Lower body perspective

I am a penis, a very ordinary penis, just like most of my brothers, nothing
special. I have no horns or beard, and I usually just quietly hide in my master's crotch
, only being pulled out to see the light when he urinates. I'm not
bigger than the other brothers, but I'm not particularly small either; when erect, I'm about six inches, hehe! Just so-so.
My master's name is Li Songming, and he's nineteen years old this year. That means I've been with him in this world for nineteen
years. Every morning while he's still fast asleep, I quietly wake up to exercise. Don't let my usual weak and
listless appearance fool you; once I get going, my muscles swell, my head grows big, and my waist thickens—it's quite a frightening sight. If I don't
train diligently and maintain my condition, how can I be ready to charge into battle when my master needs me
? Although I am part of his body like any other organ, he takes special care of me. Every
time he bathes me, he carefully turns my skin inside out, cleaning my head and torso thoroughly with shower gel,
even washing away the dirt from the creases of my neck. His special treatment makes me even more loyal, always
ready to willingly serve him. Even so, I don't like him calling me "penis" directly—
that's too vulgar! I prefer him calling me "little brother," like brothers, it feels more intimate!
He's not very tall, but because he likes playing soccer, he's quite muscular. He has big eyes and
short hair. He's not particularly handsome, like an ordinary boy next door, but he has regular features, is polite and intelligent, and surprisingly,
he's quite popular with girls at school.
Oh, never mind, he's awake. He slipped his hand inside my underwear and gently moved my erect penis towards his lower abdomen
, letting it rest against his warm belly. Mmm, so comfortable. He rubbed his eyes, threw on a coat
, and headed to the toilet. My first task of the day had begun.
He squeezed me and made me urinate into the toilet. While I was at it, I'd like to tell you something.
I wonder if he and his girlfriend had a fight. Yesterday, I heard a man and a woman arguing outside my crotch
. The woman was clearly his sixteen-year-old girlfriend, Cuilan. Cuilan was his aunt's youngest daughter,
his cousin. She was a nice girl; my master and I both loved her. I especially loved her little sister down there—
so tender, smooth, warm, and tight.
We've already made love several times. Every time the little sister wraps herself tightly around me with her wet skin, I
can't help but show off my skills inside, thrusting and pounding fiercely, making her completely submissive. Even her mistress is
driven to screams and thrashing about on the bed, feeling like she's going to die. Only when the little sister can't take it anymore, becoming wet and
convulsing, do I ejaculate deep inside her, filling her to the brim, with some even
leaking out from between her folds.
I remember the first time we made love, it wasn't as smooth as the later times. Although her mistress had already made her moan
and gasp, and the little sister was dripping wet, when I tried to put my head inside, I found it wasn't an
easy task, especially since it was my first time exploring such a tight, slippery space. As my master
pressed down harder with his buttocks, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and keep pushing. Finally, with a cry of
"Ah...it hurts..." from Cuilan, we were joined together. Although I hadn't completely
enveloped myself in her embrace, I could already feel her warm passion. Her tender flesh walls
tightly enveloped my front half, making me incredibly happy. I could only spit out the few drops of lubricant that had already leaked out from my urethra
, and then just stood there foolishly, not thinking about moving forward or backward.
Soon, the environment inside became increasingly moist and slippery. As I was savoring this unprecedented
change, I heard my master say to Cuilan from the outside, "Can I move now?" Cuilan
murmured shyly, "Mmm...be gentle." With a thrust from my master, I was fully inside. There seemed to be a slight obstacle halfway through
, but I overcame it in an instant, all thanks to the skill I honed through daily morning practice.
Oh! My little sister is squeezing me so tightly, I can barely move, it's a bit suffocating. I guess
the two of them are holding each other tightly right now too. Whether it's because he's inexperienced or wants Cuilan
to get used to the feeling of being forced into my little sister's narrow opening, the master isn't in a hurry to go further. He just remains
still, letting me bounce naturally inside her slightly trembling flesh, as if storing up energy
for an even more intense next attack.
