My wife and I's love story

My wife and I met through pen pals. She lived in K city, and I lived in S city, 350 kilometers apart.

When we first corresponded, she was in her final year of junior high school, and I was already a freshman in college. We are five years apart in age.

We knew each other for five years, corresponded for four, with a one-year break in between.

At first, we were both very serious, with limited topics, mainly current events, life experiences, and studies. As time went on, we found ourselves increasingly compatible, and eventually, sparks flew. Later, we began to tease, flirt, and joke with each other, indulging in our love and affection. Our writing became more direct, explicit, and passionate. We were tolerant of each other, able to express ourselves freely without considering the other's feelings, often feeling that words could not express the depth of our emotions.

We had endless love, passion, desire, and even lust to share. We were both captivated and engrossed in each other's letters, eagerly anticipating and longing for their arrival every day.

Our letters were overflowing with love, passion, desire, and lust—hugs, kisses, caresses, sucking, thrusting, licking, moaning, rubbing, kneading, rubbing, teasing, flirting, and more… filling the entire letter, driving us both wild with desire, leaving us breathless, ecstatic, and on the verge of ecstasy. We exchanged photos; she gave me a half-body and a full-body shot, and I returned the favor with the same.

In our letters, she was more skilled at being amorous and provocative than I was. At first, she called me by my name, then "brother," then "love brother," and finally "husband." I, in turn, followed her changes in address, calling her "sister," "love sister," and "wife." She was brimming with spring fever, tender and affectionate, her style bold and her words sharp. She called her private parts "sister" or "baby"; she called my penis "brother" or "sweetheart." Our correspondence grew more and more frequent, with a letter every two or three days. The letter overflowed with longing and a yearning for passion.

Below are excerpts from a letter she recently wrote to me: "

...Husband, I miss you so much. Knowing you were coming to K City to see me, I couldn't sleep all night last night.

What do you want to do with me?

" ...Below is part of a letter I recently wrote to her: "

My dearest wife:

I will be coming to K City to see you next Thursday. We've been dating for four years, and I'm really looking forward to our first meeting.

Can I touch you then?

" ...After four years of corresponding, we finally met at the K City train station.

It was past eight o'clock when I arrived in K City; the lights were dim, and it was pitch black in the distance.

She came to meet me alone.

We spotted each other from afar and recognized each other immediately.

She stepped forward and took my hands, swaying them from side to side, looking very excited and thrilled, her eyes filled with endless longing for me. We seemed like a couple deeply in love, childhood sweethearts reunited after a long separation.

She looked up at me and said, "You're so tall, so handsome, so refined!" I replied, "Not at all! You're a thousand times more beautiful than in the photos." I scrutinized her closely. She was slender, tall, and graceful, about 170 centimeters tall. She had short hair, delicate features, bright eyes and white teeth, and fair skin, radiant and otherworldly. She had two beautiful, willow-leaf eyebrows. Her face was oval, without any makeup.

Her eyes were large and round, with bright, shiny black pupils, as clear as spring water; she had double eyelids, long eyelashes, and the upper lashes curled slightly upwards, very natural and pleasing to the eye; her nose was high on her face; she had a small, cherry-like mouth, thin and pink, very attractive, especially when she smiled or spoke, two charming dimples would appear on her cheeks, making one feel utterly captivated. She had a slender waist, full breasts, and firm, perky hips, very sexy.

She wore a sexy white halter-neck, deep V-neck, low-cut, backless mini dress that fit her perfectly, showcasing her curves just right. The low neckline revealed part of her breasts, and the slit in the front went all the way to her chest, revealing her cleavage and the breasts on either side. Her

entire back was bare. The dress was very short, below her knees, exposing most of her thighs.

Her sleeves were wide, and from the side, it was clear she was wearing a low-cut, strapless, semi-transparent white bra.

Her bra was both sexy and revealing. The area around her cleavage, above her nipples, and most of her breasts near her armpits were exposed.

The entire outfit looked elegant and luxurious, incredibly sexy.

Her back muscles were full and strong, and her spine was straight.

Her legs were long, alluring, and of even thickness, with beautiful curves—truly a pair of beautiful legs, especially alluring from behind.

She wore a pair of elegant black high heels, which made her look both dignified and graceful.

Besides her beautiful appearance, she possessed an indescribable charm that could only be truly appreciated by meeting her in person.

I said to her with admiration, "This dress suits your figure perfectly and complements your skin tone, though it's a bit sexy." She replied, "I usually dress very conservatively. You've come all this way, I couldn't just pick you up in something sloppy. I bought this dress especially for you, and specifically for you to see." I gratefully said, "Thank you for such a feast for the eyes, a truly delightful sight." Seeing me staring at her chest, she teased, "Is it big? I'll take it off and show you when we get back." I quickly said, "No! Every part of your body is so attractive." She put her right arm around my waist and led me slowly towards the train station entrance. She clearly considered me her lover. I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, happily enjoying her embrace.

She hailed a taxi and sped off to her home.

In the car, her five slender fingers of her right hand tightly intertwined with the five fingers of my left hand, her right shoulder resting on my left shoulder, and she placed my left hand on her thigh. The moment I touched her thigh, I felt that the muscles of her thigh were even softer, finer, more tender, smoother, and more supple than the five fingers intertwined with mine… We nestled together quietly, and I was enveloped in a wave of her natural fragrance.

I asked her, “Are you wearing perfume?” She said, “No. I used soap and took a shower before coming; it’s probably the smell of the soap. I hate wearing makeup and perfume.” I pressed my nose against her bare shoulder, inhaled, and said, “It smells so good; it’s emanating from within you.” Inadvertently, I noticed that the driver in the front seat had ulterior motives, frequently glancing at us through the rearview mirror, watching our every move in the car. Perhaps he was attracted by her beauty, or captivated by her sexy attire, or perhaps he wanted to spy on our intimate moments in the car.

