The story of a martial arts youth and a beautiful young woman

The Story of a Martial Arts Youth and a Beautiful Young Woman 1

I was 18, a freshman in college. My parents were both working in another city.
My family owned an apartment about 30 minutes from the university, which was usually empty. Every weekend I would go home to visit, sometimes cooking something,
sometimes inviting a few friends or classmates for a meal, drinking until we were both drunk.

Across from my apartment building was a rather old-looking building with an open staircase. On
the floor opposite my apartment, four families lived, including a couple in their late
twenties. I remember when I was little, I would shoot soybeans at the stairs of the opposite building with a slingshot. Unexpectedly,
the woman (who was in her early twenties and had recently married) happened to be coming up the stairs and got her face covered in soybeans.
She angrily yelled at me for a while. I was about twelve years old then and didn't dare to talk back.

One summer, I came home from university and was watering my mother's plants on my balcony when I happened to see
the young woman across the street tidying up chairs in the open corridor.

She was wearing a tight-fitting nightgown, her figure voluptuous and sexy, part of her breasts exposed, which aroused me greatly.
Suddenly , she casually turned around and glanced in my direction. I saw her face clearly; it was
the face of a beautiful young woman, not as vibrant as a young girl's, but possessing a more mature beauty. When she bent over, I could even see
the cleft of her buttocks outlined by her tight nightgown. As I looked, my lower body involuntarily hardened…

From that moment on, I was determined to get my hands on this woman.

Finally, the opportunity arrived. One day, I watched her from the balcony for a long time. She went to buy groceries with a shopping basket. I rushed
downstairs. With my speed, I finally caught up with her at the roadside.

I greeted her proactively, "Madam, hello!"

She looked at me in surprise, "Do we know each other?"

I smiled and said, "No, we don't know each other. But I live in the building across from yours. I'm
a university student at the University of International Relations. A few years ago, I was playing with soybeans using a slingshot and accidentally hit you. Now, I realize more and more
how wrong I am. Please forgive me for my youthful ignorance back then."

The young woman's beautiful face suddenly turned embarrassed, "Ah! That happened so many years ago, why bring it
up again? (Bringing it up is obviously to get to you!) You were such a small child back then, and now you're all grown up,
in university!"

I said, "Yes! Madam, if there's anything I can help you with in the future, please don't hesitate to ask. I want to make it up to you." " I apologize for any
disrespect."

She smiled again and said, "Oh, no need. My husband and I don't have children, and we're not busy at home.
My husband and I used to be English teachers at a foreign language institute, but he went into business, and I took
a leave of absence without pay, citing health reasons. So there's nothing we can help with at home."

I feigned surprise and said, "So you're an English teacher! That's great. Could you help me learn
English ?"

She became interested and said, "Sure! I don't have anything to do at home anyway. Come on over!"

I pretended to be overjoyed and said, "Thank you! Can you come to my house? My parents will
welcome you!"

She said, "I need to buy groceries first."

To show my "sincerity," I bought the groceries for her and took them home. Then she came to my house.

After she entered, I invited her to sit down and then went to make her some tea.

She quickly sensed something was wrong: "Where are your parents?"

"My parents work in another city, it's just me at home,"

she said. "But you just said your parents would welcome me."

I chuckled wickedly and said, "If I hadn't said that, would you have come?"

She suddenly stood up: "What do you mean?"

At 18, my desire burned fiercely, and I had long since lost my reason. I pounced on her
and pinned her down. In college, being in the throes of puberty and still a virgin, I had nowhere to
vent my desires, so I consistently exercised—boxing, swimming, basketball, martial arts, and so on became my means of release. Because of
my consistent exercise, my physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, so I easily subdued her. Then I forcefully kissed her lips.

She resisted weakly, panting heavily, which only further aroused my lust. I felt
my lower body was about to explode. My hands began to caress her breasts, then slipped down into her long skirt
…

She resisted silently, but I could already see that the beautiful young woman was actually half-heartedly giving in. I didn't
expose her intentions, but instead picked her up and carried her to the bed, starting to undress her.

Removing her top wasn't difficult, and soon her pair of mature, large breasts were revealed,
trembling , full and soft, with two purple nipples—it almost made my nose bleed. I hurriedly
licked her beautiful breasts again and again, taking her nipples into my mouth. She couldn't help but make "hmm" sounds.

At 18, my lust was burning, and I knew nothing of technique or patience, so I quickly started to peel off her long skirt.
After removing the skirt, her sexy, beautiful thighs were revealed. I immediately grabbed one thigh, kissing and caressing it,
then the other…

When I reached to remove her panties, she finally began to resist again, grabbing them tightly. I tried
several times without success, then suddenly had an idea, so I said to her, "Okay! If you really don't want to, then forget
it. I'll let you go."

With that, I supported her slender waist and helped her stand up. After she steadied herself, she tried to push my
hands away, and I seized the opportunity to grab her panties and pull them off.

The beautiful young woman cried out in surprise, but it was too late…

I had finally stripped her naked. My eyes were already burning with desire, and I could no longer restrain myself. So I stripped off myself
and leaped onto her.

The beautiful young woman no longer resisted, but silently endured my ravaging, occasionally letting out
moans of “hmm,” “hmm,” “ah,” “ah,” which further aroused my lust.

I parted her legs and tried to insert my erect penis into her lower body, but I couldn't get it in after several attempts.
So I leaned close to her ear and said, “Baby, this is my first time, please help me, okay?”

The beautiful young woman opened her eyes, her face flushed, and immediately closed them again. Her hand gently grasped my penis and
aimed it at her vagina, and I thrust in all at once!

The feeling after entering was warm, and the soft vaginal walls rubbed against my penis, producing an unprecedented
pleasure . I felt like I was floating on clouds…

I reached out and lifted her plump, white buttocks, then, in sync with the thrusting of my penis, began a piston-like motion.
Being a virgin, I obviously couldn't last long and ejaculated quickly.

