The two women I slept with

I had been sent to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution, and later transferred back to the county town. That year I was twenty-nine, and I had a girlfriend. We didn't have a house, and not having a house to get married didn't mean we wouldn't have sex. Unfortunately, after two or three secret encounters, my fiancée got pregnant. In those days, to have an abortion at the hospital, you needed not only a marriage certificate but also proof from your work unit. Otherwise, no matter how much you begged, the doctor wouldn't agree to terminate the life growing inside you. Back then, being pregnant before marriage (at that time, having a marriage certificate wasn't considered marriage; you had to hold a ceremony to be officially married) was a serious offense, potentially leading to dismissal from your job.
My fiancée was terrified, tightly wrapping her belly with cloth strips, living in constant anxiety, and pressuring me to marry her immediately. Reluctantly, I borrowed a room, and while working part-time and studying, I hastily got married. After my wife went into labor, I was too busy to take care of her, so she had to take a six-month leave from her workplace and move to the countryside with our child. This left me a single man with a wife. The housing unit my workplace assigned me was called a "united household," with three families sharing one unit. Apparently, this unit was originally allocated to work teams during the Cultural Revolution. It consisted of three rooms: two rooms were 18 square meters each, one was 14 square meters, and the kitchen was about 10 square meters.
Such housing was considered luxurious for a family at the time; ordinary people couldn't afford it. After the work teams left, the three families shared a room and the kitchen. All three families were newly married young people. I moved in last; the other two families had children over a year old. My next-door neighbors were a young couple; the woman was petite, and the man was quite handsome. Both worked, leaving early and returning late. During the day, the child stayed with his mother-in-law, and they would pick him up in the evening. The man didn't like studying, loved playing cards, but was exceptionally diligent with housework—washing clothes, cooking, and cleaning dishes. After finishing, he would either go to sleep or go out until midnight.
The family next door, the man was a college graduate from the countryside (back then, not long after the Cultural Revolution, college graduates were considered the cream of the crop; he had just been assigned to work in the county government and was busy all day). His wife was from the countryside, unemployed, a full-time housewife. I'm easygoing and don't argue, so I got along well with both neighbors. Their two families, however, often quarreled over trivial matters like cooking and drying clothes.
Because I worked part-time and studied part-time, I spent more time at home during the day. The woman from the countryside was a full-time housewife with a child, so I saw her more often. I had been sent to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution and was familiar with rural life, so I got along well with her. In my spare time, we would often chat about random things. For example, she… She talked to me about her family situation and the process of getting married. She was very willing to talk to me (perhaps because she was lonely at home alone most of the time), especially pouring out her troubles. She often talked about how she withstood pressure from her parents and relatives to date her husband, supported his studies, and how he got bored with her after he started working and wanted to leave her.
She was beautiful, had a good figure, and a straightforward personality, but still had a bit of a rustic air about her. She often told me that in the countryside, she was considered one of the prettiest girls in the surrounding villages. Her family was well-off; her father and brothers all worked locally. She had high standards, and many young men had come to her house to propose marriage, but she had refused them all.
Her husband was short and not particularly handsome. His family was also poor. The reason she chose him despite her family's opposition was because he... He served in the army and later became a battalion commander. He was well-educated, studious, and often practiced drawing and painting. Their relationship was essentially a free-love affair; in the beginning, he was very devoted to her.
Later, when he went to university, she supported him by saving every penny. Unexpectedly, before he even graduated, he became cold and distant towards her. After starting work, he even flirted with an older woman at his workplace. If she hadn't confronted him at work, he would have definitely dumped her. Whenever she talked about this, she was indignant and couldn't stop. She also often mentioned how the neighbor next door bullied her because she came from the countryside. The neighbor's brother-in-law was her husband's superior, and her husband always advised her to stay away from them, which she often endured with resentment. I often tried to comfort her. Therefore, she had a good impression of me, and we were practically inseparable.