I gestured for her not to move, and we sat silently in the car. Every now and then, she would tease my palm with her delicate, soft hand, expressing her affection; every other time, she would gaze at me tenderly, sending me flirtatious glances. I silently savored her sweet tenderness. I stole a glance at her and found she was also captivated. Seeing her entranced expression, I knew she had poured all her feelings into me; she had fallen deeply in love with me.

Upon reaching our destination, we paid the fare and quickly left.

She wrapped one arm around my waist, and I wrapped the other around hers. We were like a couple deeply in love, a devoted husband and wife.

We walked slowly, step by step, along a quiet, winding path.

I would occasionally stroke and scratch her smooth, exposed back. I aroused her desire, and she was intoxicated by my caresses and teasing.

We whispered sweet nothings, embracing each other intimately.

On the way, she told me that the emotions she expressed in her letters were genuine and came from the bottom of her heart. She poured out her hidden resentment to me, and she frankly confessed her feelings: she had fallen deeply in love with me, and she probably couldn't live without me. She told me that every time she read my letters, she was overjoyed, as if she had found a priceless treasure; when she didn't write to her, she was always restless, confused, and lost. She emphasized that especially during the time we stopped corresponding, she felt like each day was an eternity, she cried every day, and couldn't eat or drink, but she firmly believed that one day I would return to her.

She also told me that because of me, her grades plummeted, and she had no interest in going to school. She had made up her mind to try to sever the ties between us. But she couldn't do it; she said that the threads of love are hard to break, and in the end, she decided to return to my embrace and wait for me wholeheartedly.

She said there was a reason why she was so infatuated with me, so devoted to me, and she would tell me later.

She spoke passionately, and when she reached the most painful parts, she couldn't help but burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. I listened quietly to her story, offering comfort and reassurance.

In that very short time, our feelings had deepened to a point of perfect harmony, like fish in water.

I wished this path could go on forever, but no matter how far the road, it eventually comes to an end. When we arrived at her house, she told me, "I've arranged for you to stay in my room. When you get home, take a shower; it should be around eight o'clock. Dinner is ready for you. After dinner, chat with my family. I'm the eldest in my family; I have three younger brothers and five younger sisters. Don't be shy or reserved; treat them as your own family. After ten o'clock, go back to your room to sleep." Hearing how thoughtfully she arranged things, I knew she had put a lot of thought into my visit.

I was deeply touched and felt apologetic as I said to her, "Thank you for taking care of me. Next time you come to S City, let me be your host and treat you well." "Don't be so formal," she teased me. "I'm treating you like my husband."

She mysteriously gestured for me to bend down and lower my head. She put her lips to my ear and whispered, "Don't lock the door. I'll find a chance to sneak into your room." After a pause, she added, "For you to play with." Then, she shyly shook off my hand and skipped and hopped, dancing like a lively, innocent, and adorable little girl, running towards her front door. She shouted loudly, "We're back! We're back!"

She went back to her room to change into her usual clothes before coming out to greet me.

Her family treated me very well, very attentive and warmly, not like an outsider at all. Especially her little sister, who was still in elementary school, teased her, calling her "brother-in-law" repeatedly. Embarrassed, the little girl blushed and blushed, avoiding eye contact.

In that short time, I became one of them, fitting into their home. Around ten o'clock, I said goodnight and went to my room to sleep. As

she had instructed, I gently closed the door and lay down on a sofa facing it. I was a little tired from the eight-hour train ride, but I dared not close my eyes, afraid I would fall asleep. I stared intently at the door, waiting for that moment, for her appearance, for the miracle to happen.

Suddenly, I heard the door open, and she quickly slipped in, then closed and locked the door.

She put back on the clothes she had worn when she picked me up.

I immediately stood up.

She smiled sweetly, walking towards me step by step, her eyes filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion. Her two charming dimples bloomed before my eyes again—what a beautiful and captivating girl!

Gently, tenderly, and caringly, she asked me in a soft voice, "Are you tired?" I replied, "No, not at all, I'm full of energy." Actually, I was very tired. But the moment she appeared, I suddenly forgot the fatigue of the eight-hour journey; the weariness vanished, the fatigue disappeared, and I felt energetic again. She was wearing the same light green dress she had worn when she picked me up.

She slowly approached me and hugged me tightly.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "You're so beautiful! You have the beauty to make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, the beauty to shame the flowers and the moon, like Xi Shi reborn!" She shyly fiddled with her fingers, saying, "Everyone around me says I'm beautiful, but not as exaggerated as you say." She continued, "I went to a prestigious girls' high school where many beautiful girls came from. They said I was the most beautiful in the whole school and even crowned me the school beauty. After entering the workforce, countless suitors flocked around me. They tried every means to get close to me. Especially the young master of the house, who thought himself talented, wealthy, and handsome. He'd always harbored feelings for me and tried to seduce me, approaching me repeatedly with all sorts of tricks—going to the movies, having dinner, taking me home—but I ignored him. Once, he got close to me, trying to steal..." He tried to touch me, but luckily I was alert and wary of him. I brushed him away and glared at him fiercely. Later, to stop these advances, I came up with a plan: I told my female colleagues that I was already taken and had someone I liked. This clever plan worked quite well. After those lecherous men heard the news from my gossipy colleagues, they gave up on me and stopped bothering me. I was finally able to enjoy some peace and quiet. I said, "You're beautiful and smart. If our daughter were half as beautiful as you, I'd be perfectly content." She playfully said, "Pshaw, do you think I'd definitely marry you? Plenty of men are after me. I'm not marrying you." I teased her on purpose, "In that case, I'll just have to go back." Then I pretended to be angry and stood up.

