My female colleague, Sister Ping

Around the beginning of 1999, Sister Ping was transferred from the finance department to our personnel department. Sister Ping, born in the Year of the Ox, was three years older than me. She had big eyes, fair skin, and a rather full figure. She was an honest and unassuming person at work, usually quiet and focused on her tasks.

That year, during the Spring Festival, I visited Sister Ping's home with the leaders to offer condolences and greetings, and met her formidable mother-in-law. I had heard from colleagues that Sister Ping lived with her mother-in-law, who was domineering, and her husband was also assertive, so Sister Ping often suffered mistreatment. Sister Ping was transferred to the personnel department to take over the work of Mr. Li, who was retiring. Her main responsibilities included handling employee social security, retirement, and other related matters. For the first six months or so, I drove Mr. Li and Sister Ping to the social security office for these matters. After Mr. Li retired, I took Sister Ping alone to the social security office. During that period, there were many retirements at the company, making the work particularly busy. Some retirees' files were unclear, making the process very troublesome, and the leaders would frequently criticize Sister Ping. When Pingjie felt wronged, she would often confide in me and shed tears. I would often comfort her, telling her not to worry and to relax. Gradually, Pingjie and I became very close, talking about everything—work, company matters, family, and children. Through our conversations, I learned that her husband was running a small business, busy all day and rarely home. Pingjie was taking care of her child and dealing with a demanding mother-in-law every day. Life wasn't easy for her.

Spring flowers bloomed, and summer arrived in the blink of an eye. During this time, Pingjie and I worked, ate, and went out on errands together. She treated me like a younger brother, and I helped and cared for her. Our relationship was quite good. I remember one afternoon, Pingjie and I went to the social security office. As usual, Pingjie went inside to handle the business, and I parked the van under the shade of a tree in the parking lot and went to sleep in the back seat.

About an hour later, the sound of the car door opening startled me awake. Seeing my sleepy eyes, Pingjie laughed and said, "Don't rush to wake up." She then got on the bus and sat in the row behind me, taking out a tissue and saying, "Wipe your sweat." I took the tissue and wiped my sweat while looking at Pingjie. Because of the heat, Pingjie's fair face was slightly flushed, her large, watery eyes looking at me. With each breath, her full breasts rose and fell alluringly beneath her shirt. My penis, still erect from sleeping, surged with adrenaline as I looked at Pingjie, my desire uncontrollable. Emotion overcame reason, and I pushed Pingjie down onto the seat. Pingjie looked at me in surprise and said, "What are you doing?" Without a word, I pulled up Pingjie's shirt and bra together. A pair of large, white breasts were exposed before my eyes. Pingjie gently pushed me away, murmuring, "Don't do this." Ignoring Pingjie's reaction, I knelt down and took one nipple into my mouth, while frantically kneading the other breast with one hand. My sister let out a soft "Oh," and said, "You naughty little brother, how dare you be so bold?" "Sister, please forgive me, I just couldn't control myself. I love you," I replied, kissing and kneading her breasts. I continued kissing and kneading her large breasts, and she fell silent. Her breathing quickened, and her hands began to stroke my head. I increased the intensity of my kisses and kneading, and she began to moan, "Mmm, mmm, mmm." "Good little brother, please forgive me," she said, moaning and writhing. I knew it was just a face-saving excuse; I knew she wouldn't resist me no matter what, only verbally. While kissing

her breasts, I slipped my hands under her skirt and suddenly pulled down her panties. As I pulled them down, I sat up. My sister looked at me with her big, watery eyes in surprise and said, "Don't do this, little brother." Without another word, I pulled off her blue panties and threw them on the seat in front of me. I forcefully spread my sister's legs. At this point, she had no will to resist. The instant I spread her legs, she shyly covered her face with her hands, letting me do as I pleased.

Her large, white buttocks, sparse pubic hair, and a pair of wet, purplish-red labia majora drooped slightly, her vaginal opening slightly parted, with fluid flowing out. At that moment, my blood was boiling, and my erect penis throbbed. I quickly stood up and pulled down my pants, my penis exposed, the engorged glans a purplish-red. I lifted my sister's legs and pulled her buttocks towards the edge of the seat. My sister removed her hands from her face, looking at my exposed penis, and murmured, "Bad brother, you're annoying." At that moment, I couldn't hear anything, I didn't care about anything; all I could think about was penetration.

