Recalling that sister

That was two or three years ago, when I was still addicted to a massively multiplayer online game (MMORPG). My girlfriend and I joined a small, casual guild with our alternate characters.

At the time, the guild was very underdeveloped and desperately needed raiders. My girlfriend and I were both excellent raiders, and we quickly became key members of the guild. I even took on the role of raid leader. I made many good friends there; it was one of my most unforgettable periods in my life. The main character of this story is the guild leader, a married woman.

At the time, I only knew that my girlfriend and the guild leader were very close, inseparable best friends.

One day, I logged into my girlfriend's account. On a whim, I didn't reveal that it was me; instead, I impersonated her. Thus, I discovered their little secret… A little while later, the guild leader messaged me: “You rewrote that part of your husband’s story so well… I was so excited after reading it.” (At the time, I had written a fanfiction based on the game and guild characters, which I was serializing on the guild forum.)

I was taken aback and replied, “Really… Haha, I’m glad you like it.” Then the two of them started chatting, and I discovered that my sister and the guild leader’s private chats were quite explicit, mostly about women’s private topics, and the “sexual” undertones were very strong.

I didn’t dare tell my sister about this afterwards, thankfully without getting caught. The guild leader had always had a good impression of me; we were very close in our thinking and shared many views. However, I felt that she was only being nice to me because I had brought a lot of help to the guild.

After that, I couldn’t help but occasionally sneakily read my sister’s conversations with her. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop. It was like an addiction, like a drug, and I couldn’t extricate myself from spying on the guild leader’s privacy.

Occasionally, I would secretly log into my sister’s account and chat with her privately.

Fate played a cruel trick. About six months later, the girl and I broke up. She quickly left the guild and, with her formidable skills, became one of the top female players on the entire server. Meanwhile, I remained in that small guild, organizing a group of amateur players with subpar gear and awareness to raid again and again each week, wiping, wiping, raiding… the cycle repeated endlessly.

Perhaps heartbroken by the girl's betrayal, the guild leader and I grew closer. We chatted frequently, reminiscing about their past and occasionally discussing everyday life. During these conversations, I learned that her husband didn't care much about her or their family, rarely returning home, and when he did, he'd be with his friends, drunk and sleeping.

I don't know if this counts as taking advantage of a vulnerable situation, but after several late-night conversations, the guild leader invited me to Beijing. She said, "Treat me to dinner, let's meet and have a heart-to-heart."

I hadn't thought much of it beforehand, nor did I expect it to work out on the first try. Since she invited me, I figured even a short trip to Beijing would be fine.

In the end, it turned into a joke. After we met and had dinner, she remembered to help me find a place to stay, only to discover, in a ridiculous twist of fate, that I hadn't brought my ID!

Without my ID, I couldn't register at the hotel, so she drove me away from Beijing all the way home to get my ID and then drove back to Beijing. It was already dinnertime when we got back, and I treated her to dinner. Since we both had a little beer, I didn't let her drive back. She made a small gesture, but didn't insist, and we stayed there.

Knowing she had back pain, I noticed she was rubbing her lower back while sitting, so I offered to massage her. I don't really think my massage skills are that great, but she seemed to enjoy it. However, she later told me that she couldn't stand just the way I pressed her. Although I hadn't specifically practiced, it seemed my pressure was just right to get her excited.

When she asked me to "go down a little more" for the third time, I knew she was even more eager than I was for what was to come.

Although I'd had a few girlfriends before, this was my first time openly having an affair, and I was incredibly excited. Like many women, she had almost no resistance to my ears and neck.

Perhaps mature women get into the mood faster; under the onslaught of my "oral skills," she broke down in less than two minutes and became much more proactive.

After the kiss, I meticulously ran my tongue over her entire body several times. I only do this with girls I really, really like; honestly, it's hard for an average girl to fake it.

She had short hair, and while not exceptionally beautiful, she seemed very quiet and reserved. She wasn't very tall, maybe a little under 1.6 meters, and her skin wasn't very fair, but it was healthy—yes, a wheatish tan. Her breasts weren't large, but her nipples were quite large and dark brown.