She hurriedly said, "Marry me, marry me. If I don't marry you, who else will want me? You've taken advantage of me so much, I'm already a used woman, you can't go back on your word and leave me." I quickly replied, "It's my greatest fortune that you're willing to marry me, something I've longed for more than anything, how could I refuse?" Then I said, "I didn't even touch your body, how can you say I took advantage of you?" She said, "You want to deny it? All those actions you wrote about me in the letter, kissing me, touching me, licking me, all of that counts as your debt to me." She didn't hold back at all, speaking frankly.

I said, "You're so mean. Okay, okay, I admit it." She loosened her arms that were tightly holding me, raised her head, and gazed at me with affectionate, expectant eyes: "Do you want to see my body?" I hurriedly replied, "Yes, I want it so badly." "Then what are you still standing there for? Aren't you going to do it?" she teased me.

I hesitated for a moment, then started to take off her sexy dress.

She stood before me, almost completely naked.

She wore a white, semi-transparent bra, incredibly sexy and revealing, covering only half of her breasts. Her alluring pink nipples were clearly visible at the edge of the bra, as if they might be squeezed out at any moment. What a daring outfit!

Her lower body was even more revealing.

She wore a low-waisted, semi-transparent lace thong, divided into front and back sections, tied together by a thin strap. The back offered almost no coverage, exposing her entire buttocks; the front featured a small triangle of fabric that just barely covered her private parts, through which one could vaguely see a patch of dark, thick pubic hair. Her

skin was delicate and soft, her body fragrant and warm, her complexion fair with a rosy glow.

She guessed my doubts and, before I could ask, replied, "I'm very conservative. I don't allow myself to wear anything that even shows a little bit of muscle. This lingerie was bought especially for you, and I wore it specifically for you to see." She paused, then continued, "Weren't you eager for me to wear sexy lingerie for you? Sexy enough now, right? Are you satisfied?" I nodded repeatedly.

I thought to myself, "Does she do exactly what I write?"

With a questioning, tentative tone, I asked her, "I wrote in my letter that I wanted to lick every part of your body, are you willing to do that?" She replied decisively, "Of course, what do you think?" Then she added, "If you're not afraid of my body odor, then lick me." I saw that she showed absolutely no embarrassment. I knew how important I was to her.

She was starting to get aroused.

I was certain that she would give herself to me either today or tomorrow.

In a very short time, we went from complete strangers to inseparable friends.

We were both intoxicated by flirting, teasing, and flirting with each other.

We exchanged glances and flirted.

We talked like long-lost lovers, about everything under the sun.

She told me that she had already told her mother that she had a close boyfriend and that they were deeply in love. Later, when her mother found out that I lived in S city, she was initially reluctant, worried that I would be unfamiliar with the place and wouldn't be able to adapt, and also worried that I would be bullied and have no one to confide in while I was all alone. She repeatedly assured her mother that I would take care of her and love her, and that she would have a good life with me. Her mother was initially hesitant. But after meeting me and talking with me today, her mother agreed and felt reassured about letting her stay with me.

Later, she told me a story from her own life, explaining why she fell in love so quickly, why she was so infatuated with me, so clingy, so devoted, and so unwavering in her love for me. She said she had already decided to give herself to me, entrusting her body to me.

She said that when she first saw my photo, she felt I looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen me before. Soon after, she had that dream again, and then it dawned on her—I was the man in her dream. She told

me that ever since she was old enough to understand, she had been having the same dream from time to time. She had been husband and wife with a man for several lifetimes, and that man was me. In her previous life, shortly after their marriage, he fell in love with someone else and abandoned her. Unable to bear it, she hanged herself. Before she died, she vowed that no matter where he was in this life, she would find him and bring him back to her side, so that he could repay the debt of love he owed her. This was fate, preordained; in this life, you are my husband, and I am your wife.

I could see that she had poured all her feelings into me.

I've never believed in reincarnation or karma, and I was only half convinced, but I still confessed my feelings to her.

I said, "I can feel your love, and I can see your efforts and sacrifices. I cherish our relationship, and I will love and protect you for the rest of my life. I will never let you down or betray you. "

She finally felt the knot in her heart untied, and a smile appeared on her face, her eyes shining with happiness.

She said, "My body is already yours. We don't have a formal title yet, and I'm still a virgin, but deep down, you are already my beloved husband. Later, whatever you want to do, I won't disappoint you. Kiss me, touch me, lick me, even eat me—I will satisfy you. But you cannot cross the last line I've set." I replied, "Tell me, I won't embarrass you." She said shyly, "If you want to have sex with me, you should have told me a month in advance so I could prepare. I could have taken birth control pills beforehand and wouldn't have to worry about any complications. Then you could have done whatever you wanted with me. Now you're just coming without giving me three or four days. Even if I took birth control pills, they wouldn't be effective, and I don't know how to calculate my safe period. I don't want to have the stigma of being pregnant out of wedlock. If you want to have sex with me, you must promise me you won't ejaculate inside me, you must ejaculate on my body." I said, "Silly girl, don't worry, I won't have any improper thoughts about you. Don't worry, there's no need to put up any defenses." She said in a coquettish voice, "You don't want it, but I do. I've waited five years, thinking of you day and night, hoping you'd come to my side and give me some comfort. You know how much I envy my female colleagues? They often brag to me about how touching themselves and having their boyfriends touch them feels completely different, so incredibly pleasurable; the difference between masturbating and having their boyfriends do it... Sigh, you little rascal, you wouldn't understand. It's pointless to say more." Another woman joined in, saying that last night, while her parents were traveling abroad, she secretly brought her boyfriend home and they made love all night in her own bed. The next day, she found patches of... The pillow was covered in dried vaginal fluid and semen stains. Pointing to her dark circles, she said, "Look at these dark circles, you can tell how much I enjoyed it." They all laughed at me, "You're so pretty, with fair skin, big breasts, a slim waist, a plump bottom, and a tall figure. You must be irresistible to many men. Find a boyfriend, you'll have a blast." I secretly laughed at their naiveté, thinking, "Didn't I tell you I already have a boyfriend? One day, I'll bring him home and let him let me experience these things." Now, she no longer saw me; my body was part of hers, and my blood flowed through her veins. She had forgotten her girlish reserve; she had let go. I felt both love and pity for her.

