The Mad Housewife in Baby Oil (Complete Collection)

Chapter 1 "This is absolutely outrageous!" Zhe'an slammed his hand on the breakfast table, then began reading a news article: "A high school female drill instructor became pregnant and gave birth. Her husband, however, couldn't believe the child wasn't his. He went for a DNA test and discovered it wasn't his child. He sued his wife. In court, the wife confessed that one day she had argued with her husband and went to the park to clear her head. A man approached her, and in a fit of pique, she had sex with him in a public restroom, which led to her pregnancy." Zhe'an put down the newspaper, his expression one of utter despair, as if the world were ending. He sighed, "Society has really changed, even female instructors..." I sipped my coffee, "Maybe she made up this story to cover up the child's identity as the biological father!" "That's unlikely. Making up stories in court is perjury." "When a woman's desires come, she can't even stop herself." I said casually, putting down my coffee cup and looking up to find Zhe'an sitting opposite me, staring at me meaningfully. "Is that so?" I realized what I had just said, blushing slightly and turning my head away, not daring to look at him.
Through the kitchen window, I watched Zhe'an's car drive out of the community gate, waving to him before continuing to wash the dishes in the sink. "When a woman's desires come... when a woman's desires come..." I kept repeating this phrase in my mind, and for no reason, that past event resurfaced in my mind.
That was seven years ago. I was only 18 years old and had just been admitted to a private university in the north. My parents, who were not well-off, were already worried about my tuition fees, so they couldn't ask for anything more in terms of accommodation.
My father drove a borrowed pickup truck, carrying me and all our luggage, circling around Xinzhuang City from afternoon until night. Finally, they found a cheap room in a somewhat remote mountain area. It was an old, detached five-story apartment building, surrounded by other buildings, as if the whole world was desolate except for this one building. The
landlord had added two separate rooms on the rooftop, and the rent, including utilities, was only 1,500 yuan a month. My father signed the lease with the landlord and gave me a helpless, bitter smile. Turning around, I looked around at this place where I would spend the next four years
. Actually, it wasn't too bad. I rented this room near the stairwell. Although it wasn't big, it had a desk, wardrobe, and bed—everything you needed. Perhaps it was recently built, or maybe the location was too remote to find other tenants, but the walls and furniture were very clean.
The rooftop had a lot of space. One side had a shared bathroom with a washing machine and a clothes drying area. On the other side against the exterior wall, besides a few potted plants, there was a folded-up white beach chair, offering a beautiful night view of the entire Taipei Basin. I smiled contentedly at my dad. The landlord helped him carry my luggage up, and he thanked her repeatedly, asking her to take good care of his beloved daughter who had left her hometown. Until I saw my dad off ,
we both forgot to ask about the room next door.
The next day, I wandered around the foot of the mountain to get acquainted with the surroundings, had a simple lunch at a roadside shop, and then went to a bookstore to enjoy the air conditioning for a while. By the time I slowly made my way back up the mountain, it was already past three in the afternoon. I was worrying about how to solve the transportation problem in the future. When I
got to the bottom of the stairs, I took out my key and opened the iron gate to the rooftop. As soon as I opened it, I saw the man. A beach chair was spread out in the center of the rooftop, and a man was lying there brazenly, facing the sun, with his feet pointing towards the iron gate. He was naked, his dark, muscular body exposed, wearing only a pair of snow-white low-rise briefs. The other person's head was tilted to one side ,
seemingly fast asleep, undisturbed by the sound of the iron gate opening. He remained sprawled on the beach chair, maintaining the same starfish-like posture.
I blushed and secretly glanced at this scene, which should have been seen at a swimming pool. My gaze involuntarily followed his broad, thick chest muscles, to his six-pack abs, and finally focused on the only thing he was wearing—a tight white pair of underwear—between his two thick thighs.
Although I've never had a boyfriend, I've learned from some books and magazines that men often have physiological reactions while asleep.
To make matters worse, he was fast asleep when he was aroused. A huge bulge appeared in his white crotch, stretching the thin strip of fabric holding it up almost to the point of breaking. The thin fabric made the shape of his male genitalia clearly visible on the bulge.
Having never directly faced male genitalia before, I looked at the man's muscular physique and immense arousal, and felt the blush on my face gradually spread down my body. Amidst my frantic heartbeat, a warm sensation slowly gathered in my lower abdomen, and my legs were so wet that I could barely stand. I quickly turned around and went to my room. Just
as I was about to open the door, I accidentally dropped the entire bunch of keys from my trembling hand, which fell to the floor in front of the door with a "clatter." I saw the man open his sleepy eyes and look up at the girl in front of him, her face flushed, as she squatted down to pick up the keys. (l4], u& ^1 b& t Only
when we were face to face did I get a clear look at the man's face: deep features beneath a buzz cut. If he wasn't an indigenous person, he must be from the Philippines or Indonesia, I guessed wildly.
c9 q5 t6 w! n0 ib The man didn't say a word, just lay back down on the beach chair, as if exposing his body to a strange woman was the most natural thing in the world, requiring no covering up or even an apology.
6 e5 a5 \* e! o b1 z I suppressed my pounding heartbeat and quickly retreated into the room. Only after the blush on my face faded did I realize that I was covered in sweat, and the sticky discharge from my private parts had soaked my underwear. Plus, under the blazing sun, the rooftop room was as stuffy as an oven.
2 t zv3 v) un I opened the window to let in some fresh air, checked the view outside, and made sure no one could see into the room. Then I took off my clothes and enjoyed the breeze blowing in. I grabbed a set of underwear from the closet I'd just tidied up yesterday, but then thought I should take a shower and wash myself first.
Even though the bathroom was outside, my neighbors were so considerate, why should I insist on being fully dressed? After making up my mind, I wrapped a towel around myself, opened the door a crack, and peeked outside. I wanted to make sure the man was still asleep.