After ejaculating, I grabbed the beautiful young woman's pair of sexy breasts and kneaded them repeatedly. She then turned to me,
enduring the pain, and said, "You really are a virgin, otherwise you wouldn't have come so quickly."

This time she stayed at my house for over four hours, and I ejaculated three times. The beautiful young woman no longer pretended to be innocent and
began to whisper sweet nothings to me. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet often.

From then on, I went home more often and no longer easily held parties at home. The beautiful young woman's
moans replaced the clinking of glasses with my friends.

Once, after we finished making love, I told her I wanted to try something different. She agreed, but on the condition that I wouldn't
leave any marks on her body so her husband wouldn't find out. I, of course, agreed.

The first "something different" was: whipping. I made her kneel on the bed, elbows propped on her forearms, her beautiful, sexy, plump
buttocks . Then I whipped her buttocks with a belt, and she immediately cried out, "Ah! It hurts so much—!"
Then I switched to slapping her buttocks with my hands, one slap after another, "slap," "slap," slap, until her
plump buttocks were bright red.

As I slapped her, she twisted her big buttocks and cried out in a wanton voice, "Ah! Ah! It hurts! Please
stop hitting me! I'll do anything you want!" I showed no mercy and continued to hit her.

Often after hitting her for a while, I would get an erection, and then I would grab her thighs and rape
her from behind, at which point she would cry out even more lewdly.

When I was tired of hitting her and tired of fucking her, I would order her to lie on her back on the bed, raise her legs towards the sky,
exposing her vagina and anus completely, and then I would insert my fingers into her vagina and stroke her anus
. What made her most uncomfortable was the slapping of her vagina. Every time, she would involuntarily try to close her legs. I commanded her that
if she closed her legs, she would be beaten, so she was caught in a dilemma, unable to close them or not, and her moans grew louder, which
excited .

During this time, the beautiful young woman took the initiative to cook for me, and each time we ate a sumptuous meal. Of course, after
she was full , I still couldn't stop tormenting her.

Once, she bought me red wine and cooked a table full of dishes. I told her to take off her clothes before she could eat. She obediently
complied. Looking at her sexy naked body, I couldn't help but feel a burning desire. I grabbed her and started to force her to drink. After
a few sips, seeing that she didn't resist at all, I couldn't help but soften and quickly stopped. Her face was flushed, and she said in a coquettish voice
like , "You're bullying me!" Then she leaned against me. I suddenly hugged her, lifted her onto
the bed, and pounced on her like a tiger pouncing on its prey...

When we ate again, the food was already cold, and she took the dishes to the kitchen to heat them up while naked. I
fell asleep in bed.

Another game we played was that I would make her drink a lot of water until she had a big belly, then I wouldn't let her go to
the toilet and would squeeze her belly to play with it. Only when she couldn't take it anymore would I go to the toilet with her, make her squat
on the toilet, and watch her urinate. At first she disagreed, but later she couldn't resist my insistence, so she started "fountainting."
Watching , I couldn't help but reach out and touch the "water source." When my hand passed over her anus, I found that her
anus was in its most relaxed state when she urinated, making it easy for my finger to enter.

Bathing with the beautiful young woman was my happiest time, and my favorite part at that time was her anus. I
often used my finger dipped in shower gel as lubricant to insert into her anus and poke around. She would moan each time, but
couldn't cry out because my kisses sealed her mouth.

Several times I wanted to have anal sex with her, but she refused. Okay, I can wait for my chance. Once, when we went to the countryside together, she needed to urinate, but there was no toilet. So I kept watch while she urinated behind

a large rock.
Hearing the sound of water, I immediately went over, squatted down, and inserted my fingers into her relaxed anus. She let out a soft
cry, her urination temporarily interrupted, but quickly resumed. While she was still urinating and hadn't gotten up, I lay flat,
unzipped my pants, and quickly inserted my already erect penis into her relaxed anus, then began thrusting without warning.

She screamed in pain but couldn't break free. Fortunately, it was my first time anal sex with her, and the excitement quickly reached its peak,
ejaculating into her rectum.

From then on, I frequently had anal sex with her. After the first time, she went from pain to pleasure, and then to enjoyment.

Another game was bondage. I tied her hands together, then used another rope to tie them to the headboard.
After tying her up, I sat on her stomach and began grabbing her ribs and armpits, admiring the beautiful sight of her writhing on the bed
.

After admiring her enough, I began practicing "yin-yang breast-grabbing hands," which involved grabbing and kneading her breasts, pulling the nipples
upwards , and then making clockwise and counter-clockwise movements. Then I would press her stomach, forcing her to fart.
Of course, was too embarrassed to fart. Since she couldn't, I used that as an excuse to spank her. I'd command, "
Turn around! Stick your butt out!" The beautiful young woman would obediently turn around, stick her butt out, and let me spank her however I wanted.

Often, after a short while, I'd get an erection, so each time she wasn't in much pain, she'd start enjoying my
defilement of her again…

I kept practicing with her throughout university. Later, after graduating, I left my hometown
to work , and that 's　　when I lost contact with her. I wonder how she is now, whether she's still so sexy and charming?

2. The Story of the Martial Arts Youth and the Beautiful Young Woman---Continued: Exciting Bed Scenes

Continued:

Exciting Bed Scenes ********** ... (Clenching fists in greeting) 　　At the request of several friends, and to repay their expectations, I intend to describe in more detail, especially the "bedroom scenes." However, I am not a literary person and cannot write with the brilliance and elegance of a writer, so please forgive me. I studied science and engineering in university in China. I guess you've already noticed that my writing style is full of blunt truths, lacking any aesthetic appeal. :) 　　By the way: my love affair with that beautiful young woman did indeed happen . At that time, I was eighteen or nineteen years old, at the age when I was incredibly "energetic," while she was "like a wolf."