She leaned forward, hugged me tightly, and whispered a kiss: "Kiss me."

I was moved too, lowered my head, and offered her my first kiss, taking hers in return.

At first, we simply pressed our lips together tightly, then sucked on each other's upper and lower lips, and then both lips. Next, we slipped our tongues into each other's mouths, holding each other's tongues inside, swirling and swirling, sucking on the tongues we held, and chewing with our teeth. Finally, we were both lost in our tongue-twisting. She extended her tongue for me to suck on, to gently nibble on. When her mouth got tired, I put my tongue in her mouth for her to play with. We played together for who knows how long, until we felt our breathing quicken, before we finally stopped and separated our mouths.

She complained, "I swallowed a bellyful of your saliva. Next time, I'll make sure your belly is full of mine!" She was very playful and teasing.

She enjoyed my kisses. During the kisses, her body would react from time to time. Sometimes she would move up and down to meet my kisses, sometimes she would sway her hips from side to side, sometimes she would tremble slightly, but her eyes remained closed.

While kissing her, I caressed, stroked, scratched, or tickled her smooth, slippery, and fair back.

I didn't try to touch other parts of her body, although I was confident that she would tolerate and accept any actions I took. I respected her because I loved her deeply. Without her prompting, I should wait.

She gestured for me to take off her bra. Afraid of misinterpreting, I asked her repeatedly, "You want to unhook your bra?" She didn't answer, but instead asked me, "Didn't you say you really wanted to play with my breasts?" I reached behind her, unhooked the back, and took off her bra. I held

the bra in my hand, waved it in front of her eyes, and said, "So revealing, so sexy." She instructed me, "Take this home, and help me put it on on our wedding day." She was now almost completely naked in front of me, with only her panties covering a small part of her body.

Her breasts were large and full, like two towering mountains standing side by side on her chest. Atop these peaks were two cylindrical nipples, about the size of a little finger, rose-red in color, with a slightly uneven, cauliflower-like surface—very alluring and captivating. Around the nipples were slightly raised areolas, a pinkish hue, utterly mesmerizing. Her

abdominal muscles were incredibly smooth, without a single ounce of fat, and her navel was sunken in the center, a sight that could drive one wild with desire.

I stared intently at her nearly naked body, unwilling to look away. "Your body is absolutely flawless, I could never tire of looking at it. I'm truly blessed today," I sincerely complimented.

She said coquettishly, "I'm getting embarrassed looking at you like this." She glanced at her panties, hinting, "What else?" I smiled knowingly, knelt down, and pulled down her panties.

Standing before me now is a completely naked, budding young woman, her heart just beginning to blossom, graceful and elegant.

Her chest is adorned with two erect breasts, topped with pointed nipples, below which lies a triangular patch of virgin territory formed by thick, fine, and long dark pubic hair. This is a virgin territory rich in resources, waiting for her lover to explore it.

She playfully strikes various seductive poses and winks before me, displaying the utmost allure. Sometimes she grasps one breast in one hand and raises the other high in the air; sometimes she bends her legs, covers her pubic hair with her palms, sticks out her tongue, and makes faces at me. She does everything she can to tease me, arousing my lust, and I long to move closer… but ultimately, reason prevails over impulse.

I teased her, saying, "If I filmed your lewd behavior just now, it would be a fantastic erotic film." She retorted coquettishly, "I'm not going to be with you anymore! You call me lewd? Am I really lewd?" I explained, "Every man wants his wife to be as unrestrained, lewd, and wanton as possible. To be my good wife, you have to act lewd, wanton, and wanton in front of me." She asked me, somewhat incredulously, "So, if I take my clothes off every day and constantly ask you to feed me, does that make me a good wife?" I said, "Of course you're a good wife." I lifted her panties, sniffed them, and said, "They smell so good, and they're sticky, covered in your juices." She reminded me to take her panties with me; she wanted me to put them on for her on our wedding day.

I pointed to her genitals again, teasing her playfully, "I'm so embarrassed, look, your pubic hair is covered in your juices, it's all clumped together, and your legs are soaked too, even your calves." She said coquettishly, "It's all your fault, you've made me so aroused, so full of desire." Then I said, "Come here, let me comb it for you." She waited for me silently.

I squatted down and carefully used three fingers of my right hand to comb her pubic hair up and down.

As I combed, I said, "Your pubic hair is so soft, so fine, so long, so thick." My fingers accidentally touched the two delicate, slightly protruding labia behind the pubic hair, and her legs trembled slightly.

I continued, "Your genitals are wet, do you want me to wipe them clean or lick them clean?" She said, "What do you think?" After saying that, she immediately covered her pubic hair with both hands. "Don't lick here," she said, "or your saliva will be all over your body, how will you sleep?" She guessed my choice correctly.

I stood up, squatted down, and hugged her left leg with both hands, licking the inside of her left thigh dry, from top to bottom and left to right. After finishing her left leg, I did the right one.

As I licked, I said, "So fragrant, so delicious, like honey." She watched me lick her wetness dry and said, "Now that you've tasted my wetness, you're my captive. Your body and everything else belongs to me. You must always obey me and never disobey me." I replied, "My dear wife, I obey." She stood up, glanced at the clock on the wall, and exclaimed, "I should go back to my room, it's past midnight." I took her slender hand and said, "I don't want you to leave, will you sleep with me?" She replied, "How could I not miss you? You've been gone so many years, and now you're leaving again the next day. But I really can't stay the night. My mother's side is fine, she always says I'm a grown woman and don't stay at home. But I can't stand my younger sister. If she knew I slept with you all night, she'd go around telling everyone: 'Big sister slept with brother-in-law last night, big sister's virginity was taken by brother-in-law, big sister was eaten by brother-in-law, big sister was deflowered by brother-in-law.'" I knew her difficulties, so I didn't press her further.