Only an empty beach chair remained on the rooftop. "Great!" I thought, he must have gone back to his room.
Before I even reached the bathroom door, I could already hear the sound of water inside. My heart started pounding again, and I couldn't help but quietly walk to the bathroom door.
The bathroom door was ajar, not completely closed. I approached, and there he was, completely naked, standing with his back to me under the spray of the showerhead. His broad back muscles framed a strong waist, followed by his firm, full buttocks. I was mesmerized, stealing glances at this perfect back, my eyes unable to leave the rounded buttocks glistening in the water, completely forgetting any semblance of girlish modesty.
The man rinsed himself with his back to the door for a while, then suddenly turned to grab the shampoo from the side. He glanced at the girl outside the crack in the door, who was only wearing a towel and had flushed cheeks. He stared at me, then reached out from the water and pulled me inside… I don’t remember what happened next, but the only thing I remember vividly is him pushing me, naked, against the wall in the water, bending my legs and wrapping them around his waist. His strong arms held me, who was suspended in mid-air, and he lowered his head to lick my breasts while simultaneously thrusting his erect penis into my already wet body. The tearing pain combined with the suffocating pleasure—that’s how I gave my first time to a stranger.
For the rest of August, we always met during the day, and as soon as we met, we would rush to take off each other’s clothes and enjoy each other’s bodies in the bright light. He explored my private parts with his large penis, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm, and finally ejaculated into my tender vagina as I released my gushing fluids. The
downstairs residents never came up to the rooftop, so we naturally locked the iron gate, turning the entire rooftop into our private paradise. In the bathroom, on his bed, on my bed, and even on the beach chair in broad daylight, we didn't exchange any words except for panting and moaning. We didn't even know each other's names, but we learned a little about his identity from the landlord: "He's an Indonesian migrant worker, working the night shift at a nearby lumber mill..." School started in September, and I realized that my usually regular period was late this time. I panicked and messed everything up. After
class, I returned to the rooftop cabin. The Indonesian man, who had just woken up, couldn't understand what I was trying to say. He laughed and hugged me, repeating the same behavior once again, releasing his intense desire into my wet body. After the orgasm subsided, I hugged his sweaty, muscular body and finally couldn't help but cry.
Helpless, I decided to have an abortion, but I didn't know how to do it. A boy sitting behind me noticed the worry hidden beneath my smile, and a week later, this refined-looking boy named Zhe'an helped me into the gynecology clinic.
Zhe'an came from a wealthy family, so the surgery fee wasn't a problem for him. Soon, I quietly moved out of the rooftop addition on the mountain and into Zhe'an's beautiful apartment next to the school, with an elevator. We became the envy of our classmates.
Unlike that other man, Zhe'an was pale and thin. In bed, Zhe'an was bland and uninteresting; he didn't seem very enthusiastic about sex, and when he did, it was always over in two or three minutes. He always used the most traditional position, thrusting into me and quickly ejaculating.
I started faking orgasms to protect Zhe'an's self-esteem, then hid in the bathroom to relieve my remaining desires with my fingers. I think the only reason I stayed with Zhe'an was because he was really good to me, not only satisfying all my material needs, but even being so considerate that he never asked how the child came to be. So, four years of university
passed until graduation... Zhe'an went to the army... Zhe'an was discharged... we walked down the aisle... Seven years passed in the blink of an eye, and the passion in our bedroom became less and less frequent, so much so that I almost forgot what sex was all about. In addition, Zhe'an has been very busy with work lately, not getting home until the middle of the night every day, and he hasn't even touched me for more than two months
. It wasn't until today, after reading that news article, that I suddenly remembered the man who brought me wave after wave of climax every day. Yes, when a woman's desire strikes, even she can't resist. Closing my eyes, I was back in front of the bathroom door on the rooftop, the muscular man reaching out his hand to me again in the splashing water… “Ring…” The phone rang, interrupting my thoughts and pulling me back to reality from my wet, hot memories.
I answered the phone; it was Juan, our college classmate. She jokingly scolded me for not contacting her girlfriends for so long. “I know, you two must be hiding in your room all day, haven't you had enough of your four years of college?” she teased. I could only smile wryly as I held the receiver. Q
finally mentioned that she and some of her old classmates were going on a picnic in Neiwan, Hsinchu on Saturday, and she insisted that Zhe'an and I definitely come: "Come out and soak up some sun! Don't just hide in your rooms competing to see who can get the whitest skin..." I told her that Zhe'an was too busy with work lately. "Well, you don't have to worry about that... even if he's busy, you absolutely have to come. We'll pick you up from your house at 8 a.m. on Saturday, it's a deal!" Juan said in an unyielding tone, and then hung up the phone
. It was past midnight when Zhe'an finally got home. I mentioned Juan's call to him, and he looked at me with tired eyes: "Yeah, it's good for you to go out with them." Then he turned over and fell asleep, once again leaving me forgotten on the other side of the double bed... Chapter Two: It was already past 8 PM when I got back from Hsinchu. Several girls had been cycling wildly all day on Neiwan Mountain. After having dinner at a rest stop, I was so tired that all I wanted to do was go home and take a nice hot bath.
Juan drove me home, and after she drove off, I turned around and suddenly realized that my entire left thigh, from my hip to my knee, was so sore and numb that I felt completely powerless. I fell to the ground. I thought I had probably overdone it and injured my hamstring, so I quickly called Zhe'an for help. "This user is currently not receiving a signal, please try again later," came only a cold recorded message
. I sighed, suddenly feeling as if my husband had abandoned me. Supporting my aching left leg, I limped to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and asked him to take me to the nearest hospital.
The driver, after understanding my situation, said, "Going to the hospital won't help! Western doctors will only prescribe painkillers. I know a martial arts clinic nearby that's very effective at treating musculoskeletal injuries..." I said "Oh," and nodded, forcing myself to endure the pain.