I crouched slightly, took a side step, and inserted my penis into my sister's vagina. Her wet vagina offered no resistance. The long-awaited unprotected penetration... My sister's wet, hot vagina enveloped my penis. With each thrust, she let out a soft "oh," her eyes half-closed. Her large, white breasts swayed back and forth. Each thrust brought forth her vaginal fluids, which flowed down her buttocks and onto the carriage floor. To my surprise, Pingjie was so wet! Excited, I increased the speed and force of my thrusts. The sounds of slapping echoed throughout the carriage, and my sister's moans grew louder: "Ah, ah, ah." After about a few dozen thrusts, she suddenly rubbed her nipples with both hands, her buttocks began to writhe, and she cried out, "You naughty little brother, you're killing me! I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"

At that moment, I could clearly feel the contractions inside my sister's vagina, as if a small mouth was sucking hard on my glans. I knew her orgasm was imminent, so I increased the frequency of my thrusts. After a few thrusts, my sister cried out, "Ah, oh, oh," and came, came. I felt a surge of hot fluid gushing from her vagina and flowing onto my glans. Her legs trembled, and she gasped for breath. I stopped thrusting, admiring her orgasm, and let her climax subside. While stroking her breasts, I asked her, "Can I ejaculate inside?" She gasped and made two soft "hmm" sounds. I lifted my sister's thighs with both hands and began another round of thrusting. The impact of flesh against flesh, mixed with her juices, made a series of squelching sounds. After another dozen or twenty rapid thrusts, my penis throbbed, and streams of semen shot deep into my sister's vagina. My penis throbbed inside her. After a pause, I slowly withdrew my penis. As it was withdrawn, her vaginal fluids and semen gushed out. My sister was the woman I had ever been with who produced the most vaginal fluids and had the most pronounced vaginal orgasms. At this moment, her labia majora were parted, her vaginal opening was wide open, and her urethra was clearly visible. Wet vaginal fluids and semen flowed onto my sister's buttocks, the seat, and the floor of the carriage.

I got up and grabbed some toilet paper from the carriage, and we wiped the fluids off our bodies together. As we wiped, my sister said, "How dare you do this in the carriage? Aren't you afraid of being discovered?" I grinned mischievously and said, "I've liked you for a long time, but I just couldn't control myself today." "Don't worry, the car has sunshade film, so no one can see inside from the outside." My sister pretended to say, "I'll hit you! You bad boy, don't do that again!" I replied insincerely, "Okay, okay, I won't do it again."

After wiping ourselves down, we almost finished a roll of toilet paper. After tidying up our clothes, my sister leaned on my shoulder and we chatted. From our conversation, I learned that my sister had an IUD inserted after giving birth. I was very excited and happy to hear this. I wouldn't need to prepare condoms anymore, and I wouldn't be afraid of getting a woman pregnant and dare to ejaculate inside her without a condom like before. After resting for about half an hour, we drove back to our workplace.

Some people say: "The road to a woman's heart is through her vagina." This makes a lot of sense. Ever since I conquered my sister's body and her vagina, she has opened her heart to me and told me everything. She talked about her mother-in-law's sharp tongue, her sarcastic remarks, and her sister-in-law's gossip, how her husband was always submissive at home and didn't dare to stand up for her, and how he was indifferent to her and often didn't come home. The whole family was crammed into a three-bedroom apartment, making their sex life very inconvenient. She poured out all her grievances and unspoken troubles to me, her eyes welling up with tears as she spoke. Each time, I patiently and meticulously counseled my sister, educating her on how to navigate family relationships, how to manage relationships with colleagues, and how to handle superior-subordinate relationships. Whenever she encountered difficulties, I patiently helped her. Our bond grew stronger day by day; I call her "sister," and it feels intimate, while she calls me "brother," and it feels warm and comforting.

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