When we were "tigers" (a metaphor for intense sexual activity), we needed each other, so we naturally hit it off
immediately . Moreover, we were both so-called "intellectuals" (a university student and a university English teacher), so there were no barriers or differences in our emotional communication.

Some might ask: if you two were having so much fun, why didn't her husband show up? Don't worry, you'll find out below
.

Besides, I paid a considerable price for our pleasure at that time. (Of course,
everything comes at a price; there's no such thing as a free lunch!)

Don't misunderstand, the "price" I'm referring to isn't money. Her husband is a businessman; they have plenty of money, so
she wouldn't ask me for money. Furthermore, while I enjoy sexual pleasure, I can never accept "money-for-sex" transactions.
If I had to pay to have sex, I would definitely become impotent! Because I've always believed that sex should be a feeling... Sex is a behavior that only happens
between ; it can only happen when there is love. So, no matter how much money I have, I can
buy anything except sex. Does anyone else feel the same way?

Oops, I've gone off-topic. The price I'm talking about is that my grades
plummeted ; I failed several subjects. I had to cram for the entire summer vacation without going out to barely pass.
From then on, she often checked on my grades like an older sister and gave me
a lot of help with my spoken English. She often told me to finish my homework before we went on dates. So, although my
grades still weren't great, I managed to pass my exams by a narrow margin each time. :)

I offer this piece to express my longing for my older sister-like lover; I have no intention of disparaging her.
********** ...

" 　　Although we like to play the sadist and the victim when we play 'fancy games,' I'm always very gentle with her after the game ends , and we've long since started calling each other brother and sister. 　　The beautiful young woman initially didn't want to say anything, but after I coaxed her a few times, she sighed and said, 'Ah! Actually, there's nothing to be afraid of. I've given you my body, why would I care about these things?'" " 　　After saying that, she began to tell me her story with her husband. 　　They were both university English lecturers, teaching English classes to students. Because their income was low, her husband always said they should wait until they had money to have children, otherwise they wouldn't have enough to raise them and would neglect them. Although they didn't have much money then, their relationship was strong; they supported and cared for each other. 　　Later, a good friend of her husband's became successful in business and recommended him to partner with him, partly to help his friend and partly to expand his own influence. So her husband resigned and went into business, and she supported him, thinking that they should earn more money for their unborn child. 　　Her husband's business went smoothly, and he quickly accumulated his initial capital. The business grew bigger and bigger, and she no longer needed to take the bus to work for her meager salary. She used sick leave as an excuse to take unpaid leave and became a stay-at-home wife. 　　Hearing this, I couldn't help but interject, 'With money, why don't you buy a villa to live in?' 　　The beautiful young woman laughed and tapped my forehead with her finger: 'I told you you're a child, didn't I? You still won't admit it.'" " 　　Given her family's financial strength, buying five luxury villas in the suburbs plus two BMWs wouldn't have been a problem. However, they didn't. Firstly, they were worried about security. Business people are more vulnerable to being targeted and murdered, especially since her husband was away most of the time . Hiring bodyguards was an option, but they couldn't be with you 24/7, and besides, bodyguards aren't 100% reliable; many business owners have been betrayed by their bodyguards. 　　The second, and most important, reason was their fear of government tax officials auditing the company's accounts. Because if you bought luxury..." A large villa is tantamount to announcing to the whole society, "I'm rich! My money came too fast , come and investigate me!" 　　Of course, not everyone is afraid of government tax bureau audits. Her husband's company was clearly making a fortune by submitting false accounts; that is, the company made money, but the books showed a loss, so the company didn't pay taxes , and the company owners could pocket all the profits. 　　Actually, this is quite common in the business world; company books are kept in two sets, one for external use and one for internal use. In this situation, they naturally had to keep a low profile. However, they had already bought three houses in the neighborhood, plus... Their own house, combined into four apartments, was transformed into a duplex , no less impressive than a villa, and no outsiders would ever know. They also owned several other properties in other cities, some for rent, others as vacation homes. 　　However, their happiness in their self-created "palace" didn't last long. Her husband developed the occupational hazard . Needless to say, good men are rare in the business world; it's the prevailing atmosphere. Although he had a beautiful wife at home, her husband was constantly philandering, keeping mistresses. She was furious, yet still held onto a sliver of hope , thinking that perhaps he would change as he aged. The man was constantly having affairs and hadn't slept with her in a long time, often staying away from home for weeks at a time. The devoted woman, however, was still bitterly waiting for her prodigal son to return. 　　As she finished speaking, the beautiful young woman was already in tears. I quickly pulled her into my arms, gently comforting her, using my kisses to soothe her wounds. Unexpectedly, my attempts to comfort her only made her cry harder. 　　Young and inexperienced, I didn't know many techniques for comforting women, so I pulled her body onto mine, caressing her smooth, alabaster back and rounded buttocks, kissing her incessantly. After a while, she calmed down and asked, choking back sobs, "Good brother, what should I do?" 　　My strength lies in thinking, not in instantaneous reaction, so I told her, "I need to think about it."

Then I suddenly turned around and pinned her down, now that she had stopped crying. My chest pressed against her full,
sexy breasts, feeling soft and incredibly comfortable. I held her head in my hands, licking her
face with my tongue, kissing every part of her face, even her eyes and ears, then whispered in her ear, "My darling,
tell me, is your husband better or your little brother better?"

The beautiful young woman hummed, "I really wish my husband could be as good as my little brother."

At that moment, I grabbed her hands tightly, pulled them above her head, and pressed them down, saying, "Then you
'll have to treat me like your husband."

This action was a tacit understanding between us, signifying the start of a new round of torment for her.

The beautiful young woman, her eyes slightly closed, hummed and moaned, "Okay! Good husband, I'll do whatever you want. You can
do whatever you want!"