She put her clothes back on, feeling light and satisfied, and skipped back to her room to sleep.

Before leaving, she told me she would wake me up. Tomorrow it would just be the two of us at home, and we could enjoy our time together and have a good time.

Her words were loaded with meaning, and I looked forward to tomorrow.

The next day, I vaguely felt someone shaking my legs in my sleep. I opened my eyes groggily and found her standing in front of me, wearing a nightgown that was so short it barely covered her bottom.

"Good morning," I said.

"It's still early, almost nine o'clock. I've come in a few times, but you're sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you." "Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"I was thinking about you all night, wanting to sneak in and sleep with you. But when I saw that damn girl, it seemed like she was hiding me all night, so I didn't dare make a sound. I didn't fall asleep until three in the morning." "Aren't you very tired?" I asked her with concern.

"How could I? With you with me, I don't feel sleepy at all," she replied.

I hugged her leg with one hand, buried my mouth in her leg, kissing, licking, and sucking, while my other hand slipped inside her nightgown, slowly exploring upwards.

I said, "Your flesh is so delicate, so soft, so tender, so smooth, and it smells so good, I really want to take a bite." "You're exaggerating so much, next time I'll cut a piece of flesh off my body and cook it for you, see if you'd eat it?" she replied.

I touched her buttocks, which were bare, and asked, "Aren't you wearing underwear?" She nodded.

Her buttocks were full and firm, round and fleshy. The cleft between her buttocks was very fine and deep; I tried to dig into it, but it was too tight to go in.

I ran my hand up her back, and it felt different; her back muscles were even finer, softer, and more tender than her leg muscles, with a soft, slippery feel.

I noticed that her back was also bare, so I asked, "Aren't you wearing a bra?" She nodded again.

I put my hand around her chest, cupped her breasts, and flicked her nipple with one finger; her nipple quickly hardened again. I teased her, saying, "You're all lovey-dovey again." She glared at me playfully, "Trying to take advantage of me again." Before I withdrew my hand, I pinched her bottom.

She cried out, "Ouch! That hurts! Don't you know how to be gentle with a woman?" "Have you touched me enough? Get up, breakfast is ready," she urged.

I was too lazy to move and said, "Carry me up." "Are you kidding? I can't carry you, you're the one who should carry me," she said.

"I'll carry you." With that, I immediately got up.

I used both hands to support her waist and ran with her.

She lay in my arms, smiling, and said, "You're the first man to carry me since I was old enough to understand." I carried her to the dining table in the hall and gently placed her on a chair.

Breakfast food was already laid out on the table, including fresh milk, bread, sausages, and other delicious foods.

I said to her, "I want to nurse." She understood what I meant and jokingly said, "Just call me, and I'll feed you if I feel like it." I went up to her and teased, "Mom, I'm hungry, I want to nurse." She pretended to be a loving mother and said, "Child, come to Mom, Mom will nurse you." I went over, and she took out her left breast. I knelt down, put my arms around her waist, and took her breast in my mouth, suckling.

After a while, she urged me to have breakfast, saying she would feed me again later.

At breakfast, I fed her a sip of fresh milk, and she fed me a sip of fresh milk; I fed her a bite of bread, and she fed me a bite of bread.

We were both completely absorbed, holding each other tightly, pacing around the living room.

She suggested, "Let's take a shower together later, then go back to the room. I locked all the doors and windows earlier, and opened the curtains, so no one outside can see what we're doing or saying. Don't worry, it's just the two of us in the room now, no need to sneak around. I'll take you to the train station at four o'clock." I said, "I can go by myself, that's too much trouble." She said, "No, I won't feel at ease until I see you get on the train." I knew I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I had to agree.

I picked her up again, and she said softly in my arms, "Now it's just the two of us in the house, dry wood and raging fire. You're the dry wood, and I'm the fire. I'm going to burn you to ashes." "You're so cheeky! How did you come up with the idea of using dry wood and raging fire to describe us? We'll see who's the fire and who's the dry wood then." I gently put her down.

I helped her take off her pajamas, then took off my vest and trousers. She insisted on helping me take off my underwear.

She beamed, saying, "'Little sister' has waited for you for five years. Finally, I can see 'big brother'! 'Little sister' will be good, 'big brother' will cherish 'little sister'." She pulled down, and before my underwear was completely off, my fully erect penis broke free, sprang out of my pants. She was so startled that her face paled, and she took a few steps back.

She grasped my penis with both hands and said, "It's so hot." Then she added, "Look, I can't even hold it with both hands, and the glans is so thick, more than twice the size of my opening. Will it even fit? Can I handle it?" "Don't be nervous," she said. "There's a first time for everything. I'll protect you. I'll go in little by little, slowly. If you feel pain or discomfort, I'll stop immediately. I don't care how deep it goes; I only care about having experienced it. Didn't I tell you before that my penis is thick and long? You even said the thicker and longer, the more ecstatic it is. Now, before the actual sex battle has even begun, you're already..." "I'm backing down." I could tell she still had reservations, so I suggested, "How about you let me in for a bit?" Before I could finish, she interrupted, "No, I've waited enough for this day. I'm not willing to let you in only once or twice. I want to keep the door wide open, letting you in and out until the moment you ejaculate." I added, "Or, I'll wear a condom." She said angrily, "No, absolutely not. I want skin-to-skin contact with you. I want to experience what it feels like when you come in." Finally, I reassured her, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." She was relieved and her worries turned to joy.

