How can there be an end if it never began?

Recalling a past event, this is my first post, so please forgive my limited writing skills!

Although the old saying goes that every family has its own troubles, how could we, who hover between being awesome and mediocre, fear problems? The talents God bestowed upon us are for solving all kinds of problems.

But that time, there truly was no solution. My insistence that my child should learn to be self-reliant, coupled with my mother-in-law's unreasonable spoiling, became the trigger. Long-standing disagreements about our child's education finally led to a family war. My wife said she needed to calm down and took her parents and child back to China.

Unexpectedly, years later, I'm back to single life. Although lonely and bored, I secretly rejoice. When I excitedly called friends to ask them to go drinking with me, I realized everyone was living a life of monastic discipline, while I was finally all alone.

Sitting alone in a corner, reliving the bright lights and bustling atmosphere of a bar, watching the young bodies undulating to the music, I sighed, "Youth is truly wonderful." Ignoring the alluring glances of the 32C, rejecting the mating signals emanating from the 18-inch waist rubbing against my lap, I dejectedly paid for the drinks, clutching a bag of red, yellow, blue, and green cigarettes, and stumbled into the arms of my Z4. It seems the saying "a car is a man's wife" is absolutely true; only this fiery red, sexy wife has ever been loyal to me.

Wandering aimlessly through this lonely city, I inadvertently arrived at Little F's doorstep. I wondered how she was doing? This most beautiful of my many former confidantes, with her enviable bust, the little darling I was so intimate with—we showered together, slept naked together, yet nothing ever happened—was her married life alright?

The last time I remembered seeing her was when she was about to get married. She told me not to look for her anymore because her world was too small, small enough to only hold one man, and she could only love one man.

From then on, although we lived in the same city, and although we both followed each other's WeChat updates, we were like strangers, never seeing each other again.

On a whim, I took out my phone, sent a greeting message, and lit my last cigarette. I figured that was it; I'd finish this one and head home.

The screen flashed, and I picked up the phone suspiciously. It was Xiao F. She was saying something bad about her; after a fight, her husband had gone on a business trip to Brazil. Who knows where he's now, enjoying himself to the fullest.

After a few words of lament, she invited me for drinks. I said I could be there in three minutes. Xiao F typed a tearful emoji and said, "Okay, if you ring my doorbell in three minutes, I'll be completely honest with you, and you can do whatever you want with me tonight." Three minutes later, I rang the doorbell precisely on time. Behind the door was a face filled with extreme terror and disbelief.

"You...how did you get here?"

"Yeah, three minutes, that's it, I'm here." Once

inside, sitting on the sofa, I finally had a chance to properly observe Xiao F. Two years had passed, yet she was still as beautiful as ever. Her long hair was piled high, her large eyes gleamed with a captivating light, and her snow-white skin and neck were flushed with a faint blush. With each step she took, a subtle yet unforgettable fragrance wafted from her.

"What would you like to drink?"

"You know."

Without much small talk, a glass of Chivas Regal on the Rock was placed before me.

There were no pronouncements about life, no lamentations, but it seemed we both understood each other's current situation through our eyes, understood the helplessness and resentment within them. We simply drank in silence until the 25-year-old bottle was empty. She said she was tired, and I got up to leave.

As I stepped out the door, Little F said, "I wanted to say, I'm tired. Could you give me a massage like you always do?" "I just hope my skills haven't deteriorated over the years."

There was no smugness, no formality; everything seemed so natural. I sat on the footstool in the bedroom, while she sank into the soft bed. I loosened the black hair piled on top of my head and vigorously demonstrated my massage techniques on her head, neck, and shoulders.

"Is it because of the weather? Your skin is so dry. It wasn't like this before!" "People change. Without realizing it, things might have changed beyond recognition." I didn't respond, clearly she was implying something.

I got some olive oil from the kitchen and reached for the belt of her robe. She grabbed my hand, biting her lip and shaking her head slightly, but I ignored her and insisted on opening the robe, revealing her stunning figure, completely naked.

I had her lie face down and started massaging from her toes upwards. The fragrance of olive oil was intoxicating, and Little F seemed to be enjoying it too, until I parted her legs to massage her inner thighs. She seemed startled, covering her buttocks with her hands as I pressed them to either side. "Why are you shy? What part of your body haven't I seen? What haven't I touched?" "That was before, now... I..." "So what? Aren't you still you?"

I deliberately confused the concepts and downplayed the fact that she was married.

She seemed unwilling to remove her hands, so I stopped pestering her and turned to massage her back. There was a scar on her waist, left from when she was an athlete, and it was one of her Achilles' heel. It was a secret only I knew; a light kiss on that scar would completely disarm her.

