment to improve skin elasticity, you can alleviate the symptoms." She said, "Can I still recover now?" As she spoke, she stood up and lifted her pajamas. I saw that her belly was very large, and her skin had been stretched to the point of tearing, with wide and deep stretch marks.Because her pajama pants couldn't cover her belly, they slipped down to her lower abdomen, probably just above her pubic hair, and her belly button was already protruding. I said to her, "First, junior sister, you're stretched like this, it's probably going to be tough. It'll be fine after a year or so after giving birth; second, your belly button is protruding, so it's probably a boy; third...?" My junior sister asked anxiously, "Tell me! Tell me! What is it?" I gritted my teeth and said, "Third, it's getting cold now, you should protect your belly and not let the baby feel the cold outside, wear maternity underwear." "I've never heard of maternity underwear before." I told her that maternity underwear has a long crotch that can be pulled up to protect the abdomen. She immediately said, "Really? You must come with me to buy some tomorrow." She asked again, "Do you also have maternity bras?" I said, "Of course, but if your old ones still work, you don't necessarily have to buy more. They're very expensive, over two hundred yuan." My junior sister is very meticulous, she definitely wouldn't buy a bra that costs over two hundred yuan. She said, "Then see if mine is okay," and lifted her pajamas all the way up. The moment I saw them, my lower body felt like it was on fire, and I instantly became erect. Because my junior's bra was too small, it could only barely accommodate half of her breasts, and due to the earlier movement, her left nipple was already showing. I hadn't seen a woman's body in a long time, so this was a natural physiological reaction. I had my hands behind my head, leaning against the sofa, and since I wasn't wearing underwear, my erection was very obvious. I immediately changed position, leaning forward. As soon as I lifted her clothes, she felt the cool air, so she immediately knew and quickly put her pajamas down. She must have seen my erection too, because people are very sensitive to moving objects. We were silent for about a minute. To break the awkward silence, I took the initiative to speak: "I won't say whether we should buy them or not. Your sister-in-law often did the same thing back then, so we gritted our teeth and spent over five hundred to buy two, but now they're completely useless, and we can't even give them away. Besides,..." I hesitated again. My junior sister had calmed down and said, "Senior brother, we're discussing scientific issues here. Please don't hold back any advice you have." Encouraged by her, I felt much more relaxed and told her frankly, "Actually, the bra isn't the most important issue. You have another big problem: your nipples are severely inverted. If you don't address it, it will be a major problem for your baby when breastfeeding, and it might even bleed." She said, "I've read about it in books. Sometimes I've tried pulling on them and wiping them with a towel, but it hurts so much." I said, "If you're afraid of the pain now, what if your baby sucks and the nipples break open, and just as they scab over, you still have to breastfeed? They'll break open again, and you can't stop, so it won't heal properly, and it might even cause mastitis. Then both you and your baby will suffer. It's better to endure the pain now than later." She said, "I'll definitely persevere. Thank you for your advice." After a pause, she asked again, "Isn't there a good way that isn't too painful but can still be fixed?" I smiled mysteriously and didn't answer. My junior colleague got impatient, sat down next to me, and shook my arm: "Tell me, tell me! It's so boring, you always hold back." I said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that you won't need it, and there are side effects." She said, "Whether I need it or not, just consider it an opportunity to learn something, okay?" I said, "It's simple, just practice the baby's breastfeeding action beforehand." My junior colleague was a bit slow-witted and didn't react immediately: "What? How do I practice?" I said, "It means letting someone suckle your milk every day. Over time, it'll be more effective than a towel, and it'll also draw out the nipple, keeping the milk ducts clear. Besides, it's comfortable to suckle." My junior colleague understood; only her husband could suckle, not even her mother. She asked again, "What about the side effects?" I was at my wit's end, and replied, "What side effects could there be? Problems will arise as the baby suckles." Seeing my mischievous smile, my junior colleague finally understood what the problem was and didn't ask any more questions. After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "So, when you and your sister-in-law had problems, no one said you couldn't do 'that' during pregnancy. We've never done it since you got pregnant." I smiled and said, "That's human instinct, let nature take its course. You have to suckle every day, but you can't have sex every day, right?" My junior sister said, "You two didn't have any problems, and you can still do 'that' during pregnancy?" I saw that my junior sister's face was flushed, and I guessed that she was already feeling the stirrings of desire. It must have been really tough for her not to have sex for more than half a year. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: why don't I try to have sex with her? Thinking of this, I relaxed and resumed my supine position, saying, "Actually, I think the happiest time for a couple is during the months of pregnancy, especially after five or six months. You see, the honeymoon is wonderful, but in the early stages, you can't let go; after a while, you're afraid of getting pregnant, so you're always awkward; and there's at least one week a month when you can't have sex because of your period; only during these months, you're not afraid of getting pregnant, and you don't have your period, so every week is the same." "Besides, my libido is good after I got pregnant, and I have a lot of secretions, so penetration is very smooth, and it's very easy to reach orgasm. Junior sister, can you feel it?" My junior sister was getting restless on the sofa, and her voice was trembling a little: "But isn't my belly pressing down on it?" I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't be so old-fashioned. Humans can be face to face, so they're not animals; but you can't lose your animal instincts. You can come from behind, you can lick with your mouth, you can touch with your hands. Actually, coming from behind is very comfortable. Don't you want to try? Your sister-in-law and I have almost never stopped, except for the day before she went for her checkup. The day before she was hospitalized, we went once late and once early. We've been coming from behind for several months in a row, and now every time I ejaculate from behind last. She says that way it goes in deeper, and when she ejaculates, it's especially powerful." At this point, my junior sister was completely limp on top of me, her face almost pressed against my bulging bulge. I helped her up, put my left arm around her neck, kissed her lips, and reached under her nightgown with my right hand to gently unhook her bra. Under my passionate kisses, she was too weak to think. I gently breathed into her ear and said, "Junior sister, let me suck you, okay?" It was the word "junior sister" that reminded her. She pushed me away and said, "I can't betray my sister-in-law." I pulled her close again and said, "We haven't had sex for months. It would be nice to satisfy each other. Besides, I like you, little junior sister." This was pure nonsense, but it worked. She threw herself into my arms: "I've always liked you, but I never had the chance. I've always wanted to find someone like you, but I can never find one. I'm really jealous of my sister-in-law. I like you, so I always deliberately avoid you, do you know that?" I kissed away her tears, comforting her and helping her to the bedroom. I helped her sit down on the edge of the bed, supporting her neck with my right hand and gently laying her down. My left hand took the opportunity to touch her crotch. Her pajama bottoms were already wet with a patch the size of my palm, and I could feel the heat even through the two layers of fabric. I gently moved her to her right side to make her more comfortable. You see, lying on your back with 30-40 pounds of weight on your stomach is incredibly uncomfortable. As I kissed her, I slowly unbuttoned her pajamas, one button at a time. Once unbuttoned, I pulled the corner of the blanket over her stomach to keep her warm, then pulled down her bra and began kissing her breasts and nipples. My junior's breasts weren't very large before, but they were quite full after pregnancy. Her nipples were still small, rosy and tender, like a little girl's. Some of her nipples were inverted, and I swirled my tongue around them, occasionally sucking on them. Soon, my junior let out a moan.My left hand slipped inside her panties, gently tugging at her pubic hair, then slowly moved down, pausing briefly at her mons pubis before turning and reaching behind her. I ran my hand slowly along her buttocks, gently pressing down to encourage her to lift her buttocks, easily pulling her pajama bottoms and underwear down to her thighs. I didn't rush to her genitals, but instead slowly and repeatedly caressed her tailbone, groin, anus, and perineum, while my right hand gently rubbed her right nipple, and my lips kissed her ears and neck. Occasionally, I would dab a little of her sticky fluid from her vulva and apply it to her perineum and anus. My junior sister, probably never having experienced such foreplay before, kept moaning. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and said shyly, "Come in." I pretended to be ignorant and asked, "Where?" My junior sister covered her face with her hands and said softly, "Over there." I pressed her again, "Where?" My junior sister had no choice but to say, "It's your vagina." It felt a little strange coming from my junior sister's mouth with such a crude word, but it was understandable. She was such an innocent person; she probably only knew the words "vagina" and "cunt." Saying "vagina" at this moment would be even more ridiculous. It was really hard on my junior sister. I immediately inserted my ring finger into my junior sister's hot and slippery cave, my middle finger constantly stroking between her clitoris and labia minora, and my thumb resting on her anus and perineum. My junior sister's vaginal walls were relatively tender and smooth, unlike some