I pretended to be fierce and said, "Really? You'll regret it. If you refuse me later, you
'll get a beating!"

The beautiful young woman twisted her body and said in a seductive voice, "Mmm, mmm, ah—! Hit me! I'm happy to let
you hit me!"

After our intimacy just now, plus this flirting, my penis was already rock hard.
But not yet, I wanted to indulge my sadistic urges first before moving on to the "real" stage. Because
she had laughed at me for being too hasty during sex, calling me a virgin, I made sure to do plenty of foreplay every time we got into bed.
Later, I discovered that this was the best way for us to both reach orgasm at the same time.

I released her hands and said, "I'm assuming your hands are tied and you can't move.
If you move, I'll spank you."

The beautiful young woman's face was flushed with excitement, and she whispered, "Okay—mmm—!"

I first pinched the two small nipples on her full breasts and gently rubbed them. First clockwise, then
counterclockwise . After a while, her nipples stood erect, incredibly firm. Then I grabbed her
large breasts with both hands and began to knead them.

The beautiful young woman moaned and groaned. I watched, touched, and listened—it was an unparalleled pleasure! I couldn't help but
lean close to her ear and say, "Baby, moan louder, I love to hear it."

Sure enough, her moans grew louder.

At this point, I was sitting on her—not literally sitting, but with my legs straddling her stomach and
my knees kneeling on either side of her slender waist. If I were really sitting on her stomach, my 1.81-meter height and 80-
kilogram weight would definitely crush her; I couldn't bear to actually hurt her. Because of muscle training, my weight
increased from 75 kg to 80 kg, and there was no noticeable difference when I was dressed, probably due to
the development and the high density of my muscles.

I bent down and gently massaged her ribs with both hands, then swiftly slipped them under her
armpits.

The beautiful young woman cried out in surprise, quickly pulling her arms back, but she couldn't get my hands out. She
began to moan softly.

I triumphantly pushed my hands deeper and deeper under her armpits. At first, she was incredibly itchy,
but she quickly adapted to my rhythm and began to moan comfortably, saying in a singing voice, "Oh!
Why are you bullying me? Oh! Uh! Tsk!"

I lowered my head and kissed her, our tongues intertwining, sucking each other's saliva.

I looked up and, feigning a fierce expression, said, "Who told you to take your hand down? Want a beating?"

The beautiful young woman feigned fear, "Ah! I really couldn't take it anymore, that's why I took it down."

I said, "That won't do, you have to be beaten."

The beautiful young woman said, "Okay! Please beat me, Master, please punish me! I am your female slave."

It was the first time I'd heard such words, and I found it extremely amusing. Yet, I felt a pang of pity, so I leaned close to her ear
and said, "Good sister, I won't really mistreat you. I'm just playing with you."

Speaking so close to her ear meant speaking the truth, something we both knew. The beautiful young woman kissed me, nodded
gently and said, "Sister knows. Sister knows that her good brother is good to her. Every time you pretend to be fierce
and pounce on me, but then you really hit me very gently. You are such a gentle and good husband."

I said, "But I spank your bottom very hard. Every time, your big bottom gets red."

The beautiful young woman laughed, "That's because I willingly serve my master. You can spank me all you want. It's my pleasure to have my dear
brother spank my bottom. I am your slave, and I am willing to do anything for you."

I happily said, "Alright. Then I will respectfully obey."

I moved away from her ear, lifted one leg, turned around and lay down next to her, put one arm around her slender waist, and began to pat her belly
with the other hand , then gently pressed and played with her snow-white belly full of feminine charm,
making her belly thump and pop. I said to her, "What, want to fart? Go ahead and fart!
Let me see how a beautiful woman farts."

Although the beautiful young woman had slept with me many times, she still blushed, "Ah! Ah! Don't tease me!
Hmm! Huff! Huff!"

I quickly whispered something in her ear to soothe her, then reached down and stroked her wet vagina.

Sitting up, I gave her a command: "Lift your legs!"

The beautiful young woman obediently raised her legs upwards, opening her vulva wide, revealing her vagina and anus.

Although I was filled with desire for the genitals of the woman I loved, I could never perform oral sex. I don't know
why , perhaps because I wasn't taught this when I was young.

I lowered my head and smelled the unique scent emanating from her genitals—the strange smell of female secretions and anus—which
truly intoxicated me. I couldn't help but gently blow air into her anus and vagina.

The muscles in the beautiful young woman's vagina and anus immediately contracted, and she made "ah ah" sounds.

I rubbed one hand against her vagina, then inserted my fingers—first one, then two,
then three. With her help, I learned to distinguish between the vagina and urethra, so inserting my finger
was second nature to me.

The beautiful young woman enjoyed stimulation deep within her vagina and along its sides, which I certainly hadn't forgotten. After thrusting
in and out of her vagina for a while, it was already incredibly wet.

Holding my finger, moistened by her love juice, I touched her anus and suddenly inserted
it.

The beautiful young woman let out a loud "hmm," and then began to moan and groan as I moved.

At this point, I gave the order again: "Turn around! Lie on the bed like a dog!"

The beauty obediently turned around, sticking out her beautiful, sexy buttocks.

Of course, I needed an excuse to "sexually abuse" her. So I said to her, "You moved your arm just now,
you were disobedient, so you have to be punished!"

The beauty moaned and groaned, "Okay. Master, punish me! I am a slave."

I said, "Punish me where?"

The beauty said, "Punish my buttocks!"

I suddenly took out a candle and inserted it into her anus. This was something she had taught me before, because candles aren't dirty,
nor are they hard or sharp, so they wouldn't have a harmful effect on the body.

The candle thrust in and out of her anus several times, and she was already moaning like a real dog.

Then I pushed the candle in forcefully, leaving half of it sticking out, like she had grown a little tail.
Making her drag her tail while I punished her was one of my specialties.