Logically, neighbors should get along normally. Even the most promiscuous person shouldn't stray from their own neighborhood. Unexpectedly, I ended up having an affair with her by chance. Neither she nor I intended it, but it happened anyway. That day was a day off, and it was broad daylight; only she and I were in the building. Her husband was away on a business trip, and the neighbor had gone back to her parents' home. She was washing clothes in front of her house. I was tired from studying, so I went over to chat with her. Somehow, the conversation drifted to her breasts, and we ended up telling a scandalous story. It went like this: her breasts were incredibly large, and despite having a child, she wasn't wearing a bra. She was sitting on a low stool washing clothes, her breasts hanging down... Her two large, white breasts swayed with her body, making my heart flutter.
I laughed and said, "Your breasts are so big! They're hanging down in front of you, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
She replied, "Yes, my neighbor, Xiao Chen, always laughs at me, saying my breasts are practically up to my belly button." She laughed too.
I said, "Were they this big before you got married?" She laughed and said, "If they were this big, it would be terrible! Hanging like that would be so ugly!" I said, "If I wasn't breastfeeding, they definitely wouldn't be hanging like that." She laughed
and said, "That's true. I'm just naturally beautiful. When I was a girl, my breasts were always full, and I couldn't hide them. People were always staring, it was so embarrassing."
I joked, "When I was in the countryside, there was a bachelor in the village who always went to the areas with lots of girls when watching movies (movies in the countryside were shown outdoors back then), and whenever he had a chance..." He groped them, deliberately rubbing against their chests, and even pinching them unexpectedly. Have you ever encountered something like that?
She said: It's the same everywhere. Some creepy men always come up to me, bumping and rubbing against me with their elbows.
I said: What did you do when you encountered that?
She said: What could I do? I just kept quiet and tried to avoid them when there was space. If there were too many people, there was nothing I could do.
I laughed and said: That's just letting them take advantage of you.
She said: Some only rub against me, but the bolder ones will even grab me with their hands. You can't avoid them even if you want to.
I said: Doesn't your husband get angry when he's around?
She said: Of course, it's less likely to happen when there are other men around. But I'm not always with him. When I go to the movies, I usually go with girls from the village, and this kind of thing happens often.
I laughed . She said, "You can't blame anyone else. Your breasts are just too conspicuous. Other girls might not have as many as you in this situation."
She laughed and said, "When I was watching a movie with Xiao Wang (her husband's surname is Wang), he always liked to elbow me here."
I laughed too. The conversation was going well, but somehow, as soon as she mentioned her husband, she became indignant again.
She said, "
That time, after I made a scene at his workplace, he got scared and came back to say nice things to me. I even said, 'That old maid at your workplace, besides being a city girl, what does she have that compares to me? She's skinny and older.' At that time, I was angry for a long time. Before I married him, I was so resentful that I wanted to cheat on him and not give him my virginity."
Hearing her say this, I was amused and deliberately teased her, saying, "Did you cheat on him?" She said no, but in her heart... She always thinks like that. I laughed and said that although it's said that it's easy for a woman to find a man, it's not so easy to break through that veil. She said, what's so difficult about it? If I weren't so upright, I would have been taken by another man when I was seventeen or eighteen.
I laughed and said, "You women are all like this, only allowing yourselves to start fires, but not allowing men to light lamps. You were dating someone when you were seventeen or eighteen, and you get jealous when your Xiao Wang talks to someone or makes a wink."
She said, "What are you talking about? Xiao Wang and I have never dated anyone before. We live in the next bay. If I had dated someone else, wouldn't he know?" I deliberately asked, "
Then what happened when you said your feelings were almost taken by someone else?"
This woman, she's so vain. Seeing that I didn't seem to believe her, she told me something she probably had never told anyone else before.
She said, "No, it was an uncle from my village. He's incredibly wicked. One day, he came to my house, and when no one was home, he forced me onto the headboard, took off all my clothes, and started groping and squeezing my breasts, even sucking on them. It made me really nervous..." I asked, "
So, how come he didn't notice your intentions?"