I told her, "I'll wash you first, and then you can wash me." She nodded in agreement.

I wet her body with the showerhead, then used soap to wash her back, chest, abdomen, hands, arms, and armpits. Her armpits were as white as snow, without a single hair. While washing, I sprayed water on her body with the showerhead. I knelt down and used soap to wash her legs several times with clean water. Next, I moved her to her buttocks. I told her to stand in a horse stance, spreading her legs as wide as possible. I spread her buttocks apart and first applied soap to her anus, then moved it upwards along the buttocks, scrubbing back and forth several times with my hands, before washing with the showerhead. Finally, I moved her to her vulva. I told her to close her legs and apply soap to her pubic hair and labia, then wash with water. Next, I instructed her to spread her

legs as wide as possible, spreading her labia, and scrubbing her vulva back and forth. While scrubbing her vulva, I could feel something very tender, smooth, and soft. Her labia were slightly raised, pinkish-red, and very thin, not unlike our lower lips. Nestled between the labia was the clitoris, bright red and soft, and a little above that was the clitoral hood, a small granule hidden inside the vulva. Below the clitoris was the vaginal opening, also bright red, about the size of a two-cent coin, always open. Below that was the anus, always closed.

It was clear at a glance that this was untouched virgin territory.

Next, it was her turn to serve me. She was fascinated by my proud, erect penis, very curious, and would occasionally stroke it with her hands for amusement. She knelt down, licked my glans with her tongue, then took it into her mouth and sucked on it, gently chewing it.

She spat out the glans from her mouth. Looking up, she asked curiously, "Does it hurt?" "No, it doesn't hurt. A man's glans doesn't have many nerves; you only feel it being bitten, not pain," I replied.

She took my glans into her mouth again, bit down hard, and then looked up to see my reaction.

"It doesn't hurt, but be careful not to bite it off. If it breaks, you won't be able to use it anymore," I threatened her.

My penis filled her small mouth; with her holding it, there was no room to speak.

I asked her, "Do you know what you're doing to me right now?" She replied, "Yes, it's oral sex." She continued to play with my penis, thoroughly enjoying herself.

I asked her, "Only deeply in love couples would engage in oral sex. Do you want me to do it for you?" She stood up, her eyes filled with anticipation, and said, "I've wanted to try this for a long time. Can you give me oral sex now?" I pulled her to the edge of the bathtub, instructing her to raise her left leg and place it on the edge of the tub, while spreading her right leg as wide as possible to maintain her balance.

I bent down and buried my mouth in her vulva, gently sucking and licking her labia alternately. She immediately reacted intensely, her body convulsing, her hips swaying from side to side, and her vaginal fluids flowing freely from her opening. She kept moaning, a mixture of "It feels so good, it feels so good..."

I used my tongue to pry open her labia, rubbing and licking her clitoris back and forth with the tip of my tongue. Her reaction intensified; the amplitude and speed of her hip movements increased, and her moans grew louder.

She gripped my hair tightly, pressing my head down to prevent me from leaving her vulva.

"Yes, yes, right here, suck up like you're sucking my nipple," she pleaded.

I tried several times but couldn't succeed.

I told her, "I can't reach it, it's too deep, my lips can't reach." "A little higher, suck and lick my clitoris," she demanded again.

I followed her instructions, licking and rubbing her clitoris.

Her reaction intensified.

She screamed hysterically, "I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much down there. Hurry up and take me to bed, fuck me, penetrate me, cum on me." I picked her up, her eyes tightly closed. From the expression on her face, I could see her desire and yearning for sex.

It was all my fault. In these four years, I had constantly devoured her emotions and desires, while she had given and offered herself to me without reservation. She deserved to get her money back, with interest. I should repay her even more.

I gently kissed her forehead, expressing my remorse.

I laid her flat on the bed, slightly parting her legs. I touched her genitals and found that her vulva was soaked with vaginal fluid, even her calves. I knew she needed me inside her now. I shifted my body, straddling her legs, and teased her, "Brother wants to see sister, does sister want to see brother?" She smiled knowingly and flirtatiously replied, "Sister missed brother so much, come in quickly." I guided my penis to her opening and slowly, little by little, entered. I told her: Make a sound if it hurts.

I asked her with pity, "Can you feel it?" She replied, "Yes, it feels like something thick is being stretched open at my opening, and I can feel that thick thing entering my body." I said considerately, "My entire glans is already inside you. Do you want me to go in the whole thing, or just half?" She hurriedly replied, "I want my husband's whole thing, not half; I want the whole thing, not half." She repeated herself, afraid I hadn't heard her.

Looking at her expression, I knew she was enjoying the passion I was giving her, anticipating what would happen next.

I asked her, "Can you feel the thickest part of me inside you?" I slowly, little by little, entered her body. Seeing that she didn't react in pain, I increased the speed and pushed into her body. In an instant, I was completely inside her.

"Husband, my lower body is so swollen and uncomfortable, what should I do?" she asked me.

I replied, "I'll lie still, and you try using your buttocks to push up and slowly stroke me." At first, stroke slowly, then gradually increase the speed and range of motion.

"Honey, my mouth and breasts seem to need something. Can you kiss my mouth and touch my breasts?" I adjusted my body to match her height and said, "Stick out your tongue and let me suck it." While sucking her tongue, I played with her right breast with my left hand and her left nipple with my right.

She reacted strongly, moaning and uttering seductive moans.

At first, she would move up and down in rhythm with me, responding to each other. Later, she seemed to have found the point of pleasure, and she simply stopped moving, lying quietly and enjoying my thrusting. Each time, I would pull out to her vaginal opening and then thrust deeper into her until my penis hit her vaginal opening. Several times, she asked me to stop thrusting so she could catch her breath. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusting, until later, each time I thrust all the way in, it made a "slap, slap" sound like slapping water.