Even the punishment had foreplay. I first stroked her pink, round buttocks with my hand, and then kissed them with my mouth
. Under my gentle touch, the beautiful woman let out joyful moans.

Then I got off the bed, pulled out my belt from my pants, folded it over, and tightened it sharply, making a "smack, smack" sound,
threatening her, "Alright. I'm going to teach you a lesson! See if you dare disobey me again!"

Then I swung the belt and lightly whipped her pinkish-white buttocks a couple of times. Although the whipping wasn't hard,
it still made a cracking sound, and faint red marks began to appear on her fair skin. I quickly
bent down, stroking her back and buttocks, then switched to using my hand to hit her.

The "smack, smack, smack, smack" sound rang out. Sometimes I even counted how many times I hit her.

The beautiful young woman moaned lasciviously, further arousing my desire to hit her.

My palm landed forcefully on her fair buttocks, the feel incredibly wonderful.

The beautiful woman wiggled her large buttocks, moaning, "Master! Please punish me severely! I will always be
your slave. Ah! Ah—! Ouch! Oh! Hoo! Master! Please stop hitting me. Hoo! Hoo! Whatever you want
this little slave to do from now on, hoo! This little slave will do it! I will never dare to disobey your orders again! Ah! Please
! Hmm—!"

I wanted to continue hitting her, but my penis could no longer hold on. I

quickly went behind her, grabbed her groin, ordered her not to move, inserted my penis into her vagina, and
began to thrust.

The young woman's whole body swayed back and forth with my rhythm: "Hmm, hmm, hoo, hoo! Master! Ah! I want,
I want, I want! It feels good! Hmm! Ha! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hmm! It feels good! Good master! I want it!"

Her pair of large breasts swayed incessantly, and I immediately grabbed them with both hands and wouldn't let go.

Hearing the beautiful woman's excited moans, my hands gripping her breasts, my penis inside her warm, wet vagina—
oh my god ! Could there be a better pleasure in the world?

After thrusting in and out of her vagina for a while, I stopped, my penis still inside her, and said to her, "Little
girl, I forgot something!"

She turned around and asked, "What is it?"

I raised my hand high and then slammed it down heavily on her beautiful, plump buttocks—"Smack!"

"Little girl! I forgot to hit you! Hahaha!"

After saying that, I started thrusting again. This time, while thrusting into her vagina, I kept raising my hand to slap her
plump buttocks.

With each rhythmic slap, the beautiful woman's moans grew louder. After

a while, I bent down again, grabbed her breasts again, and thrust harder.

The beautiful woman twisted her big buttocks, moving back and forth to match my attacks.

Suddenly, my penis swelled up, as if I was about to ejaculate! I quickly pulled out, lay flat on the bed, and let my penis rest
for a while.

The beautiful woman crawled over knowingly, knelt beside me with her legs spread, and took my erect penis into her vagina.
Then her upper body up and down, actively letting me have my way with her.

I grabbed her full breasts with both hands and closed my eyes to enjoy it for a while.

Then I made her lean over and kiss me, letting me taste her sweet tongue to my heart's content.

Holding her smooth back, my hands slid down to her plump buttocks. Regaining my strength, I couldn't help but speed up
the pace . A storm of intense waves made her gentle and lewd moans immediately become more intense. My hands
then accompanied this with slapping her buttocks, bringing our lovemaking to a fever pitch.

Her head was close to mine, and she made continuous "Awoooooo!" sounds. I felt as if my
lower body was flooded with water, warm, which must be her secretions, because I hadn't ejaculated yet,
so there wouldn't be so much secretion.

I knew her orgasm had arrived, so I didn't wait any longer. During her safe period, she allowed me to ejaculate inside her
.

With a low growl, my gun trembled, and all the bullets struck her bullseye…

After making love twice, I would usually take a nap. When I woke up, she had already
wiped my lower body clean with a hot towel. And the virtuous woman always sat beside me, watching me wake up.

I saw that she was still naked, her full and alluring breasts slightly sagging, and I quickly reached out and touched her breasts,
saying, “Why aren’t you dressed, darling?”

The beauty pouted and said, “Master didn’t say anything, how could a slave dare to wear anything?”

I took her hand and hugged her, saying, “You don’t cherish such a good woman, your man really doesn’t know how to enjoy life
!”

The beautiful young woman said, “Master, let’s not talk about him when we’re together!”

I said, “Okay, okay! Let’s not talk about him.” But in my heart, I thought: I have to think of a solution for my good lover
!

One evening, I was holding my beautiful wife while watching TV, and I gently whispered in her ear, "Baby, was I
too rough with you? If you don't like it, I can try a different way."

The beautiful young woman turned around, kissed me, and then whispered in my ear, "Ah, Master, this little slave
really loves being spanked by you. It feels so good, so tingly and fun. You know,
sometimes I even want to deliberately do something wrong just so you can spank me."

Her whispers always made me instantly aroused. I felt my penis was about to explode again.

I breathed heavily and whispered in her ear, "That's easy! Finding an excuse to spank you is my specialty."

After saying that, we kissed passionately.

If someone were looking out the window at that moment, they would have seen two figures joined together...

Because exams were approaching, I had to study desperately. The beautiful young woman said to me, "Anyway, my husband rarely comes home, so
I'll stay here. I'll see him when he comes back, and I can rush back in time. I'll cook for you,
do your laundry, and help you with your exams."

I was so touched. I quickly wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her.

After a while, she pulled away from me, panting, and said, "You have exams, so we need to be more careful with our sex life.
It's best not to do it at all." Meeting with her frequently greatly satisfied my tiger-like desires, so abstaining for
half a month shouldn't be a problem. Of course, half a month doesn't mean no sex, just less.

The exams went smoothly; although the scores weren't high, everything went well, and I passed everything. I happily showed
her my report card, and she smiled, her face flushed. Of course, she understood what this meant.