She laughed, "In my daze, he took off my pants, and then he took out his thing and insisted I touch it. It was huge! It startled me. Wouldn't something that big tear my lower body apart?"
I firmly refused, but he wouldn't let go. I said, "If you don't let go, I'll call for help!" That's how I escaped that ordeal.
I said, "So, he just left it at that?"
She laughed and said, "My uncle is really wicked. He touched my breasts several times before. One day, he saw that I was the only one in the house, and he was so wicked that he forced me onto the bed and rubbed me for an hour or so. I almost couldn't take it anymore. If his thing hadn't been so big, he would have taken advantage of me. After I realized that he not only wanted to touch my breasts but also wanted to take my body, I always avoided him."
I laughed and said, "That proves that you were already wicked because of his touching your breasts." Then I added, "You too, it's not good that something is big, but you can't even think about what's big."
She laughed and said, "Back then, I was still a girl, and I was young, so I was scared."
I said, "If it were now, you definitely wouldn't be scared." She just laughed and didn't say anything.
She was washing clothes while talking to me. From her open collar, her neck was white, and you could see half of her two round breasts. Apart from the rustic air of a countrywoman, she was indeed a beautiful woman.
At this point, my wife and I had been separated for over two months, and I was already feeling sexually frustrated. With things having come to this point, my thoughts naturally wandered, and I felt a surge of desire, wanting to kiss and touch her to quench my thirst, but I didn't dare to act rashly. I surmised that her resentment towards her husband stemmed not only from her current status as a rural woman and his changed position, which might have led him to consider abandoning her, but perhaps from other reasons as well. So, I decided to tease her further, creating an opportunity to make my move.
I continued, "Luckily you didn't do anything foolish. If you had done it in anger, you might have regretted it afterward."
She said, "I'm always decisive in my actions; once I've done what I want to do, I definitely won't regret it."
I said, "That's not necessarily true. What you said about Xiao Wang is just your speculation; it might not be factual. He still married you in the end, didn't he? Besides, your Xiao Wang works in the county government; he started as a section chief, and who knows, he might get promoted later. Why worry so much about that?" She said angrily, "
Just thinking about it makes me angry. I was the one who insisted on being with him; I could have found a better family anywhere.
Now it's so frustrating. What's so good about being with him? I'm a slave at home all day. He's short, and not a good person; even if he's a high-ranking official, it's useless."
I said, "He may be short, but saying he's not a good person is a bit much, isn't it? He's good at writing and painting, a university graduate, has a good job, and a bright future." Perhaps she was too angry, because she blurted out that I wasn't referring to his shortcomings. I still didn't quite understand her meaning, so I asked, "Then what else is he not good at?" She said, "
What's he not good at? He's not good at anything."
Now I think I understand. She probably meant he's not good in bed. I thought to myself, if he really is not good in bed, then their young marriage must be really unbearable. No wonder she's so resentful of him.
To get to the bottom of things, I deliberately stirred things up again, saying to her with a regretful tone, "
I understand what you mean. I don't know how to respond directly, but you mean that while others want to pick a beautiful flower but can't, he just admires it from the branch, right?" I felt that the meaning was already quite explicit. She might have stopped there, but unexpectedly, she continued, "
Before I came to the countryside, I knew how many people were after me. But in this godforsaken place, everyone's locked up."
Hearing this, it seemed like she was trying to steal someone but couldn't, so I thought I had a good chance and continued, "
I believe that. There are many acquaintances in the countryside, making it easy to get to know people. Besides, you're beautiful and have big breasts; any man would be tempted. If I were that uncle from your village, I would never let a cooked duck fly away." She laughed, "
He's afraid I'll lose face if I really scream."
I deliberately asked, "If he really did it, would you scream?" She said, "
Who would dare scream about something like that? It would only make me lose face." At that moment, he was touching and pinching me all over, and I was panicking; my body went limp. I laughed and said, "
Your uncle is all lust and
no guts. If you had persisted a little longer and used force, this craving would have been over. Once it started, it might have continued." She laughed and said, "You men are all the same, never satisfied." As the saying goes, listen to the words, listen to the meaning.