She became overwhelmed, and moans filled the air.

Her lewd cries grew louder and louder. She completely ignored her surroundings, indulging in unrestrained release. Her moans were interspersed with dreamlike murmurs, indistinctly…so good…it feels so good…so thick…so long…my darling…my sweetheart…thrust me hard…thrust me hard…I’m going to be fucked to death…I’m going to be fucked to death…her lewd moans were incredibly seductive.

She was completely intoxicated by our lovemaking.

She was being driven to the brink of ecstasy, dizzy and on the verge of death.

Suddenly, she cried out, “I can’t hold back anymore…I’m going to come…so beautiful…so enjoyable…so exciting…I’m coming.” She collapsed, lying there panting.

I quickly thrust into her several times, feeling myself reaching orgasm.

I immediately pulled my penis out of her body and ejaculated my thick, white semen onto her stomach.

We made love on the bed for about an hour.

She smiled slightly at me, indicating her satisfaction and enjoyment, and also expressing her gratitude for the pleasure I had given her.

She slightly opened her eyes, her expression exquisitely beautiful, as if she had been drowning in a sea of desire, struggling for a while before being rescued—her eyes had lost all their light, dazed and exhausted. From her bewildered gaze, it was clear she had thoroughly enjoyed that moment of pleasure; her love for me came from the depths of her heart; the man who had been riding her, thrusting into her body, was the one she loved most. This was something that could not be faked.

We lay side by side on the bed, her left leg resting on my right.

She said, "Thank you for giving me such supreme pleasure. My first time making love, I experienced the wonder of orgasm. When you first entered me, my vagina had to expand outwards to accommodate your thick, long penis. My vaginal walls felt like they were being torn apart, especially when your glans touched my cervix, it felt like it was being squeezed, it was so uncomfortable. At first, I thought that sexual intercourse wasn't fun at all, and I doubted the veracity of what my female colleagues described. They never missed an opportunity to make love with their boyfriends, sometimes at their boyfriends' homes..." Sometimes it was in their own homes, sometimes even in dimly lit parks. They said: only through making love with their boyfriends could they obtain that supreme pleasure. They often described to me their lovemaking with their boyfriends—foreplay, him riding on top of me, me riding on top of her, licking each other's genitals, sometimes standing, sometimes lying down… Before my confusion had dissipated, I began to feel this discomfort. It gradually lessened with each thrust, but then came an itching—an itching down there, an itching in my heart, and it grew increasingly itchy, very arousing, very excited. I had no… I couldn't control this sexual urge and arousal; I had to release it. I don't even know how I released it; my soul was scattered, my spirit had soared to the heavens. The urge and arousal kept escalating, finally reaching their peak. Suddenly, all my muscles and nerves convulsed; I reached orgasm. The arousal and itchiness disappeared, and I was paralyzed.” She paused, then said, “It's a pity we didn't reach orgasm at the same time this time; otherwise, the feeling would have been even more wonderful.” She began to complain to me: “If…” "I took birth control pills beforehand, so we might have a better time today." I comforted her, "Today is only our first time, there will be countless more, don't rush." She pouted again, "You're so good at sweet-talking, so good at deceiving, you've got me completely charmed.

" He suddenly remembered something and asked me, "When you pulled out your penis just now, did you notice any blood?" I turned to her and kissed her earlobe, comforting her, "Silly girl, not all girls bleed the first time. Am I the first man to enter your body?" She nodded repeatedly, indicating yes.

I continued, "That's it then, what era are we living in now, still worrying about whether there's blood or not. Don't worry unnecessarily, I know you've given me all your firsts, your virginity, your deflowering, you've left them all for me to possess, haven't you?" She nodded.

She had no confidence in herself, she worried that when I deflowered her, she might not bleed, and I might doubt that she was a virgin because there was no blood.

She smiled with relief and asked, "Was I behaving terribly just now?" I recounted what I had seen.

She said shyly, "It was so embarrassing! Thank goodness I didn't let you do it to me last night, otherwise they would have heard my deafening moans. How could I face anyone after that? You're so naughty, why didn't you cover my mouth? Tell me, did you enjoy it? How much?" I replied, "Men and women are different. Our penises have no sensation; we only feel like we're being thrust in and out of a soft, wet hole. There's no pleasure during the thrusting process. The orgasm is just a fleeting moment; the penis twitches a few times, and then I ejaculate. The woman a man most desires to make love to..." "Do you have the urge and drive to pursue sexual desire? Do you make seductive, alluring moans during sex? I'm so lucky; I've received all of that from you." I then added, "It's not something you can just have whenever you want. Both of you need to be very loving, have a strong sexual desire and drive, a strong desire to reach orgasm, and cooperate with each other—one giving, the other receiving. Only then can you enjoy this kind of pleasure. Like us, when we're intimate, I only think about how to give you the greatest pleasure, so I unconditionally give you all my resources, but you don't care about my situation..." She was only thinking about how to extract my resources to achieve the highest level of pleasure. This wasn't selfishness, but a perfect match, like your hole opened for me, and my penis existed because of you. She muttered to herself, "No wonder my colleagues never mentioned moaning during sex. I thought women only wet themselves, not moaned." She said happily, "From now on, I'll completely let go in front of you and moan loudly for you, okay?" I said, "That's my good wife." She seemed to have thought of something, "Well, shouldn't we install soundproofing in our room?" "If the neighbors hear, I'll be too embarrassed to go out." I teased her while playing with her nipples, "It's not that serious, is it? I won't embarrass you, we'll talk about it later. By the way, let me wipe the semen off my belly." She immediately stopped me, "No. I should have told you to ejaculate in my mouth, now you scoop out the semen on your body and let me eat it." I hesitated and asked, "It's very fishy, aren't you afraid?" She said, "It's your body, I'm not afraid. Haven't you ever eaten stinky tofu? It smells bad on the outside, but it's delicious in the heart." Seeing her serious look, I scooped it out for her bite by bite.