Sure enough, I announced, "Little slave girl, now your master commands you to do things."

The beautiful woman stood at her sides

, saying, "Yes, master. This little slave girl will obey." I sat down, crossed my legs, and said, "What if you don't obey?"

The little slave girl said, "If you don't obey, you'll get a beating."

I lazily said, "Alright! Take off your pants, bend over and let me beat you!"

The little slave girl pretended to be panicked and said, "What did I do wrong?"

I said, "Ha! You asking that means you did something wrong! That means you talked back!"

The beautiful young woman pretended to be dejected, took out a belt, handed it to me with both hands, then took off her pants and clothes,
revealing incredibly sexy, fair and tender body. She slowly lay down on my bed, bent over, and waited for my abuse.

Since I didn't want to hurt my treasure, I only used the belt for show. By this time, I had already thrown the belt away,
used my hands to forcefully spread her two big buttocks, exposing her anus. After admiring it for a while, I began
to slap her buttocks.

The beautiful woman quickly began moaning, "Mmm! Mmm! Ah! Ah! Master, you're so strong! So powerful!"

Soon after, I leaned down and said to her, "Baby, let's try something new today."

The young woman's eyes lit up, "Okay! I'm your slave, you can do whatever you want with me."

I said, "Okay! Go to the bed and crawl like a dog!"

The young woman immediately stood up and crawled onto the bed. I picked up my belt and lightly whipped her buttocks. She moaned and
howled as she crawled, just like a seductive little bitch.

I threw down the belt and started slapping her buttocks with my palm, and she moaned even more.

Exams had been holding me back for a long time, and now, relaxed, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. I didn't care about the foreplay; I
suddenly grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up. The young woman cried out, "Ah!" but found herself suspended in mid-air, unsure of what I was about to do.

Holding the beautiful woman around the waist, I walked a few steps to the table, grabbed a blanket and spread it on the table. Then
I laid her on her back on the table and commanded, "Lift your legs!"

The young woman lifted her legs, exposing her vagina and anus.

I played with her pubic hair for a while, then patted her stomach. Then I aimed my erect penis at her vagina and inserted
it. Ah! So hot! So good!

Holding her beautiful buttocks, I thrust rapidly. Several times the movements were so vigorous that she
gasped , then told me, "Master's rod is all the way in!"

I knew that meant her uterus. I couldn't help but increase the force, thrusting deeper several times. The beauty opened her mouth wide,
her face showing pain, but she couldn't cry out.

Feeling sorry for her, I quickly leaned down and asked, "Baby, does it hurt? Tell me if it hurts."

After I suddenly stopped, the beautiful young woman's face flushed, and she hummed, "Keep going!
Don't ask! It'll make me embarrassed!"

It turned out she was experiencing pleasure, not pain. I was relieved and, of course, fucked her even harder. I
also started kneading her breasts with both hands.

The young woman cried out joyfully, and I finally ejaculated.

After ejaculating, I licked the beautiful woman's belly and said, "Baby, I love you! I really hope to have
a wife like you in the future!"

The beautiful young woman knew that I was moved by my feelings and wasn't lying, so she also said to me, "Ah! Good brother, I love
you too! If we weren't so far apart in age, I would definitely be yours."

I lifted the young woman's plump, round buttocks, intending to carry her to the bed, but my legs went weak and I almost
dropped the ground.

"Haha!" I laughed and said, "Baby, don't laugh at me! I'm not strong anymore."

The beautiful woman steadied herself, hooked her arms around my neck, and said, "Sister won't laugh at you! You just finished your exams, and you've
used up a lot of energy. You were making love with me so vigorously just now, of course you're a little weak. Come, lie down with me for a while, and
I 'll make you something to eat this afternoon to help you recover."

That evening, the beautiful young woman cooked me a sumptuous meal: wild turtle soup, stewed
chicken , steamed eel pieces, lettuce salad, fruit platter, and more, along with red wine. We hadn't been eating
long when I said, "Sweetie, take off your clothes and keep me company!"

The beautiful young woman, with a small piece of chicken in her mouth, laughed, "You! You can't even relax with all this delicious food."

I laughed too, "Nothing tastes as good as the meat on your body, sweetie."

The beauty giggled, took off her clothes, and sat next to me. I grabbed her neck with one hand and
started pouring her wine with the other. After she downed the whole glass, she choked and coughed, gasping for breath. I hugged her naked body
and asked, "Sweetie, why aren't you resisting?"

The beauty tilted her head back in my arms, resting against my chest, and whispered, "Mmm—! I want to! You're
such a bad guy!"

Holding such a gentle beauty in my arms, listening to her incoherent coquettishness, my lower body became
aroused .

So, without thinking twice, I dragged her to the bed and began a new round of battle...

After ejaculating, I held her and took a few breaths, saying, "Baby, you're amazing!"

She was already sweating and said, "What? You're going to tie me up?"

I was stunned for a moment: "Aha! Of course! I'm going to tie you up and whip you hard, see if you
dare to disobey again!"

The beautiful young woman turned around excitedly, her eyes shining, and said, "Okay! This little slave agrees to be tied up by her master and tortured by
him . As long as her master is satisfied, this little slave will do whatever he wants."

"Hahaha!" I was overjoyed. "Baby, aren't you afraid I'll really torture you?"

The beauty blushed and said, "Not at all! Master is good to me, this little slave knows! Master is always
fierce in words, but not in deeds. This little slave is willing to offer herself to Master."

Hearing this, I felt my penis was about to get hard, so I pretended to order, "Go find a rope, let me
tie you up!"

The beauty got up, found an old bed sheet, tore off a strip, used it as a rope, stretched out her hands, and obediently let me
tie them up. Then I used another strip of cloth to fix the rope binding her hands to the headboard.