It started moving. My master began to guide me. I slowly thrust in and out of her, carefully inserting
and withdrawing. The pleasurable sensation intensified with each back-and-forth movement. I heard the
soft "plop, plop" sounds of our two genitals rubbing together, somewhat like
the sound of my master stroking my foreskin with shower gel while bathing me. Each time I was fully inside her, my head touched the cervix at the tip of her vagina,
and Cuilan would tremble all over, unsure whether it was from pain or pleasure.
I was full of energy, continuously and heavily performing piston-like movements, unreservedly transmitting the overwhelming pleasure
to my master. This beautiful movement lasted for dozens of times. The master's thrusting speed
increased, and my tingling sensation grew stronger. Of course, Cuilan's moans and the master's heavy breathing became more and
more rapid. It seemed they were about to lose control and reach the point of mutual climax. I
was also exhausted from thrusting, my veins bulging, my glans swollen and hard. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Ah... Cuilan, I love you! I... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to... I'm going to cum... Ah..." The master's
muscles tensed, and he thrust forward with all his might, pushing me to the deepest part of her vagina. A big shudder made
him tremble all over, and I, in his trembling, "plop, plop, plop,"
sprayed streams of hot semen one after another into her cervix.
“Songming…ah…I love you too, I love you to death…ah…don’t stop…
it feels so good…so amazing…I can’t take it anymore…ah…oh no! I need to pee…oh…I’m peeing…”
Cuilan, impacted by my ejaculate, simultaneously released a large amount of vaginal fluid from her vagina, which flowed onto my glans.
It sprayed straight at me, the little sister rhythmically sucking and slurping, tightly gripping me as she convulsed, as if determined to squeeze out
every last drop of my semen. I had never felt so exhilarated, feeling as if I and the little sister had become
one, exchanging the pleasure of orgasm, transmitting our burning body heat, savoring each other's
fluids... I wished I could stay inside forever, never to withdraw.
Despite my deep reluctance, my body naturally shrunk after my mission, unable to regain my former
vigor. Soon, I slid out of the cave, my sticky body pressed against the little sister
's red lips with love. As I withdrew, a thick, sticky fluid flowed from the entrance;
I recognized that pale white liquid all too well—it was the semen I had just ejaculated inside. Huh? Why are there streaks of blood mixed in
? Am I sick? Was I too rough and hurt her little sister?
As if answering my question, the master lowered his head and gave Cuilan a long, passionate kiss, then
said in a deeply affectionate tone, "Cuilan, you gave me your first time, and I will cherish it dearly. There will be
some bleeding after the hymen is broken, but it will be fine soon. I'm sorry, I was too impulsive." "
You bad man, weren't you afraid I'd get pregnant? You shot all that stuff inside me without thinking. Luckily,
my period just ended, otherwise you would have been exhausted. I gave you my virginity, you have to take responsibility!"
"Yes, yes! As you command, my dear wife… um, does it still hurt there?"
"It hurt like hell when it first went in, like I was being torn apart. But after a while,
the pain lessened, and a feeling I'd never experienced before arose—it felt so good. The longer you go in, the more the pleasure gradually
overshadows the pain. Now it's still a little swollen and numb, kind of weird, but it doesn't hurt much anymore… Ugh, I can't talk about it anymore, it's so embarrassing
…"
No wonder, it startled me! I thought I'd been too rough and caused trouble! Apparently, girls
bleed during their first time. Thinking back to when I went all the way in, I broke through a little barrier—maybe that's
what they call the hymen? I should have been gentler. Who knew, it was my first time too!
Oh dear! I was so caught up in the sweetness of my first time, where was I? Yes, that day I heard the couple arguing more and
more intensely, then I heard what sounded like something breaking, followed by a loud slam of the door shut,
and then silence in the house. Cuilan probably ran away in a fit of anger! Since that day, I haven't seen Cuilan again.