She usually went makeup-free, but her body odor was lovely, a kind of wheat-like scent. Besides her lips, tongue, neck, and ears, I also thoroughly "searched" her armpits, navel, and the sides of her breasts.

Her androgynous voice was beautiful during sex. At that moment, she was completely out of control, and I was worried about the soundproofing of that hotel afterwards. Haha.

When I got to her lower body, her "wild grassland" was already overflowing with fluids, a muddy mess. She said, "What's wrong with me? I haven't been this wet in ages. Why is there so much water?" "Lack of love, huh?" I silently thought to myself.

With a touch of my tongue, she gushed. Even I didn't expect that this scene, which I had only ever seen in cartoons, would climax with just one touch.

However, I never gave her oral sex again after that, and never will, because after her first climax, she would experience slight incontinence, really. Even if I'm not good with eyes, I can tell that the light yellow, transparent liquid isn't vaginal fluid, and it even has a smell...

I don't know if anyone will laugh when they read this, but it's all true. Although we've broken up now, I still respect her. I still have some of her photos and chat logs. If I really wanted to possess her again, I could use them to blackmail her, but I don't want to do that. As a person, it's always good to leave some space for yourself and others; consider it an act of kindness.

Because I was a bit playful at the time, after her orgasm, I immediately switched from my tongue to my hand, rubbing her clitoris, and she quickly came again. She gestured that I could insert my fingers, and she still came quickly. By the time we started, she had already had seven orgasms.

This experience was truly eye-opening, because she showed me many firsts: the first time I saw a real-life version of orgasmic incontinence, the first time I saw a real-life version of squirting (although not as exaggerated as in Japanese films, like a water gun), and the first time I saw a woman with such rapid and consecutive orgasms (my previous girlfriends would only have one orgasm before needing to stop).

This went on for about an hour, maybe longer. When I started penetrating her, she still had energy; I still don't understand how she could still have the energy for sex after such a huge physical exertion…

She didn't have much pubic hair, only a little above her pubic area. There was none further down to her clitoris. Her labia weren't dark (because I knew beforehand she'd had sex with many boyfriends before marriage, many times), only slightly darker than her wheat-colored skin.

When I penetrated her, she let out a very satisfied moan. My penis is quite thick, or rather, "big-headed" would be a more accurate description. Therefore, the stretching and scraping sensation should be very intense, I speculate.

Her vagina wasn't particularly tight, but the fleshy feel and texture were quite nice. She was also very good at moaning, which was very satisfying to hear. She's the kind of person who really enjoys herself and pursues pleasure; she doesn't just "lie there and let me have sex," making a couple of noises to show she's "professional." For example, if my insertion angle was wrong, she would immediately correct me. Or if the speed needed adjusting, she would correct that too. She's someone who doesn't take pleasure lightly.

In the normal missionary position, I didn't feel much, but when we switched to the doggy style from behind, I could feel her intense pleasure and the vibrations of her orgasm. Once, she even couldn't bear the brief hypersensitivity after her orgasm and pulled away... which made me both laugh and cry... Then she turned back and said in a very sweet voice, "I orgasmed again, let me catch my breath, I can't take it anymore..." In the years since, I've often thought about this scene. This side of the usually imposing, bold, and dignified president was so captivating.

During her thirteenth orgasm (including foreplay), I felt myself about to explode, making my final thrust and planning to pull out at the last moment. That's when she did something that completely shocked me. She crossed her legs, pressed her hands tightly against my waist, and moved her hips while sucking on my "little head." A few seconds later, I collapsed…

In the following year or two, we dated a few more times, but later, as her marriage broke down, she gradually disappeared from my world. She wasn't my first woman, but she was the most unforgettable.

The first time I witnessed squirting, the first time I witnessed incontinence, the first time I witnessed a woman so actively moving her hips with a man. A woman I still don't know how to describe… If she's still somewhere struggling to make a living and support her family, I hope she's doing well. (

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