The martial arts clinic was tucked away in an alley; the storefront wasn't large, but it was very clean. When I got out of the car, I realized my leg wasn't hurting much anymore, but since I was already there, I figured I might as well go in.
A master in his thirties came out from behind the counter. I looked up and almost thought I'd run into him—the Indonesian man from the rooftop extension
. The master was wearing a thin vest with the words "Xiangshan XX Hall" printed on it, revealing his equally dark and muscular physique. He wore white kung fu pants, and his build and skin color were almost identical to the Indonesian man's. He also had a buzz cut, the only difference being his facial features, which made it clear that he was Taiwanese.
He spoke in a deep, resonant voice: "Miss, what's wrong?" I told him that my leg was in unbearable pain and gave him a brief description of my condition that day. He then led me to the treatment room inside.
It was a room partitioned off with wooden boards. A cabinet and a low table were filled with bottles and jars of herbal ointments. A large chart of acupoints hung next to it, and a full-length mirror covered the opposite wall. In the center of the room was a leather-covered treatment bed and a low stool, along with several pieces of equipment of various sizes that I didn't recognize.
He first laid out a paper sheet on the examination bed, then asked me to sit down. He then tested a few acupoints on my left thigh. Some of them didn't hurt much, but others made me feel so numb and tingly that I almost cried out.
He patted my leg: "It's just muscle fatigue, it's not serious! I'll give you a hot compress and some liniment later." He gestured roughly from my hip to my knee, looking at my jeans with some difficulty: "Could you please take off your pants?" "Oh..." My heart skipped a beat. I figured I couldn't apply the medicine if I didn't take them off, so I stood up and started unbuckling my belt... When my pants slipped down to my thighs, I saw my underwear and instantly blushed:
"Oh no! I'm wearing a thong today!" But I was already down there, so I couldn't just pull them back up. With a determined look, my jeans slipped down to my ankles. Luckily, the thong wasn't too transparent
. The technician pushed over a lamp-like piece of equipment: "Come on, lie down." "What! I have to lie down?" But thinking about it, it's probably for the best; at least I can avoid the embarrassment of facing him while only wearing a thong. With this ostrich-like mentality, I lay down on the examination bed, burying my shyness deep in
the pillows. He didn't do anything strange, just adjusted the position of my thighs: "Relax." He pulled my left leg out to the edge of the bed, so now I was lying face down with my legs apart. Except for the thin fabric covering my buttocks, my entire lower body, from my buttocks to my toes, was exposed to him. Luckily, I always shave my pubic hair very cleanly, otherwise it would definitely be showing
. He turned on the power switch, and soon a wave of heat reached my left thigh. "This is an infrared lamp. Let me know if it gets too hot." "Okay." I was too embarrassed to lift my head, trying to find something to say to ease my awkwardness. I buried my face in the pillow and managed to squeeze out a few words: "Um... how long will this take?" "Half an hour!" he said casually.
"Half an hour won't do! I'll definitely fall asleep." I couldn't imagine what would happen if I fell asleep here wearing a thong. "Then... are there any magazines I can read?" "No magazines!" He laughed. "If you're worried about getting bored, how about a massage?" "A massage would be great!" I thought, since I was tired after a long day.
"Wait for me a moment, I'll go get the oil." He went out.
I heard him lock the shop door outside, and suddenly remembered what he said about "getting oil." "Does that mean I have to take off my clothes to massage with oil?" I thought anxiously. Sure enough,
when he came back with two large bottles of baby oil, the first thing he did was pull up my t-shirt: "Come on, take off your shirt." Thinking that my buttocks were already exposed anyway, I stopped struggling and lifted my upper body so he could pull off my shirt, then lay back on the bed. I was wearing a strapless bra underneath. "Let's just pretend we're at the beach!" I comforted myself.
He moved a low stool to the edge of the bed and sat down, asking me, "Can I take this off too? It'll be easier to massage my back with oil." He touched the back clasp of my bra, and I could only say "Mmm." He then unhooked the back clasp, and the bra straps slid down from the sides. I thought that would be fine, but unexpectedly he suddenly reached out and lifted my chest, pulling the bra off my body .
Now, lying on the bed, I was only wearing a sexy thong. I turned my head away in embarrassment, only to find that the mirror on the wall reflected the entire scene in the examination room: a beautiful woman with fair skin was lying almost naked on the examination bed, with only a thin strip of fabric around her waist indicating that she still retained her last bit of privacy.
The muscular man in a vest sitting on the edge of the bed didn't glance at the beautiful scenery before him. He focused intently on picking up the baby oil, unscrewing the cap, and the sticky liquid poured down my back. His
thick palms pressed against my body, carefully spreading the baby oil all over my shoulders and back. He first tried massaging my neck: "Is it too heavy?" I was so embarrassed that I could only shake my head to express my opinion. Then he pursed his lips and began to concentrate on his work, massaging the acupoints on my neck and shoulders with both hands. After
I was completely relaxed, he poured more oil onto my back and began to push it down my spine to my waist, then back down to my shoulders. With each stroke, his hands moved slightly to the sides, and I could feel them increasingly roaming towards my body, my heart racing.
Finally, when his little finger touched the edge of my breast, he changed tactics, pressing his fingers against my back, which was covered in lubricant. Now it was from bottom to top; he started at my waist, his fingers moving like rhythmic musical notes along my back towards my shoulders, then back to my waist, each stroke lightening the pressure.
Eventually, his fingers were barely touching my skin. He continued to caress my entire back like this, and I felt my body heat up, my skin flush, waves of pleasure shooting up my groin with each touch of his fingers; the thin fabric between my legs quickly became wet and sticky.