Hearing her words, my heart was truly itching to act, but at that moment, her clothes were already washed and were about to hang them out to dry. The building entrance was open, not a good time to make a move. Experience told me that opportunity knocks but once; this couldn't be left unsaid, I had to strike while the iron was hot. So, I helped her hang the clothes, wishing she would hang them out immediately. While helping her hang the clothes, I even pretended to accidentally bump into her breast.
After hanging up the clothes, I went back to my room and waited for the best opportunity to approach her. I planned to close the building entrance door as soon as she entered her room, just in case. If I succeeded, I could easily make my way in. Even if I didn't succeed, I could still move in and out freely. She went into her room but didn't come out or close the door. I wanted to strike while the iron was hot, so I went into her room. Waiting for her to come out would mean missing my chance. I quietly walked to her door with a glass of water in my hand and saw her sitting on the bed in the inner room, fixing her hair. I went to her inner room and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the bedside table. I spoke to her.
I said, "You're really pretty. Your boyfriend should be careful not to cheat on you." She said, "
He's heartless. He doesn't care about me at all." I said, "
He should regret not caring about you." She said, "
He shouldn't regret it." I said, "
He can let go of your heart. If he couldn't, he'd be keeping a close eye on you." She said,
"He's got the ability to protect things, he can protect any living person with legs." I said, "You're making it sound too far-fetched. If someone really wanted to sleep with you, would you agree?" She said, "That's hard to say. He's useless anyway." I got annoyed. "Who cares about his brother-in-law? Women always need men to sleep with them."
Her words were truly sinister. My lust grew stronger and stronger. I no longer wanted to hide my true feelings. Success or failure depended on a single thought. To be on the safe side, I thought, "Let's try it by word first. If that doesn't work, we'll think of something else." I continued with my final probing, saying, "Now that you mention it, my heart is almost turning evil. I really want to squeeze your big breasts." She said, "
What's so great about squeezing a breast?"
Since things had come to this point, I decided to try. So, I walked up to her and actually touched her breast.
She immediately pushed my hand away. I said, "See? If someone really wanted to sleep with you, you wouldn't agree?"
She didn't move, remaining silent. I sat down next to her and whispered, "Just for a little while, okay?" She stared at me and said, "What's so fun about country folk?" I said I'd never had that concept of country folk or city folk; I only distinguished between pretty and not-so-pretty people. She asked, "What's pretty about me?" I said, "I think your eyes, eyebrows, and nose are all pretty, except your breasts are a little too big." She laughed.
By then, I had already slipped my hand inside her blouse. She grabbed my hand, preventing me from going any further, and whispered, "No, I mean it, but why are you actually doing this?"
I said, "I'll just pinch your breast once, is that too much to ask?" She said, "What's there to be reluctant about pinching my breast? It's just that someone might see."
I said, "I've closed the building entrance, who could see?" She laughed and said, "You men are all devils." I said, "
I wouldn't be a man if I didn't become a devil." She pinched my arm hard and said, "I'll let you off easy, just once." I said, "One time is too little, how about two?"
After saying that, I quickly moved my hand to her chest. Her breasts were really big. The breasts of a woman who had breastfed were completely different from those of a girl. They were soft and lacked elasticity when held in the hand, but they could be squeezed and kneaded into various shapes.
I gently pulled her into my arms, and my hand moved from under her clothes to her chest, sliding over her breasts, kneading them wantonly... She closed her eyes slightly, her body soft and weak against my chest. By this time, my penis was already hard and erect. Pretending to want to see her breasts, I pushed her down onto the bed, pounced on her, and pinned her body beneath me. She was panting heavily, constantly writhing, and said in a trembling voice, "You can only touch my breasts, can't I just hold you and touch them? I can hardly breathe from your pressure." She struggled as she spoke.
I said, "I'll just press you down for a moment, and kiss you once." After saying that, I covered her mouth with mine. She kept turning her face away, trying to avoid my mouth. At this moment, my desire was raging, so I just held her hands down, used my mouth to unbutton her clothes, and kept kissing her half-exposed breasts, gently biting and sucking on her erect nipples...