She ate it with relish, even licking the remaining parts stuck to her lips with her tongue.

She said, "It doesn't smell fishy at all, it's quite delicious. This is the essence of your life, how could I bear to waste it?" Seeing that I wasn't making any further moves, she asked, "Is that all?" I replied, "I've emptied it all." She said coquettishly, "You're naughty, and besides, you don't love me anymore." It seemed like we were telepathically connected; we didn't need to say many things aloud to know what the other was thinking.

I stood up, straddled her waist, and held my now limp penis to her lips.

She was a little surprised. "You seem to have supernatural powers, knowing what I'm thinking?" I teased her, "Because you're in my heart." She opened her cherry-like mouth and sucked on my glans, swallowing the remaining semen stuck to it. Then she licked my entire penis with her tongue, swallowing the sticky fluid on it. Finally, she swallowed the fluid stuck to her pubic hair and the surrounding area as well. Still not satisfied, she took my entire penis into her mouth and kept sucking.

She asked me pitifully, "Could you let my heart stay inside me a little longer? You're gone, and it's gone too. I'll miss you both so much." I said petulantly, "It only gave you a little treat, and you're already thinking about it like this? I served you for two days, and you've already forgotten about it so quickly. You're so biased!" She argued, "Nonsense, they're both my treasures. I want both of them; it's killing two birds with one stone. Without you, there's no it. I still love you more than it." I said, "You have to ask it. If it doesn't agree, there's nothing I can do." She squatted down and played with it with her hands, but there was no reaction.

She bent down, took it in her mouth, and kept sucking and spitting it out. My unruly penis became erect again after her repeated teasing.

She laughed heartily, clapped her hands, and shouted, "It agreed!" She looked innocent and adorable.

My heart broke at the sight. Just yesterday, she was a budding, radiant flower. Today she let me deflower her; she's transitioned from a girl to a young woman. How could I bear it? I've wronged her so much. Thinking of this, I couldn't control my emotions, and tears streamed down my face.

She saw my tears and looked at me with confusion: "What's wrong? Did I go too far?" I answered her, "Do you regret it? I took you, I ate you." She said plaintively, "Don't say that. It was my choice. The whole thing was my initiative; you never forced me or teased me. Ever since I was fifteen, I knew this would happen, it was just a matter of time. Please don't blame yourself, or I'll be heartbroken too." As she spoke, she also seemed to cry.

I quickly comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay." I held her tightly in my arms and gave her a deep kiss.

She smiled, and her heart calmed down.

I half-jokingly said, "Didn't it promise to stay inside you? If you don't act now, it might change its mind, and you'll be out of luck." She half-squatted down, grasped my penis, aimed it at her opening, and just like that, she sat down, taking my entire penis inside her.

She lay on top of me, and I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, bouncing up and down like two fleshy balls, blowing in the wind on my chest—it felt so good.

We hugged each other tightly, rolled around on the bed a few times, and finally faced each other, our legs intertwined. We talked endlessly, like a loving couple reunited after a long separation.

She said, "You're amazing! You kept me going for a whole hour, driving me wild with desire, making me feel like I was dying inside. My colleagues' boyfriends, after hearing their stories, surrendered in less than half an hour. If you don't mind, I can introduce you to them, so you can have a real love-hate relationship with them..." I asked, "You'd really sell me off..." She interrupted, "Just kidding, how could I sell you? You're my precious darling, my exclusive property, only for me to enjoy, no one else is allowed to even touch you. When I was still in elementary school, people started having their eyes on me, wanting to 'buy' me, and so on..." I married him when I grew up. Back then, I was still young, without breasts, a waist, or even a small bottom, yet someone already had their eye on me. And when I grew into a graceful young woman, needless to say, it was even more obvious. But I felt nothing for anyone around me; I was only devoted to you. I don't know how many dates I turned down; I waited for you faithfully for five years, and now I feel it was all worth it.” She paused, then continued, “I know I have very strong sexual desires, that I'm selfish, that I go too far. You just saw it; I was only focused on satisfying my sexual needs, completely…” I completely ignored you. I know you have to take care of four parts of me at the same time; it's not easy for you to kiss me, touch me, and penetrate me all at the same time. I can see that when you're intimate with me, you're not using me to release your sexual urges, but fulfilling your responsibility and trying your best to satisfy my sexual desires.” I said, “I'm fulfilling our agreement and repaying the debt of love I owe you as soon as possible.” She said, “I don't want you to repay it; you owe me forever, and you have to stay by my side forever.” I said, “I promise you I'll stay by your side forever and take care of you.” I asked her with concern, “…” "Are you still hungry? Do you want me to feed you again?" She teased me, "I'm too full. You've made me look like a ghost. My back aches, and my limbs are weak. Even if there were the most delicious food in the world, I couldn't swallow it. I almost climaxed several times just now, but luckily I realized it early and suppressed it. And thankfully, you and I were perfectly in sync. As soon as I told you to stop, you immediately stopped, which allowed me to get through several rounds. Otherwise, I would have ejaculated long ago. But in the end, I couldn't help it and had to ejaculate. It's all your fault. We could have climaxed at the same time..." She was blaming me again.

We intertwined, kissing each other, biting each other. When she realized that my penis couldn't stay still, she would twitch a few times, and my penis, very obediently, became erect again in a few moments.

I left countless love bite marks on her chest and back. After seeing them, she scolded me for making her look like a ghost, not even human. We lingered in bed until 3 a.m. before finally stopping.

We went to the shower together, embracing each other.

After settling everything, she took me to the train station. Before I boarded the train, she reminded me to take good care of her three pieces of clothing, as we would marry at the end of the year.

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