people's bumpy ones. Because she was lying on her back, my fingers could only stroke the back wall of her vagina and could not reach her clitoris. My junior sister kept squirming, crying out, "No, no, it's not a hand." I deliberately asked, "Then what is it?" She turned around and lightly slapped my crotch with her hand. "You bad boy! It's your...penis." She blushed again after saying that. I helped her sit up, took off her pajamas and bra, laid her down, pulled the blanket over her upper body, got out of bed, and took off her pajama bottoms and underwear. I spread her thighs apart: her pubic hair was very sparse and pale, slightly yellowish, somewhat like her hair. Her armpit hair was also very sparse and light. Some people have little armpit hair but thick pubic hair, while others have thick armpit hair and even thicker pubic hair. I had never seen anyone with such sparse pubic hair as my junior sister. Even more peculiar was her vulva: her labia majora were not thick, just two narrow bulges, slightly open at the moment; her labia minora were very small, which I had already felt when I touched them earlier, and I was still quite surprised. Although her labia minora were very swollen, they still couldn't extend beyond her labia majora, unlike most people whose labia minora always show a little bit. I reached out and parted them; her labia minora were extremely tender, pink on the surface, with the tips and outer edges also flesh-colored and reddish, unlike the brown or even black labia minora commonly seen in adults. (As an aside, the color of the labia minora has absolutely nothing to do with the number of times you've had sex, only with development. My first girlfriend's labia minora were brown, and she was only nineteen that year—) Her labia minora had very few folds, making her look like a young girl. Her clitoris was also very small, just a small, bean-sized bump at the top of her vulva. I pushed the surrounding skin up, revealing the clitoral glans, which was almost bright red. I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and gently licking it. My junior sister trembled all over, clearly indicating that she rarely experienced stimulation. I went to the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, dimmed it to its lowest setting, then turned off the ceiling light. I got into bed, helped my junior sister sit up, and positioned her feet towards the headboard and head towards the footboard, so that her genitals could be illuminated without being glaring. She was still lying on her side. I had her straighten one leg and bend the other, then knelt between her legs to savor her rare, tender opening. It wasn't that I didn't want to penetrate her, but because I hadn't had sex for days, once I entered her vagina, the heat and the wetness would surely prevent me from lasting more than three minutes. My junior sister was currently in the throes of passion; if she didn't reach orgasm, it would be like throwing her into a living hell. While that was understandable in theory, it was physically very uncomfortable. Better to bury a monk alive than offer him food. My junior sister's physical condition didn't allow for two consecutive times, and besides, the interval between my erections was now at least two or three hours, so this time I had to succeed in one go. Although my junior sister insisted I enter, I knew she was far from reaching her climax; she was definitely someone who came very slowly. Therefore, I could only satisfy my own desires by providing ample foreplay, including oral and manual stimulation, to bring her to orgasm. While I don't enjoy sucking on the genitals of women other than my first love and wife, I felt no disgust towards such a alluring vulva. I couldn't help but suck on her thin labia, occasionally flicking my tongue across her clitoris. I inserted my left middle finger into her vagina, slowly searching for her clitoris. Finally, I found it; it was quite close, just within reach of my fingertip. Using both my hands and mouth, my junior sister writhed and gasped for breath, her chest emitting low growls like a wild animal. Suddenly, she straightened her legs, tightly gripping my hand, her body convulsing back and forth. I knew she was close, so I intensified my movements. Actually, I could only move my fingers; my hand was tightly clamped and I couldn't move it. My fingers slid back and forth in her vagina, occasionally touching her clitoris. She had completely collapsed, pulling the blanket over her head and gasping for breath. After a long while, she finally lifted the blanket, drenched in sweat. I leaned over and kissed her lips with mine, my lips wet with her juices, and nuzzled her neck with my chin soaked in her fluids. I whispered, "Was it good?" She said shyly, "Yes! But...it was too scary, too intense, it felt a little...empty." I took off my pajama bottoms and pajamas, and pulled her hand to touch my penis. She immediately pulled her hand away as soon as she touched it. I grabbed her hand again: "What are you afraid of? It's not like we've never met before." She remained silent, acknowledging that she had spied on me last time. I asked again, "What did you think of the last time you saw it? Have you seen anyone else before?" She said shyly, "I've never seen one before, except for my younger brother when he was little. You're the first. I thought it was so scary, it