After a while, her body stopped writhing so much, letting me kiss her mouth to mouth, our tongues intertwining. Her body was truly voluptuous. I braced myself on the bed with one hand, kissing her passionately while my other hand began to caress her rounded arm, moving down her chest, then her back, and slipping inside her pants to touch her plump buttocks… I had been celibate for a long time, and I felt her skin was incredibly soft and smooth. I withdrew my hand and squeezed and kneaded her large breasts… In the midst of my ravaging, I felt her hand seemingly brush against my penis unintentionally. I took the opportunity to unzip my pants, releasing my already hot and hard penis. I pulled her hand over, but she quickly pulled it back as soon as she touched it. I whispered to her to squeeze it. She blushed and said, “
Dream on, I won’t.” I didn’t force her and reached out to undo her belt. She waved her hand to stop me, saying, “You’re never satisfied.” I said, “Let me see down there.” She said, “What’s there to see down there?”
But in the end, she still let me pull down her pants and waistband. I licked her vulva with my tongue again. At first, she covered it tightly with her hands, saying anxiously, "
No, how can I use my mouth?" I said, "
It's okay." Her labia were already swollen and congested with blood. I licked her clitoris with my tongue until it was as big as a pea, and it was already oozing fluid. I stared into her watery eyes and whispered, "
Let me do it." She said,
"No." I said, "I can't take it anymore. You don't believe me? Look," and then I pulled her hand to my penis.
This time, she didn't let go. Following my instructions, she gently pinched and slowly rubbed it with her fingers, saying softly, "It's terrifying, this big thing." I said, "Big is good, I'm going to put it in and do it." This time, she didn't refuse anymore, but said in a coquettish voice, "
If you do it, you can't tell anyone." I said,
"Of course, I know that." So she completely relaxed her body.
My penis was already hot as fire and hard as iron, and it easily entered her slippery vagina. I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, thrusting my hips forward and back, slowly and deliberately inserting my penis into her vagina. Every few thrusts, I would forcefully push to the deepest point, each time I reached her clitoris, she would let out a soft moan. The allure and the profound pleasure I felt at that moment were truly indescribable. Time flew by, and I, having been a virile slut for a long time, was full of energy. In about half an hour, I had sex twice, the second time lasting longer and feeling even better than the first. Unfortunately, she only gave me this one chance. About a month later, she moved out.
Her husband's workplace allocated her a new apartment and also temporarily assigned her a job. After she left, the apartment remained empty for six months before someone moved in. It was a single man who sometimes came to sleep at night, but was rarely seen during the day.
During those six months, only two families actually lived in the building. Gradually, I became familiar with the couple next door. The woman's surname was Chen, and the man's surname was Li. To be honest, this couple is quite nice, except for their lack of attention to detail. I have a rather careless habit of leaving kitchen supplies lying around after use.
Their lack of attention to detail means they often share my things. I'm mentioning this not because I'm stingy, but because the story I'm about to tell is somewhat related to this.
Young people are generally easy to get along with, and when cooking together in the kitchen, we always chat and laugh, so I learned a bit about their romantic relationship. My female neighbor's sister used to live in my room, and it was her sister who introduced her to her husband. Her husband is quite hardworking and handsome. That's why they got together. But after Xiao Wang and I moved in, her husband's shortcomings became apparent. Although he's hardworking, he's not diligent, lacks education, and his speech and mannerisms are somewhat lacking.
Once, while chatting with her, we touched on this, and she said, "
If only my husband were a little more diligent in his studies like you."
I said, "Not necessarily. Everyone has their own preferences." My wife told me, "Your husband, Xiao Li, is good; he takes care of all the housework. I just read when I get home, expecting to be waited on hand and foot, and I don't do any housework."
She said,
"What kind of man does housework all day long? My brother-in-law transferred him from the collective to the personnel bureau a few years ago. If he were successful, he wouldn't be like this today. A grown man, doing housework all day, like a woman.