After massaging my back, he continued massaging downwards with his palms. When he reached the thin waistband of my thong, he seemed to realize something was amiss and stopped, pulling on the strap and saying, "Can you take this off too? Otherwise, it'll get oily!" I was too embarrassed to speak, so I could only slightly raise my hips and let him pull down my thong completely. I'm sure he saw the wet, sticky stain on my crotch.
He bent down and turned off the power switch; moved the infrared lamp away from the bedside, then returned to the bedside and poured the oil onto my naked body. The warm oil dripped down my buttocks to my calves, and his warm palms gently spread the oil on my lower body.
He carefully avoided the middle area, his hands only moving on the outer side, gently massaging the left half of my buttocks before pressing down down my left leg, then the right half. After finishing
my right calf, he stopped and wiped the sweat from his face: "It's so hot, can I wipe my sweat?" The enclosed treatment room was indeed very stuffy. I turned to look at him in the mirror; his entire vest was soaked and stuck to his body. I hummed in agreement, thinking he just wanted to wipe his sweat, but he turned and walked to the cabinet, took out a towel, took off his vest to wipe his upper body clean, and then took off his trousers. Now
only wearing black briefs, completely naked, I dared not make a sound, only blushing and watching him wipe the sweat from my thighs with the towel. After wiping away his sweat, he put down the towel and turned around, revealing two large pectoral muscles and well-defined abdominal muscles beneath his broad shoulders.
He was only wearing a pair of super tight black low-rise bullet underwear, and I could see the bulge in his crotch at the top of his thick thighs, so embarrassed that I could only bury my face back in the pillow.
He returned to the bedside and began pressing with his fingers again, each time with increasing lightness… from my full, round buttocks to my long, sexy legs. He touched my smooth skin back and forth with focused, almost tender caress, and I could feel my juices seeping from my vulva, my inner thighs sticky. Suddenly, he
walked to the foot of the bed, pulled my legs apart, and climbed onto the examination table, sitting between my knees. He straddled the table like a horse, placing my knees on his thighs, poured some oil on his palms, and began massaging my inner thighs from my knees upwards. His hand slowly moved upwards until it
reached my inner thigh. Although I couldn't see it, I knew my already wet and sticky genitals were completely exposed before him. I was so ashamed that my whole body turned red and I kept panting.
He began to stroke the inside of my thighs with his fingers, so gently that it was completely teasing every nerve between my legs. His fingers followed the sticky fluid upwards, stopping near my vagina, pressing the acupoint on the innermost part of my inner thigh, and then withdrew. He didn't directly touch the place I craved most
. This only fueled my desire to an unbearable level; my juices flowed incessantly before him, my vulva engorged and gaping. His fingers slid back, still not touching my burning spot, but merely gently stroking the skin on either side of my vulva, which was covered in my juices. I knew his fingers must have been stained with my fluids. I
couldn't help but start moaning, "Mmm...mmm...oh..." I gently swayed my smooth, hairless genitals in front of him. He ignored my hints and continued to caress me. The sustained stimulation finally made me unable to hold back any longer. I lowered my head and shamelessly begged, "Play with me...mmm...please..." His fingers quickly stopped, and he lifted my thighs, spreading them wide apart. He moved closer, so close that my wet, sticky genitals could almost feel the heat of his crotch. My spread thighs were placed on his straddling thighs, my upper body prone on the examination table, my wet, sticky genitals now suspended in front of his bulging crotch, almost able to feel his heat. The lubricating
baby oil was poured directly between my buttocks, flowing down the crease and soaking my already soaked vulva. My left middle finger pressed down from my tailbone along the crease of my buttocks, slowly sliding down past my anus... to my perineum, pressing the sensitive acupoints there, then sliding back to my anus, gently rotating my left middle finger at the opening.
Suddenly, my right hand covered my pubic bone from below, enveloping my clean, hairless vulva... gently caressing it for a while, then withdrawing its hand, leaving only its right middle finger sliding back and forth around my vulva, slowly slipping inside, teasing my wet, sticky labia and swollen clitoris. "Does it feel good?" "It feels... good... mmm..." I responded softly. He
found my opening with his right middle finger and tentatively pushed it in a little... then pulled it out... then pushed it in a little more... "Mmm... mmm... play... me..." Pleasure overwhelmed me, my legs twisted my hips in front of him, I opened my mouth and gasped and moaned.
His middle finger slowly went in, deeper and deeper... deeper and deeper... after the whole finger was inside, he slightly bent his middle finger and pressed it on the protruding G-spot inside my tender cavity. I felt like my soul was about to fly away and could only moan incessantly: "Oh... so good... ah..." His middle finger was pulled out, and then his index finger followed and went in. He moved his left hand down to hold my pubic bone, lifting my lower body so that I was kneeling, and put his right middle and index fingers together, and began to thrust back and forth in my already wet vagina
. I turned to look at the reflection in the mirror. The naked, red-skinned, sexy woman was kneeling on the examination bed, her buttocks raised high, her legs bent and spread apart on both sides, presenting her genitals to the muscular man who was wearing only a pair of bullet underwear. The man was inserting his fingers into the woman's vagina, squeezing out the vaginal fluid, making obscene sucking sounds. [5] After
a while, the man suddenly opened his mouth and pressed it against the woman's buttocks, using his left hand to separate her buttocks. A hot and wet tongue licked my anus... "Hmm... Oh... Don't lick... Don't lick... There..." It was the first time a man had licked that filthy place, and I struggled and refused repeatedly out of shame. But he ignored my request, holding my buttocks firmly with his left hand, and his tongue continued to lick. I could only groan weakly and endure the itchy feeling. @&
His tongue licked my anus for a long time, then inserted it inside. I felt a warm, soft object squeeze in, then gently move back and forth, accompanied by the pleasure from his fingers touching my vagina. "Oh...ah...I'm going
to
... He didn't have much pubic hair, and his smooth, hard, and straight penis looked even more alluring. He straightened up, leaned his thighs against the edge of the bed, and stretched his thick, long penis straight in front of me. I knew what he wanted, so I lifted my head and took it in, but no matter how hard I tried to open my sexy little mouth, I could only barely take in the glans.