The beauty couldn't move her hands, which greatly increased my interest.

I grabbed one of her jade feet and started tickling her soles. The beauty struggled on the bed.

I put down one foot, grabbed the other foot, and did the same. The beauty struggled and screamed in pain
, accompanied by my laughter.

To make her feel less uncomfortable, I quickly stopped tickling her soles and started tickling her armpits.

She used to be able to pull her arms back, but now she can't; she can only stand there, letting me attack her.

The beauty screamed "Ah! Ah!" I laughed and continued to insert my fingertips into her armpits. The beauty
's body twisted, like a captured lamb struggling helplessly under the steel teeth of a lion.

Overcome with lust, I pounced on her body and began kissing, caressing, rubbing, and rubbing our bodies together...

Okay, let's get to the point! After making her raise her legs, I began to stimulate her vagina, rubbing her clitoris with my fingers.
Her already wet vagina was now even more throbbing.

So I started repeating my old routine, inserting my fingers, which were soaked in her vaginal fluid, into her anus. I
thrust my hands hard into her vagina and anus.

The beauty's screams became even more "miserable": "Ah! Ah! Master! Please spare me!"

I kept her in the position of raising her legs, then inserted my penis into her vagina from above,
thrusting into her with my body weight, pressing my penis into her body.

"Mmm—mmm—humph—! Huff! Huff! Ugh! Uh!" The beautiful woman kept moaning.

After forty or fifty thrusts, I suddenly pulled out my penis.

"Turn around!" I commanded loudly.

The beautiful woman turned around, kneeling on the bed, her hands still fixed together, but because they were secured to the headboard with a strip of cloth,
she could turn around using that as a center.

"Slap!" I slapped her plump buttocks with my palm.

"Ah! It hurts!" the beautiful woman screamed.

"Slap!" "Slap!" I continued to slap.

The beautiful woman twisted her buttocks, crying out in a wanton voice, "Ah! Good master! This little slave girl hurts! Please stop hitting me
!"

I naturally knew that she was teasing me with her moans, not that she was really in pain. So I continued to slap without mercy,
"Slap!" "Slap!

" "Ah! Ah!"

Soon, her big buttocks turned red.

At this time, my big penis was already very hard, and I quickly inserted it from behind. I began piston-like movements...

This time I was relatively gentle, leaning down to kiss her back, while accelerating my thrusts into her vagina
until .

After untying her, she brought a hot towel to wipe my lower body clean. Then she said, "Master, the food is cold
. This little slave will go heat it up and be right back."

I said, "Okay! Be quick! If you're slow, you'll get a beating again!"

The little slave smiled and said, "I know!"

Then I tilted my head and actually fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found my head resting on her bare thighs. She was wearing sexy silk lingerie, her breasts
slightly exposed , which was quite alluring.

I hugged her slender waist and said gently, "You little slave, you're disobedient. Who told you to wear clothes? You deserve
a beating."

The little slave said aggrievedly, "No! You shouldn't be beaten this time! This little slave is dressed up for Master to see!"

I hugged her tightly and said, "Okay! Okay! I won't beat you this time, I'll spare you this time."

Then we sat down at the table together again and began to enjoy the delicious food she had prepared.

At the dinner table, I suddenly had another idea and said, "Baby, feed me wine! Mouth to mouth!"

The beautiful woman smiled and said, "Okay! That's much better than forcing me to drink."

So she took a sip of wine and then fed me mouth to mouth. Sipping the delicious red wine, combined with the fragrance of
her breath, my heart was intoxicated. Every time I fed her wine, I would hold her and kiss her for a while before letting her go.

Then one day, I invented a new game: I would force her to drink glass after glass of water until she had a big belly,
then I wouldn't let her go to the toilet, and I would even press on her belly, ostensibly to check on a pregnant woman. Only when she couldn't hold it any longer
did I go to the toilet with her.

Under my watchful gaze, she couldn't urinate. So I had her squat on the toilet and repeatedly stroked her back
to relax her body, and she finally urinated. Looking at the fountain beneath her, I couldn't help but reach out and touch the "source," causing her
body to tense up, the fountain to stop for a moment, and then continue gushing out. Touching the "source," the warm, beautiful urine
splashed onto my arm, and I felt so good.

After urinating, she used a sanitary napkin to dry the area around her vagina that had been wet with urine. Then I heard a
gurgling , and she suddenly pushed me away forcefully. At the same time, I heard a short "Eek—!" It turned out that
the beautiful young woman had let out a beautiful fart with her lovely anus.

"Haha!" I couldn't help but laugh.

The beauty blushed: "You're so annoying! I told you not to come and see! You're laughing at me again!"

I said: "I'm not laughing at you, I just think it's funny."

She stood up and pulled me outside: "Let's go! It stinks in there!"

I didn't smell any stench, but I still went out with her.

After we came out, I said: "Little girl, you were able to fart just now, but you wouldn't when I told you to. You're
disobedient, you should be punished!"

The beautiful young woman said: "Hmph! Hmm! I'm tired. Whew! Master will punish the little slave again tomorrow—woo—!"

I carried the little slave to the bed: "Okay, since you're tired, you'll be punished first. Go and warm the bed for Master!"

Actually, the heating was good, and the room was warm even in winter. Asking her to warm the bed for me means I want to hold her
tenderly .

I snuggle into bed with my little darling, hold her in my arms, stroke her up and down, and kiss her face.
I kissed her until she was breathless. In her words, my kisses were magical; every time I kissed her for a few minutes, she
would become completely aroused.

The beauty turned to me, moaning softly, hugging me tightly and kissing my chest. I knew her climax was approaching
. I immediately pressed her down, holding her soft, fragrant shoulders, kissing my lover passionately, and
caressing her ribs.

Soon, I entered her vagina in the traditional missionary position and began to thrust rhythmically.