The master seems listless all the time, and even his sleep isn't as sound as before. Sigh, boys are just stubborn
. Why did he have to make her run away? He could have just apologized and it would have been over. Now I can't even see my little sister anymore,
really.
The master finished urinating and returned to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed muttering to himself. I was annoyed too
; he'd been like this for days, so I was used to it. Suddenly, my eyes lit up.
He actually pulled me out of his pants! First, he gently stroked me like he was brushing a kitten's fur. It
tickled me, so I tilted my head back and stared at him blankly, wondering what he was going to do. Seeing me raise my head, he used
one hand to grip my foreskin, moving it up and down. Sometimes he used his other hand to rub the glans, and sometimes he reached
between my legs to rub my testicles. With this three-pronged attack, I naturally reacted, becoming harder and harder, thicker
and thicker, even the glans swollen and shiny.
Looking at the bedside table, there was a photograph of Cuilan. Good heavens, he was masturbating to the picture
! Master, I get up every morning to exercise and strengthen my body, not to give you a handjob, but to give
you a cannon job! Although masturbation is also enjoyable, after a few encounters with my little sister,
nothing compares to that. The feeling of masturbation can't compare to cannon sex! But I can't blame him. In fact, since meeting Cuilan, he
hasn't masturbated at all. This time, seeing the photograph reminded him of her, and with my energy being so abundant lately, releasing
some pent-up desire was understandable.
He sat on the bed, leaning against the pillows, holding Cuilan's photo in one hand and rapidly stroking me with the other
. I involuntarily poked my head out and back in, the in-and-out motion making me dizzy. All
the blood in my body rushed to me, making me feel uncomfortably swollen. My mind was filled with only one thought: to quickly
release the semen that had been churning inside me for days.
My master squinted, humming softly through his nostrils, stroking me faster than ever before. I was aroused
, my blood surging, my glans turning a deep purple, my penis as hard as an iron rod, on the verge of exploding. Suddenly, my master
straightened his legs, making a "gurgling" sound from his throat. With a thrust of his hips and a contraction of his abdomen,
a large gush of thick semen shot out of my urethra like a stampede of horses, shooting far into the distance. After several ejaculations
, the photo, the sheets, and the sides of my thighs were covered in pools of white semen. Only then did he let
out a long, relieved "whoosh," and his body went limp.
After he went limp, I slowly softened as well, tears streaming down my face, hanging limply between my legs, waiting for his cleanup.
He grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table. I straightened my head, ready to be wiped, but he
ignored me and picked up the semen-stained photo, wiping it tenderly. I started to feel a pang of jealousy. In his eyes
, I, his little brother, wasn't even worth a single photo! He wasn't like this before. After masturbating
, he would always wipe me clean first before cleaning up anything else. Humph! It's just a photo, what's
the big deal? I don't care.
Thankfully, when I turned around, he had already wiped the photo clean, carefully placed it back on his penis, then went into the bathroom,
wrung out a hot towel, and wiped my entire body. Then he pinched my genitals and stroked upwards,
squeezing out any remaining semen from my urethra. He shook it off, then pulled back the foreskin and wiped my
glans with the hot towel until I was completely dry before tucking me back into my underwear.
My anger vanished completely; I was utterly submissive to my master's care. If the master had treated Sister Cuilan with the same care
, she wouldn't have run away, and I would have had another chance to rekindle my old flame with her little sister
, and another chance to throw myself into her warm embrace and soak in her wet, lustful juices.
Almost a week passed, and still no visit from Sister Cuilan. This cold war might continue for quite
some time. But I didn't slack off. I continued to diligently practice my skills every morning, training myself
to peak condition, ready to fight at any moment. I thought that Sister Cuilan would one day return to her master's embrace, and if
I couldn't perform to my full potential, I would lose all face in front of my little sister.
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