When I tasted the fishy, fishy flavor in my mouth, I realized that I had never performed oral sex on a man before. He reached out and held the back of my head, thrusting his lower body forward again, as if he wanted me to take it in a little more, but my mouth was already full, with no room left. He didn't force it and pulled it out of my mouth. At this
moment, the drool-covered penis in front of me seemed to swell even more, as thick as a woman's wrist and over twenty-five centimeters long, sticking straight up, almost pressed against his eight-pack abs.
He walked to the foot of the bed, climbed on top of me, first turning me onto my back, then lifting my legs and pushing them forward. He pressed down on my knees, making my lower body form an "M" shape, then took a pillow and placed it under my buttocks, making my soaked vulva protrude completely
. I turned my head away in shame, unable to look at his face, but I could see the image in the mirror clearly. The long-haired, naked woman with a dazed look was lying on the bed, panting. Her full breasts rose and fell with her rapid heartbeat. Her flushed, oily body was shamelessly laid out in front of the strange man. The strange man, his muscles bulging with sweat, looked at the beautiful sight before him with excitement... Finally, the man pressed down on me with his huge erect penis. He first poured some baby oil on his penis and spread it evenly, then poured more oil into my engorged and open cavity. Then he used his hand to press his erect penis down, pressing it against my slit. He pressed down on my bent knees with both hands, moved his position so that his penis was aligned with my cavity, and forcefully thrust it in.
I felt my vaginal opening being squeezed and stretched open, as if it were about to tear. I struggled and writhed in agony, crying out, "It hurts...it hurts...it hurts..." But my entire body was firmly pinned to the examination table by his massive frame, and I couldn't escape.
Just as I was wailing that I couldn't take it anymore, his huge glans, accompanied by slippery, oily fluid, suddenly forced its way in. "Aaaah..." Tears welled up in my eyes, and I gasped for breath. Although this time there wasn't the tearing pain of my first time, the feeling of my vaginal opening being completely stretched open was even more unbearable. Only then did I understand what childbirth felt like.
He considerately stopped moving, lowered his head and kissed me, saying, "Bear with it, it'll feel good later." After comforting me for a while, he straightened up and poured some baby oil onto the base of his penis. The lubricating oil flowed down my vaginal opening, and he began to slowly push in, gently but firmly. As
his huge glans penetrated deeper, my already engorged vagina stretched open further. Time seemed to freeze, and I could only open my mouth and moan desperately, enduring the pain of being penetrated and the pleasure of my body filling up: "Oh...it hurts...it hurts...it's torn..." His hard, steel-like penis finally forced open my cervix with my cries, and the huge glans penetrated all the way into my uterus. My wet body swallowed his giant penis whole.
When his lower abdomen pressed against my pubic bone, I climaxed again… He stopped, poured a generous amount of baby oil over my body, spread it evenly on my skin, and then, while stroking my smooth, full breasts, lowered his head to suckle my hard, swollen nipples. Slowly, my body, which had climaxed
twice, finally regained sensation. I felt the huge, hard penis that penetrated my cavity all the way to my uterus pulsating with his breathing. As the numbness and pain in my cavity subsided, the pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and my lower body began to sway gently involuntarily, as if telling him that she wanted more. The man felt it, and
he began to slowly pull out. "Mmm...oh..." I moaned softly, my vaginal cavity, which had just been penetrated, gradually becoming empty and unable to close, flowing with thick fluid, anticipating the next round of filling.
He pulled his penis out only a small part, then slowly inserted it again, and then slowly pulled it out again... Each time, he gradually increased the speed and amplitude of his thrusts. He kissed me again: "Is it good?" I could only answer with pleasurable moans: "Oh...mmm...oh..." I focused on feeling the extreme pleasure of my vaginal walls being scraped back and forth by the huge glans.
"Is it good?" he pressed, seeking a definite answer.
"So...comfortable...oh..." "Do you like me fucking you?" It was the first time a man had asked me such obscene words, and I could only whisper, "I like it...um...oh..." "Like what?" "I...like...you...oh...fuck me..." "Want me to fuck you harder?" The shame combined with the constant pleasure surging through my lower body made me moan ecstatically, "Yes...um...I want it..." "Then beg me, beg me to fuck you hard." "Oh...please...please...fuck me hard..." He grabbed my calves and placed them on his shoulders, then pressed down, bending my body until my knees were pressed against the sides of my breasts, my wet vulva completely exposed beneath his body. He began to violently thrust his lower body, each thrust pulling his penis almost out of my vagina, then plunging it deep inside me
. "Wow...oh...so deep...so strong..." I groaned and cried out.
He panted and said, "Do you like it...do you like me doing it to you like this?" "I like it...yes...oh...I like it...you...doing it to me like this..." I tilted my head back, yearning for his kiss, and he immediately pressed down, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth and stirring it around.
"Oh...fuck me...harder...fuck me..." I gripped his thick arms with both hands, my whole body trembling, my nails almost digging into his skin, and the juices from my vagina sprayed out like spurts as his huge penis thrust in and out...This intense intercourse lasted for more than twenty minutes, and I reached an unprecedented climax.
Seeing me collapse, he stopped moving, withdrawing his enormous penis from my wet vagina. A large puddle of vaginal fluid mixed with oil immediately flowed from my opening. He gently patted me, and when I looked up, I saw that his giant penis was still hard and erect. I weakly asked, "You... haven't come out yet?" He smiled and shook his head. "Rest for a bit. I'll go prepare some things and give you a spa treatment later." "Oh..." My brain, still floating in mid-air, was too weak to understand his words. I could only gasp and agree, watching him walk out of the examination room with his shiny muscles and his enormous penis
. I closed my eyes and heard footsteps approaching the bathroom next door, followed by the sound of a bucket being filled with water. I thought he was going to help me wash up, but when he returned and I opened my eyes, I saw him holding an empty basin in his left hand and a bucket of hot water in his right. His enormous penis was still hard and erect below his abdomen.