If he were willing to put in the effort to study, I wouldn't let him do laundry, buy groceries, and cook. Do you think he's diligent?
He's just bored. You haven't seen him; after meals, he's out running around. At home, he either sits until he's half asleep or goes to bed early. Seeing him like that is annoying. In the future, he won't be able to speak or write properly; he'll have a hard time getting by anywhere. Everyone has their own problems."
Perhaps because of this, or for other reasons, she didn't resist much when I took advantage of her. That night, her husband went off somewhere (there were no phones or cell phones back then), and in the middle of the night, her child suddenly developed a fever. She woke me up in a panic, asking me to accompany her to the hospital.
I hurriedly got dressed, rode my bicycle, and took her and the child to the hospital for emergency treatment. It took me more than two hours to get home. When we got home, the child was asleep, and she was lying on the bed, wrapped in a coat, watching me. I told her not to worry. She said, "
I'm not worried, I'm just upset." She said, "Look, what kind of man is like him, not coming home in the middle of the night? If it weren't for you, how could I, a woman, have taken her (the child) to the hospital in the middle of the night, keeping you awake? I'm so sorry." I said, "
It's nothing, we're neighbors, helping out is what I should do." Little Li still hadn't returned that night; where could he have gone? She said,
"Who knows where he's gone? Besides playing cards, what else does he have to do?" I agreed, "Yeah, what's so great about playing cards all night?"
Seeing her anxious, I felt bad about going to sleep, so I stayed up to talk to her. At first, I stood and talked to her, then I sat on the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything, just moved a little further in. She had also gotten up after going to sleep to go to the hospital. Now she was leaning against the bed, looking languid, wearing an overcoat that covered her chest, revealing her two round breasts bulging under her close-fitting undershirt.
For some reason, I suddenly became lustful, and without thinking, I pulled her into my arms with one hand and reached out to grope her breasts through her clothes with the other. Perhaps it was because my action was sudden, or perhaps because I felt embarrassed for bothering her in the middle of the night, but I groped and squeezed her breasts for two or three minutes. She pushed my hand away without much reaction, only saying that it was getting late and we should go to sleep. This was the first time, so it could only be considered a coincidence. The next day, she didn't say anything, and everything was as usual. I didn't take it to heart either, and deliberately looked for an opportunity. But as people say: once something like this happens, it will happen again.
In the blink of an eye, it was hot. Because of exams, I studied until midnight every day, and because it was so hot, I always left my bedroom door open. That day, it was already past midnight when she came over and asked me for mosquito coils. I was too lazy to get up and told her to go to the inner room to get them herself. She went inside but couldn't find it, so she asked me to help her look. I had no choice but to get up and go in to get it. That's when I noticed she was only wearing underwear and a sleeveless top, her arms and legs exposed, so white. My mind immediately went astray. Taking advantage of the opportunity to find the mosquito coil, I pressed my legs against hers, squeezing her against the counter. While reaching for the coil with one hand, I slipped the other under her armpit from behind and groped her breast.
She, of course, noticed my intentions and dodged to the side. As my lower abdomen pressed against her round, upturned buttocks, my penis hardened. With lust arising, I didn't think twice and pressed myself against her. If she had questioned me, "What are you doing?" or said, "Never mind, I don't want the mosquito coil," perhaps I would have stopped.
But she didn't say that. When I approached her and pulled her into my arms, although she struggled, she said,
"Don't mess around, there are people outside the window."
We lived on the first floor. The window was open, and there were indeed people cooling off outside, but the lower half of the window was covered by curtains, so we couldn't see anyone. She spoke so softly, like a mosquito, as if afraid the people outside would hear. This didn't deter me; instead, it emboldened me.