was so thick, I was afraid it wouldn't go in." I said, "Can you put it in today?" She nodded. I held my penis in my hand and probed through her buttocks from behind. It was a complete swamp, slippery everywhere. I carefully held the hot, fleshy rod and rubbed it along her vulva, from the vaginal opening to the clitoris. If I wasn't careful, the head of my penis would desperately try to penetrate. I did this to whet her appetite and also to numb the head of my penis to prevent premature ejaculation. Her vagina desperately gripped my penis. Seeing that the time was right, I thrust hard, and it was already inside her. We both let out a satisfied cry at the same time, after all, we hadn't tasted flesh for months. My glans tingled, and I almost ejaculated. I gritted my teeth and focused on one question, and finally got through the dangerous situation.My junior sister suddenly asked, "Really, it won't affect the fetus?" I said, "Don't worry, the uterus is still far away. The uterine contractions during orgasm will help the fetus grow and adapt to the external environment as soon as possible. I'll be careful." Having heard that sex was beneficial and harmless, she obediently cooperated with me. Although she had never tried this position before, her instincts made her cooperate perfectly. I knew where her clitoris was, so two out of three thrusts were aimed at it, making my junior sister moan softly. I didn't say anything, slowly thrusting in and out. The stimulation of her vagina was too intense; after a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust a dozen times, and my junior sister cooperated tightly. I suddenly pressed against her buttocks, grabbed one breast with my right hand, and pressed down on her thigh with my left. My pent-up semen gushed out in spurts. At this moment, my junior sister cried out again. I felt her vagina gripping my penis tightly with each thrust; the feeling was incredibly pleasurable. After ejaculating, I fell asleep immediately, only for a few minutes, my penis still inside her. The moment it went soft and slipped out, I believe many people know that's the most painful instant, and I woke up abruptly. She said, "Oh no, get some tissues!" Since we were sleeping facing opposite directions, I quickly got up to get tissues from the bedside table, but it was too late; the sheets were soaked. I used tissues to stop the flow first, then quickly wiped the sheets. After wiping the sheets, I wiped her body; it was all over her thighs. After using countless tissues, I finally finished wiping, and she said, "There's still some on my calves." I felt strange, touched them, and sure enough, it was. I then realized that when I got up to get tissues, residual semen had dripped onto her legs. We were both sleepy, kissed each other, and drifted off to sleep. The next day, I was busy again: changing clothes, changing sheets, cleaning up the toilet paper scattered on the floor, taking a shower. While showering, I inevitably made advances again before accompanying her to Dongdan to buy clothes. I bought her two bras, three pairs of underwear, and some other necessities; she insisted on paying for everything herself. From then on, I would go to her house every Tuesday or Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. Sometimes I would go home on weekend mornings to check in and appease my wife, because I didn't want to be intimate with her at her house. Sometimes when her brother came, I would have to avoid him for a couple of days, making up for it later. This didn't last long. After more than a month, a little over a week before Christmas, I suddenly received a text message from her: "My mom is here." I never went to her house again after that. A few days before the Spring Festival, I was on a business trip when one morning, as soon as I turned on my phone, I received a text message: "0:53, male, 3600 grams, normal delivery, mother and child safe." It was sent around 5 a.m. Good heavens! She weighed 7.2 pounds and had a natural birth. I don't know how my little sister's tiny vagina could accommodate such a large baby. During the Lunar New Year, I couldn't visit her because I was still in my postpartum period. After returning to work, I had a lot of work, so I didn't visit her until her baby was almost two months old. I brought some clothes my own child had worn and some baby books. Used clothes are best for babies, and I figured not many people would give books as gifts, so I could choose carefully. Unlike some families who receive a huge pile of clothes from relatives and friends after a baby is born, but only a few pieces are actually wearable. My gifts are guaranteed to be appreciated and won't be thrown away for a year or two. When I arrived at her house, her mother opened the door. I introduced myself as her classmate. Her mother told me that her husband had left, but was currently being transferred back. She and her daughter were probably sleeping. I chatted casually with her aunt in the living room for a few minutes. Then, my little sister, still sleepy-eyed, came out. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. She asked me to sit down and went to the bathroom. She struggled in the bathroom for a long time before finally emerging. She said to her mother, "Mom, I haven't seen my senior brother in ages. Please buy him some nice things to treat him properly." Her mother immediately went out to buy groceries. We went to the bedroom; the child was sleeping on the big bed, not in a crib. I genuinely came today to see them, mother and daughter, without any other requests. But she suddenly hugged my waist, saying, "I missed you so much! I missed you so much! Why did it take you so long?" We kissed, and she unbuckled my belt and took off my pants. I took off my sweater, undershirt, and underwear. She was already naked when she slipped into bed, wearing only a bra. I reached down and touched her thighs; they were soaked with sweat. I parted her legs, carefully examining the episiotomy wound, and couldn't help but kiss it again. This time, without her pregnant belly, it was much easier. I used one hand to explore her lower body, and the other to gently caress her breasts and nipples through her bra. I knew she didn't take off her bra mainly because she was afraid of bacteria on her nipples affecting breastfeeding, so it was just a superficial approach, but it was quite effective. Soon, she started moaning softly. I got up, leaned over her, kissing her mouth and breasts while pointing my already throbbing, burning erection towards her vulva. I wanted to play with her a bit more, randomly jabbing my penis, sometimes at her clitoris, sometimes at her labia. The slippery vaginal fluid and the labial groove naturally guided my glans towards her vulva. I would sometimes pull upwards, sometimes dodge to the side, and my junior sister would involuntarily thrust upwards, chasing after that hot, hard erection. Several times, my glans was already nestled between her two small labia, but I forcefully pulled it out. My junior sister couldn't take it anymore; she grabbed my buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting her hips forward, finally pressing my thick penis into her vagina. My junior colleague asked softly, "Is it looser after having a baby?" Indeed, because her pelvis had widened, it was noticeably looser than a few months ago. I reassured her, "No, it's still as tight as before. It feels so good." My junior colleague was relieved. We continued kissing while thrusting forcefully. However, I had to be careful not to press on her breasts. This position was quite tiring, and her pubic hair had just grown short stubble, which pricked me a little. But it was precisely because of the slight pain that I didn't become overly excited and ejaculate prematurely. I knelt up, held her legs, and thrust in and out rhythmically. My junior colleague hadn't exercised for almost a year, so her waist quickly became weak. I lowered her legs, supported my upper body with my hands, and straddled her legs, making her close her legs and tightly clamp my penis. This position gave me a lot of freedom. I could not only move up and down along her vagina, but also make circular movements with my waist, and move my penis back and forth, stimulating her vaginal walls and clitoris. Because of the close contact between our organs, the stimulation was intense. Coupled with my junior sister's long-awaited climax, she quickly reached her limit. She gripped the blanket tightly, held onto my thighs, and vigorously cooperated with me. Suddenly, I felt her vagina contract violently, very strongly, as if someone were forcefully grabbing my penis. I felt some pain, my mind cleared considerably, and the urge to ejaculate subsided instantly. I simply remained motionless, experiencing the contractions of my vagina. This orgasm of hers was intense and prolonged. She didn't speak for a long time, quietly savoring the afterglow. After a long while, she remembered me: "Why didn't you ejaculate?" I said, "Your pubic hair prickled me a little, and besides, you were gripping me so tightly, I couldn't ejaculate." My junior sister closed her eyes in shame, then suddenly opened them and said, "How about we do it from behind?" Of course, I was willing. I gestured for her to spread her legs, then knelt between them, lifted her legs, brought them together, and then lowered them. I then smoothly changed to a side-lying position, thus completing the change of position without withdrawing. Without the pressure, I could now thrust freely, using a five-shallow-one-deep technique, varying the frequency, or changing the direction, making my junior sister moan repeatedly. Her cries were too loud, and since she was close to the baby, the child suddenly woke up and started crying loudly. My junior sister quickly patted the baby, saying, "Oh, little baby, don't cry, don't fuss, Mommy and Uncle are doing good deeds, don't cry, don't fuss, go to sleep." The baby wouldn't listen and continued crying. I instructed her to breastfeed; she unhooked her bra, exposed her nipple, and put it in the baby's mouth. The baby stopped crying and began to nurse. I didn't relax at all, thrusting harder, almost reaching the deepest point each time. My junior sister moaned passionately again. I felt a tingling sensation on my glans, so I thrust a few more times. My junior sister patted the baby with one hand, breastfeeding while also swaying her hips in rhythm. My penis suddenly swelled, and a gush of heat spurted out. At that moment, I heard my junior sister's rapid breathing again, and felt my penis being tightly gripped. I violently sprayed my nectar deep into her peach blossom cave again and again...

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