He placed the empty basin at the foot of the bed, then took a large tube from the cabinet and put it into the bucket of hot water. He walked to the treatment bed, reached out and picked me up, turned me over so I was kneeling on the bed, lowered my upper body and raised my hips, assuming the position I had been in during the final stage of the oil massage. Completely powerless, I could only turn my head to look in the mirror at what he was doing
. He climbed back onto the bed, knelt behind me, moved the basin under my buttocks, and took out a hot towel to gently wipe me down. "Why are you doing this in such a shameful way to wipe my body?" I was full of questions but unable to ask.
Then I realized he was only focusing on wiping my buttocks. After wiping my buttocks once, he flipped the towel over and used his fingers to wipe my cleft. After cleaning it, he leaned his head over and started licking my anus.
Pleasure immediately surged through my brain. His wet, hot tongue kept licking my anus, and then again, his tongue slowly pushed into my anus... Having just experienced three orgasms, my whole body was so sensitive that every nerve seemed to be magnified tenfold, let alone having such a private place being gently licked by a strong man. A warm tongue kept probing in and out of my sphincter. "Mmm...oh...lick me..." I could only groan and endure this strange pleasure.
He licked for a while, then poured oil into my buttocks and slowly inserted his middle finger into my slippery anus. I had never been anally penetrated before, but it didn't hurt when his finger went in completely; instead, it felt like a full, pleasurable sensation. His middle finger explored
my rectum for a while before being pulled out...A little while later, a thin, hard object was inserted. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, only to find that the tube he had just taken out of the cabinet was actually a huge syringe, now filled with warm water and inserted into my anus. I finally understood what he meant by "hydrotherapy," and blushed, burying my face in the pillow, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.
The warm liquid began to be pushed into my rectum. At first, it felt good, but when he added a second tube of warm water, my stomach gradually swelled, and I felt like I needed to defecate. After the second tube of liquid was completely poured in, my lower abdomen felt extremely bloated.
"It's so bloated...no more...please..." He ignored my pleas, pulled out the syringe, filled it again, and put it back in. The warm water continued to be poured in, and my bloated abdomen now only felt like I wanted to ejaculate.
"Really no more...I can't take it anymore..." I struggled and twisted helplessly, but with a hard object inserted into my anus, I didn't dare to break free too violently. I could only endure it and let him finish pouring in the third tube of warm water.
When he pulled the syringe out, I felt my sphincter was about to give way, and liquid was trickling out of my anus. He was about to draw a fourth syringe, but seeing my condition, he put it down and inserted his left middle finger to plug my anus. I tried my best
to hold it in, unwilling to defecate in front of him: "Let me... oh... let me... go to the toilet..." He ignored me, and suddenly inserted two fingers of his right hand into my vagina, starting to thrust in and out of my recently ejaculated cavity. The intense pleasure, accompanied by the uncontrollable fullness of my abdomen, made me cry out repeatedly: "Oh... stop... please... no..." After being played with like this for almost five minutes, he finally pulled his right hand fingers out of my body, first grabbing a basin and bringing it to the back of my anus, then pulling his left middle finger out of my anus as well. This time I couldn't control myself anymore, and I cried out "Waaah..." My anus, like a fire hydrant that had been opened, violently gushed out the three tubs of warm water along with the accumulated feces into the basin. I
was overwhelmed with shame, sobbing uncontrollably with my head down. I couldn't believe I'd stooped to performing urination in front of a man, yet I couldn't help feeling an intense pleasure as the fluid gushed from my anus.
He watched me sob and patted my buttocks comfortingly: "Relax, spa treatments are very comfortable and healthy." "Other...female clients...boo...will they make you...boo...do this...?" I asked him, crying. His
expression suddenly turned serious: "Yes! Lots." "Liar...liar...wait..." He didn't respond, carrying the basin full of filth to the bathroom to empty it. He rinsed the basin clean and brought it back, walked to my side, and kissed me: "But...I didn't treat you as a guest!" "Then...what did you treat me as?" "I just wanted you to experience all the pleasures of a woman." He answered earnestly. Looking into his sincere eyes and his strong muscles, I suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
"Continue," he waved the empty basin in his hand.
"Mmm." I looked at his still hard and huge penis between his legs, and lowered my head in shame... (Chapter 4) So the same process was repeated again and again, and I continued to endure that intense, humiliating pleasure, until the fourth time when the fluid I ejaculated was clear and clean without any odor, he finally stopped. K
took the bucket and basin to the bathroom to empty them, then returned behind me. He climbed onto the bed and began to lick my still-ravaged anus in a gentler way. Pleasure spread from my anus with the movement of his tongue...spreading throughout my lower abdomen. I almost thought my rectum would leak precum.
He licked for a while, then poured some oil on my anus, and then inserted his middle finger, starting to thrust in and out of my anus. "Oh...oh...um..." I could only move my hips to express my feelings. Just thinking about a strong man treating the most unclean part of a woman's body with such care was enough to bring me to orgasm.
His middle finger gently burrowed in and out of my anus, then his index finger followed. "Is it uncomfortable?" he asked me cautiously.
"It's...so comfortable...mmm...playing...me..." I felt my trembling vagina start to gush again. He carefully held my buttocks, gently inserting two fingers into my anus, then his ring finger pushed up, "Oh..." My moans grew louder.
"Relax." Under his soothing touch, my sphincter was slowly stretched to an unprecedented degree. He poured some oil into my anus and began to ravage it with three fingers... After inserting like this for a while, he withdrew his fingers. Although I couldn't see, I could feel my anus slowly closing. He got off the bed again, first taking something out of the cabinet, then going out to the bathroom to retrieve the syringe.