In the struggle, she retreated step by step to the bed. I took the opportunity to push her down onto the bed, pounced on her, wrapped my legs around her body, and reached my hand inside her clothes, squeezing one of her breasts. She struggled fiercely but didn't make a sound. How could a woman resist a man? I pressed her down, using one hand to block her struggling arms, and the other to lift her clothes, fondling her smooth breasts… During the struggle, she never cried out, only whispering that this was wrong and asking me to let go. At that moment, it was just the two of us in the building (her child was young and asleep), and I, having been celibate for a long time, was burning with desire. I wasn't willing to let go. By this time, she had struggled to sit up. I pulled her tightly onto my lap, one hand on her breast, the other reaching into her panties to cover her plump vulva, sliding and rubbing my middle finger between her legs.
Soon, I felt she was wet, her labia swollen. I flipped her over and pressed her onto the bed, clamping her legs tightly between mine, struggling with her with one hand while pulling down her pants with the other. Her panties had an elastic band, loose, and I easily pulled them down to her thighs. I was also wearing panties, which I quickly pulled off as well. By this time, I had pulled one leg of her panties off, and she was on her back, leaning against the edge of the bed. I stood below the bed, using my body to spread her legs apart, my rock-hard penis pressing straight against the base of her thighs. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she said, "
You're too bold! If you don't let go, I'll scream for help!"
Her voice wasn't loud, but her tone was harsh. I don't know what came over me at the time, I wasn't particularly scared, but seeing how serious she seemed, I didn't dare force myself on her. I stopped, leaned down, and whispered to her, "
Don't scream, please don't scream, I'll only touch you once."
Of course, she didn't scream. I held her down in that position, pounced on her, grabbed her hands and pressed them flat on the bed. I didn't dare move my lower body, but I tried to find her lips with my mouth. Her face
kept turning away. I don't know how, maybe it was because my body kept moving as I searched for her lips, or maybe it was because her body twisted as she dodged my kiss, but my penis actually went inside her vagina. She definitely felt it, and she cried out in panic, "
It's over! It's over! You're really going to kill me."
At that moment, I felt my penis was incredibly hard and swollen, and her slippery vagina was warm. For a moment, I held my penis inside her vagina, but I didn't dare to move.
Her hands were held flat by me, and her body didn't move at all. After a while, I finally silenced her with my lips, feeling her lips burning and her breathing rapid. Her hands, which I was holding down, were limp and powerless. I held her tightly, placing her arms over my shoulders, and while probing her mouth with my tongue, I gently lifted my hips, tentatively sliding my penis slowly into her vagina, rhythmically moving in and out according to the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.
Although the room was dark, the light from the outer room and the outside light filtered in through the window, making the view clear. I saw her eyes tightly closed, her body limp and reclining, her legs hanging off the bed and hooked tightly around my thighs. I felt as if all the trouble had vanished, and I boldly began to do it. I thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, sometimes stopping to gently embrace her chest and back with my hands. She kept her lips tightly pressed together, not making a sound, but I could feel her body writhing beneath me, her vagina overflowing with fluid… My little brother really did me justice, lasting a good twenty or thirty minutes before I ejaculated. I felt pleasure deep in my bones, and she was completely exhausted.
The first half was front-entry, with her lying on her back on the edge of the bed. The second half, I flipped her over and entered her from behind, thrusting in and out while caressing her breasts. When my penis began to violently thrust in and out of her vagina, rubbing against her, she had become a docile lamb. When I wanted to switch to rear-entry, she didn't resist and quickly adjusted to my position. As I ejaculated rapidly, I felt her vaginal muscles contracting rhythmically at the end. After we finished, I pulled her onto the bed and lay her down on my side. I gently held her neck with one hand and kissed her, while the other hand continued to squeeze and play with her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples until they hardened, then sucking on them.
After a short while, she suddenly broke free, quickly pulled up her underwear, and ran back to her room. I chased after her, handed her a mosquito coil, and she took it and tightly closed the door.
For over a month afterward, she didn't say a word to me. Of course, I occasionally found opportunities to be attentive to her. Finally, our relationship returned to normal; we still chatted and laughed, but neither of us mentioned the incident. This incident was like a shooting star, fleeting and gone forever into the dark night sky, leaving only an indelible memory.

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