Thinking of teasing her, after massaging her back, I leaned down and gently traced the scar with the tip of my tongue.

"Ah..." She suddenly convulsed, instantly raising her buttocks, exposing her tight anus and pink vulva to me. Her buttocks continued to twist, and after a few teases, there was some glistening liquid between her legs.

I turned her over so she was face up. She shyly covered her vulva with one hand and her breasts with the other, but it was all in vain. Were breasts so easily covered?

I continued massaging from her feet upwards. This time, she seemed less reserved, until I placed my hands over her breasts. I kneaded them, but she held onto them tightly, refusing to let go. In desperation, I stood above her head, pried her hands apart, and forcefully pulled them between her thighs. Her two beautiful breasts stood proudly before me.

I dripped oil on them, and my fingers circled the two pretty pink nipples. The nipples hardened instantly, leaving only her breasts trembling and shaking.

Her breasts seemed more sensitive than before; she squeezed and rubbed her legs together, sometimes letting out a few seductive moans. Perhaps out of revenge, the hand between my legs became restless, constantly kneading my testicles and occasionally slipping its way under my shorts to caress and stroke my penis.

Under the influence of alcohol, in a daze, my lips pressed against her firm breasts, my tongue licking along her areolas, gently biting her nipples, while my fingers wandered and caressed the inside of her thighs until her breathing became heavy before I kissed her lips. A passionate French kiss brought the two lonely people so close.

In her drunken haze, my fingers touched the small pimple on her vulva, and she arched her back instantly. The fluid flowing from her vagina no longer needed any lubricant.

She kept murmuring, "Take me, take me..."

My fingers continued to rub her clitoris, gradually increasing the speed, and 3-5 minutes later she reached her first orgasm.

I didn't give her a chance to recover from her heavy breathing. Instead, I forcefully spread her legs, pushing them into an M-shape, exposing her vulva completely. Watching the glistening vaginal fluid flow out, I couldn't resist teasing her clitoris with my tongue, while my fingers inserted into her vagina, scraping back and forth against the folds of her vaginal walls, searching for that small, rough G-spot.

When two fingers entered her body, she couldn't help but cry out loud. With this continuous massage, she reached another climax, tightly gripping my fingers, refusing to let them out.

In this position, I inserted two fingers into Xiao F's vagina, using her buttocks as a fulcrum, while my middle and ring fingers hooked upwards and moved rapidly up and down, catching Xiao F completely off guard and giving her her third orgasm.

Xiao F was breathing heavily, constantly begging for my penetration. I flipped her over and made her kneel down, inserting a finger into her anus from behind. Xiao F cried out in pain, so I inserted two fingers into her vagina again, constantly scraping to make her forget the pain. Gradually, pleasure and a feeling of fullness replaced the pain, and Xiao F gradually got into the mood, experiencing two more orgasms in the next ten minutes. These orgasms made Xiao F tremble and spasm continuously. I released my

already erect penis, and Xiao F rushed over and knelt by the bed, constantly stroking it. I gestured for her to use her mouth, and she clumsily took my penis in, unsure of what to do. I held her head and moved it up and down, watching her clumsy but energetic movements, and I almost ejaculated in her mouth.

I pulled out my penis and slapped it against Xiao F's vulva. The gradually swollen vulva and slightly open vaginal opening were so tempting. Just as Xiao F was immersed in the tingling sensation of being slapped, I forcefully inserted my penis all the way into her vagina. The warm and slippery vagina was truly intoxicating. I thrust in and out forcefully, each time going all the way in, until the head of my penis reached Xiao F's cervix before I pulled out. I would thrust in and out like this for a while, then pause, but each time I would thrust all the way in. After more than half an hour, Xiao F showed signs of orgasm again and shouted, "Shoot it in, give it all to me, please, ah..." Under Xiao F's constant pleas and requests to be fucked, I couldn't help but ejaculate all the semen that had been accumulating for so long inside her. We embraced each other and fell asleep.

The morning sun felt warm on my skin, and the lingering scent of passion from the night before filled the air. My penis hardened again, and Little F cried out for mercy, jumping out of bed and fleeing to the bathroom. Semen streamed down her thighs as she ran. Finally, with nowhere to escape in the bathroom, I pinned her down again and thrust into her forcefully until she climaxed.

After washing up, we lingered, reluctant to part, until we finally separated. This time, we never saw each other again until a few months later at a gathering. She was heavily pregnant, and my heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm and composed. I found an opportunity to ask her what was wrong, and she said something profound: "If it never started, how can it end?"

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