"Do you want to do hydrotherapy?" I asked in a low voice, blushing. He smiled and shook his head, then knelt behind the bed, scooped half a syringe of baby oil from the bottle, and inserted it into my anus, filling my entire rectum with the sticky oil.
He then picked up another object; I turned to look and saw it was an electric dildo. While not as large as the one between his legs, it was still much larger than a normal man's. He pressed the dildo against my oil-covered anus and began pushing it in. "Oh…no…I'm scared…" Having never experienced anal sex before, I couldn't help but feel nervous. The thought of exposing my most private parts to a strange man and letting him play with them so freely filled me with shame. " Come
on... relax..." The dildo squeezed past my stretched sphincter muscles, then slowly slid in along the lubricant... until only a small section of the dildo's end remained outside my anus. He then turned the knob on the end, and the dildo began to vibrate inside my rectum.
The electric shock-like sensation traveled through the intestinal wall into my body cavity, and my vagina almost immediately gushed fluid.
"Oh...fuck me! Fuck me! Please..." I groaned, swaying my hips, but he ignored my pleas, turning the switch on the dildo stronger and stronger.
Finally, my entire lower abdomen felt like it had been electrocuted, the intense pleasure shooting from my anus all the way to my uterus. I couldn't help but scream, my wet, sticky vagina gushing out fluid, soaking most of the paper sheets.
Seeing my climaxing, he finally leaned in with satisfaction, thrusting his huge penis back into my vagina from behind, pumping wildly. "Yes...fuck me...like that...harder...fuck me..." I lay on the bed like a bitch in heat, my round, wet buttocks raised, enjoying the man's thrusts.
Two huge, hard objects were inserted into my body through the intestinal wall. One vibrated violently, the other thrust rapidly. I couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake anymore. I just felt like my entire lower body was melting... He held my waist and asked breathlessly, "Do you like me doing this... fucking you?" "I like it... oh... I like it..." "Then you'll come every day from now on... come every day and let me fuck you..." "Mmm... okay... every day... come... mmm... fuck me..." I shook my long hair and shouted wildly, my juices and oil splattering at our point of contact.
"Come here and let me fuck your hole?" he asked again. The huge penis thrusting in and out
of my vagina made my heart soar to the heavens: "Mmm...yes...let you...fuck me...fuck me...oh...my pussy..." "Want me to fuck your ass too?" The dildo in my anus vibrated the deepest desires of my soul: "Oh...let you...oh...fuck me...fuck my ass..." "Then beg me to fuck you every day from now on." "Please...mmm...every day...from now on...oh...fuck me..." "Please let me fuck your ass." "Please...please...fuck...fuck my ass..." The climax pushed me to shamelessly repeat his obscene words, completely disregarding their meaning.
He straightened up and withdrew from my vagina, also pulling the dildo out of my anus. I only felt thick liquid gushing out from both holes, unable to distinguish between oil and vaginal fluid. I groaned and turned to look in the mirror. His muscles ,
glistening with sweat, were incredibly alluring. A thick, erect penis stood between his legs, pressed against my high, oily buttocks. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on my cleft. He reached out and parted my buttocks, pushing his thick, erect penis against my anus. He panted and began to force it in… I, who had never been able to accept anal sex before, now stared excitedly at the penis pressing against my cleft. I knew the pain from before was about to repeat itself, only this time through another entrance to my body, an entrance that had never been entered by any other man
. Although the dildo had already stretched my anus quite wide, it was still difficult to deal with his much larger real penis. As soon as his enormous glans began to push in, I immediately felt a sharp, tearing pain rush to my head; my sphincter felt like it was being ripped apart. He still couldn't get it in.
"It hurts...it hurts...it's going to tear...no more...waaaah..." Tears streamed down my face.
"Relax...don't use force...or you'll get hurt..." He gasped, pushing a couple more times, then withdrew, picked up the oil bottle, poured more oil into my anus, and then pushed in again. He held my buttocks firmly with both hands, and I had no choice but to obediently relax my body. My anus was stretched wider and wider until finally he slowly began to push in.
"Waaah...no...I'm going to die...it hurts...no more...please...please..." I struggled, tears streaming down my face, but he just held my body firmly and continued to slowly push in.
"Ah! Please! Please! No more! I don't want to anymore!" I cried out wildly.
"Just now you...begged me to fuck your ass...relax..." He continued to work hard, and finally he thrust his huge glans, as big as a woman's fist, into my anus. He stopped, and I felt as if my buttocks had been split in two. I cried and asked him, "Am I...torn?" He looked down and examined me carefully. "No!" He dipped his finger in the oil that had been squeezed out of my anus and held it up to me. "Look, there's no bleeding!" Indeed, the liquid on his finger was clear and shiny, without a trace of dark red blood. He was probably too tightly gripped to move by me: " Relax
..." I said painfully, "I can't... relax... it really... hurts too much..." "Your asshole has never been penetrated by a man before." "Hmm!" He tenderly lowered his head and kissed the back of my neck: "Then let's try a different position." He reached out and lifted me up from under my legs, straightened up, and carried me off the bed like a father carrying his little daughter to pee, walked around to the mirror, then turned and sat back on the edge of the bed, so we were now facing the mirror.
I looked up at myself in the mirror, a naked woman swaying her full breasts, her slender waist covered in oil and sweat, her legs spread apart and on tiptoe on the man's thick thighs, her back against his broad chest. @I
squatted on top of his genitals like I was taking a dump. The mirror clearly reflected my wet, smooth opening and his penis inserted into my anus. He stared at the obscene image in the mirror, our eyes meeting. I turned away in shame, unable to look any longer.