The beauty cried out "Ooh!" "Ugh!" which further stimulated my lust, making me thrust even harder.

Except for the first time, I never ejaculated in one position.

Soon, I changed to a side-lying position, with her in front and me behind, making penetration easy. I grasped her
breasts , finding a fulcrum, and thrust even more forcefully.

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" the beauty cried out excitedly. Her juices had already soaked
part and dampened my pubic hair.

Almost there. My steel gun trembled, excitedly firing all its bullets, each one hitting the bullseye!

"Ah! Humph! So hot! Whew! So good! Mmm—!" the beautiful woman gasped.

After bathing with the beautiful woman, I gently held her and fell asleep.

Bathing with the beautiful young woman was my happy time; I often attacked her anus during this time.

I would use shower gel as lubricant on my fingers and thrust them into her anus, making the beautiful woman moan and
groan as I enjoyed it.

Several times I wanted to have anal sex with her, but she refused. She said, "Isn't that a place for sex? It's so dirty,
it will bring out feces."

Once, when we went hiking in the countryside, she suddenly needed to urinate. I acted as lookout while she urinated behind a large rock. Behind
the rock was a small slope, so no one outside could see, and the urine would flow down the slope.

Because I had bathed with the beautiful woman and watched her urinate many times, I already knew a pattern: the beautiful young woman's anus was relaxed when she
urinated . Her anal petals were most relaxed at this time, making it easiest
to penetrate.

I stood before the large rock, listening to the gushing sound of her urination, and couldn't help but unzip my pants, revealing my gradually erect
penis. Once the gushing sound subsided, I quietly moved behind her, lay flat on the slope,
grabbed her buttocks, and quickly inserted my erect penis into her still-relaxed anus.

The beautiful young woman cried out in pain, trying to stand up, but I subdued her with both hands,
preventing her from escaping.

Although I didn't have any lubricant on me, I had applied a lot of saliva to my penis, which served as lubrication.
So inserting it into her uncontracted anus wasn't too difficult.

Those who have experienced anal sex know how incredibly stimulating it is!

The beautiful young woman's anus had never been penetrated before; it was very narrow, putting a lot of pressure on my penis, making me
highly aroused after only a few thrusts.

Moreover, we were in the wild, and we were a little worried about being discovered. This worry, combined with the intense stimulation of anal sex,
easily brought me to orgasm.

I gritted my teeth, and my little cannon throbbed inside the beautiful woman's rectum, shooting its fill like a machine gun
.

After wiping ourselves clean with a sanitary napkin, we rested for over half an hour before resuming our journey.

During this time, I asked her, "Baby, was it comfortable?"

The beautiful young woman replied, "Comfortable?! It hurt so much! You were just bullying me—!"

I pulled her into my arms to comfort her.

Later, I learned that I had indeed hurt her that day. For the next three days, she didn't poop. And
when I pressed her anus with toilet paper, there were still red spots. I felt sorry for her and held her, comforting her for a long time.

After a few days, her bowel movements finally returned to normal. Only then did I feel relieved.

From then on, the beautiful young woman no longer stopped me from anal sex with her.

Once, I gave her a lot of water again, and when she went to the toilet with her large pregnant belly, I followed her. This time
, instead of letting her urinate on the toilet, I made her squat on the floor. Then, taking her by surprise, I suddenly
lifted her legs, like an adult helping a child urinate, and gently said, "Pee, baby."

She, usually so gentle and obedient, blushed but didn't object, only making two soft "hmm" sounds, seemingly straining,
and then urinated.

Hearing the rushing water, my lust was aroused! I inserted my already prepared penis into her relaxed
anus from behind.

With a muffled "Hmm—!", her fountain stopped, but quickly resumed. I knew
this meant my beauty would be completely relaxed, ready to receive any further advances. So my penis
began to thrust joyfully in and out of her relaxed anus.

I enjoy anal sex with beautiful women, but I can never last as long as vaginal sex, so this time I ejaculated after eighty
or ninety , a very satisfying ejaculation.

For some reason, I'm fascinated by everything about her. I used to especially enjoy making her fart. So much so that I
often played with her stomach, pressing it until it made a gurgling sound, trying to get her to fart.

The beautiful woman would often blush and try to hold it in, but she wouldn't actually fart. A few times, however, I pressed her so hard she couldn't hold it in any longer and
let out a loud "Eek! Eek!"

Her face turned bright red with embarrassment. I smiled smugly.

Then she would playfully punch me with her small fists. I would quickly hug her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

For several years in college, I maintained a close relationship with my beautiful young lover, like a young married couple.
During that time, I tried dating a few other women, but they were all overly materialistic and had
high the kind who wouldn't give up until they married a rich man, so none of them suited me. The beautiful young woman was actually the only
woman I had during my college years.

Later, the idea I came up with for her to deal with her husband was that if she didn't want a divorce,
she should have a child with him. Even philandering men can have a sense of responsibility after having children, though very few
exceptions exist. However, most men will take responsibility for their own flesh and blood and the woman who bore
them .

Later, she did exactly as I suggested. Under pressure from both sets of parents, the couple finally
returned to live together, and she became pregnant (I was very careful about contraception when we were having fun, so...).
She never got pregnant. When I graduated from university, she was still heavily pregnant. Seeing her belly, I
couldn't help but feel secretly happy for her.

Later, I parted ways with her in tears and went to work in another city. We still often talked on the phone and emailed each other
. She gave birth to a big, healthy son. She thanked me on the phone, telling me that although her husband still had
other women, he considered her his only home and often came home to see her and kiss his son. The beautiful young woman
was very content.

Due to geographical differences, her busy care for her son, and my own
struggles , we gradually lost contact. Although several women have appeared in my life since I started working,
the image of the beautiful young woman still lingers in my mind.

Ah! How I long to find a woman as gentle and beautiful as her, even now that I'm still single!

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