Indeed, this position allowed the rectum to fully open, reducing the pain considerably. I remembered a suggestion from a health column in the newspaper: "Girls who are used to constipation and can't defecate while sitting can try squatting." But at this moment, the hard object inserted into my anus only wanted to go in, not out. He considerately didn't push harder, but simply held my waist: "Come on, sit down yourself." I endured the throbbing, numb pain and tried to put all my weight on the iron rod inserted into my anus. Slowly
, my rectum gradually opened up, "Oh... in... in... oh..." My body slid lower and lower.
He reached around to my front and kneaded my breasts repeatedly. After about ten minutes, finally, my buttocks landed on his pubic bone. I looked in the mirror and saw that my anus had completely swallowed his thick penis.
It was an indescribable feeling, perhaps like being constipated for a week… that feeling of being stuck halfway. Physically, it was a little uncomfortable and a little pleasurable, but psychologically, it was a complete sense of shame about “how could I let a man penetrate me like that?”
He wrapped his left arm around my waist and slowly swayed his body up and down. "Oh...oh...so thick...so hard..." His enormous penis began to slide in and out of my rectum. I finally understood why those foreigners were so enthusiastic about this. Compared to the somewhat hazy pleasure of intercourse, anal sex, though less comfortable, offered a deeper and more intense sensation. I could even directly feel the length and thickness of the hard object inside my anus. As
he thrust into my rear, he reached out with his right hand to grab the dildo he had just tossed at the foot of the bed, turned it on, and inserted it into my vagina from the front.
"Oh...um...so good...play with me..." I leaned against his strong chest, fully enjoying the intense pleasure coursing through my lower body.
"Do you like it?" "Mmm...I like it...Oh..." "Do you like men fucking your ass?" "I like it...I like it...fuck me...fuck my ass..." Semen and oil flowed down the hard rods inserted into my two holes, wetting the floor. His movements became more and more intense, "What do you like men to use to fuck your ass?" he roared.
"Oh...I like it...I like it...using...using..." "Using a big cock!" "Yes...oh...using a big...using a big cock..." "Say it! Say you like men to fuck your ass with a big cock." "I like...I like...men using...oh...using a big cock...ah...using a big cock...fuck me...fuck my ass..." He suddenly stood up, grabbed my legs, lifted me up and then slammed me down. The dildo fell out of my vagina, and my entire weight was supported only by the huge dildo inserted in my rectum.
He turned me to face the mirror, put my legs down, and we looked at the obscene scene in the mirror together
. "Is it pretty?" "Pretty...pretty...um...ah..." The fair-skinned, long-haired beauty's full breasts swayed back and forth, her body covered in oil, her buttocks raised, enduring the lewdness of the dark, muscular man behind her. The man's strong, muscular body, glistening with sweat, moved rapidly like a machine, his thick, hard penis penetrating her rectum.
"Do you like having oil applied and then being fucked by a man?" "Yes...I like it..." "Is it good to have oil applied and then be fucked?" "Yes...oh...so comfortable..." "Then come again tomorrow, and I'll apply oil for you again. Okay?" "Okay...I'll come tomorrow...tomorrow...apply oil..." "After applying oil, let a man fuck your asshole." "Yes...oh...let a man...fuck me...fuck my asshole..." My whole body went numb, only the intense pleasure from my penetrated intestines remained. With the violent thrusting of the penis in my anus, I felt as if my intestines were being ripped out of my body. I opened my mouth, moaning and shouting vulgar words that I would never dare to use before. It seemed that the more vulgar and obscene I spoke, the stronger my pleasure became.
"Use my big cock to fuck your slutty asshole." "Yes... use... big cock... fuck my... slutty... asshole..." "Say it! Say you're a slutty woman who likes men to fuck her asshole!" "I... oh... am... a slutty woman who likes... likes... letting... men fuck... fuck her asshole!" The orgasm suddenly gripped me like a wild beast, biting and snarling, my juices dripping from my opening... I was still lost in the throes of orgasm when he pulled back, pulled his hard cock out of my anus, turned me around, lifted my legs, and made me hug him from the front.
My breasts pressed against his thick pectoral muscles, he opened his mouth and kissed me, thrusting upwards, then pushed his huge, oily cock into my gushing hole. The enormous glans, along with the slippery juices, penetrated deeper into my body, once again opening my cervix and thrusting directly into my uterus. " Oh
...ah...fuck me to death..." I stuck out his tongue, hanging on his muscular body like a koala, screaming wildly.
He held me, lifting me up and down repeatedly: "Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death with my big cock..." "Oh...fuck me to death...ah...fuck me to death with my big cock..." We were covered in hot, wet sweat and sticky fluid, violently raping each other like madmen. I had forgotten how many orgasms I had tonight, only feeling that the big cock inside me getting bigger and hotter, burning through my internal organs like a torch.
He held me like that, "I'm going to cum!" he roared, "I'm going to cum inside..." "Oh...no...don't...cum inside..." I whispered, but I was powerless to resist as I was gushing with lustful fluids during my orgasm
. "Ah...fuck you! Fuck you to death with my big cock!" He held me tightly, leaving no gap, his lower body thrusting forward desperately, as if trying to squeeze his entire body into my hole.
"Please...oh...please shoot...shoot in my asshole...inside..." I wanted to find a less harmful way for him to release his pent-up desire. "
No! I want to shoot inside your cunt!" Before he could answer, his huge glans was already inside my uterus, throbbing rhythmically.
"No...oh...don't...inside my cunt..." I could only weakly try to push him away with my hands, but he ignored me completely, lowering his head and biting my nipple.
"Fuck you to death! I'll shoot it all into you...all...in...in...it..." Amidst his roar, I felt gushes of semen, like a hot spring, gushing from his engorged penis, almost filling my uterus. I ejaculated one last time.
"Oh...shoot...all into me...shoot it inside...my body..." I didn't care about anything anymore, I opened my mouth and screamed wildly, my juices gushing out like urine. Everything went black, and I passed out...

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