Adultery [Completed]

In the early summer twilight, the blazing sun gradually withdrew its piercing rays, sinking heavily westward. The distant clouds burned a deep red, like congealed blood.

The small town, bathed in the sunset, saw the dust settle quietly. People leaving work, like birds returning to their nests or animals returning to their pens, walked in twos and threes. Women carried scallions they'd bought on the way, men carried peanuts and dried tofu for their evening drinks, and children skipped along, their backpacks emblazoned with Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. The crescent moon peeked shyly, appearing and disappearing like a watermark on a book's cover. It was less bright than the lights of the night market, their scattered glow forming lines and a network…

Standing at the window, gazing out, the sky, layered with darkness, blurred into a mass of ink, and her eyes blurred into a mist. Just then, her phone on the table vibrated. Her heart skipped a beat, and it buzzed in response—the screen flashed with dazzling colors in the dim room, blinding her.

She couldn't bear to look at the number, so she grabbed it and held it to her ear. "Hello?" "..." The other end was as silent as a vacuum. "Hello? Who is this?" she asked anxiously. "Sister..." Although the other person was trying to suppress their breathing, she could still feel their hot breath on her face, and her breathing became inexplicably rapid and heavy. "Hmm, why are you panting?" she deliberately made her tone cold. "Sister, open the door," the other person seemed rather smug. "Ah! You..." Her heart pounded, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She stumbled and fell to the door like a dancer. "You rascal!" she sighed inwardly as she looked through the peephole, but a sweet and charming smile appeared on her lips. "Sister!" A dark figure darted in and wrapped herself tightly around her.

"Mmm..." She only managed a soft moan before her lips were captured. The other person impatiently peeled off her thin clothes. She struggled a couple of times, trying to resist, but her shirt had already slipped off. Just as his hand was about to ravage her firm breasts, she jolted awake and grabbed his hand. "Why are you here? Don't you have evening study hall?" "I missed you, so I took sick leave." "Isn't the school gate locked?" "I jumped over the wall." Her face turned cold, icy in the night, her voice slightly angry. "How am I supposed to explain this to your parents if something happens to you?" "Sister..." "Don't do it again!" "Okay," the boy hugged her, stroking her back, his fingers playing with the straps of her bra. "Where is he?" "You only came tonight, didn't you know?" She pouted, teasing. "Hehe," the boy chuckled, kissing her forehead, her brow, her cheek. She dodged. "Go take a shower, you're all sweaty!" "Okay, wait for me, hehe."

She leaned against the bed, listening to the rushing water from the bathroom. She turned on the TV—commercials, random commercials. She folded her shirt neatly, but didn't know where to put it, so she just held it there, silently watching the screen.

He came in wearing a towel, squatted down beside her, his face pressed against her legs, his hands caressing her knees: "Sis." "Uh, finished showering?" "Yeah—why isn't the light on again?" The boy snuggled closer to her. She unfolded her shirt, laughing as she covered his head, "You, do you miss me or my body?—Tell the truth." "Both." "Both?—I hope so."

She unbuckled her belt, pulled down her trousers, revealing her full, white legs. A strange light flashed in the boy's dark eyes, and he swallowed hard. She turned away and removed her bra, her breasts trembling, gleaming like porcelain. The boy blushed, ripped off the towel, revealing his strong muscles and the menacing shaft between his legs. The light from the television cast a dim, half-lit glow on him, making him appear even more breathtaking.

She lay quietly. The evening news had just begun, and the anchor was reporting the main points.

The boy swept over her body like a tidal wave, capturing her alluring red lips with his own. His hands traced the curves of her body, reaching directly for her breasts. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her tongue passionately responding to his kisses. The boy kneaded her full breasts, feeling their soft, smooth texture. He traced circles with his fingertips, scraping and rubbing her nipples, then gently pressing and kneading them, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipples, teasing them with light, slow movements… In the darkness, her sense of touch was exceptionally acute. The stimulation to her breasts was subtle and pervasive, gradually making her feel hot all over, her back beaded with fine sweat. He sucked on her tongue, savoring her saliva as if drinking fine wine or honey tea, completely intoxicated. Her hands encircled his waist, caressing his buttocks. Her caresses brought him a fresh stimulation, making his penis grow even harder and more erect, its large, smooth glans rubbing against the inside of her rounded thighs.

He reluctantly pulled away from her lips, kissing her elegant neck and lingering on her snow-white breasts. The boy buried his face in her cleavage, greedily inhaling her body fragrance and the scent of her breasts, his tongue swirling around her jade peaks, greedily licking her alabaster skin. She felt as if she were being bitten by ants and insects, her bones almost shattering into dust, her whole body numb and itchy, yet she refused to let the sensation subside even for a moment! The young woman's eyes were slightly closed, her nostrils flared, her teeth biting her lip, her legs unconsciously clamping and rubbing together. Suddenly, the boy sucked hard on her cherry-red nipple, sending a rush of heat through her body. She couldn't resist any longer, turning her face away and letting out a soft moan. Her thin lace panties were already soaked with the gushing fluids. The boy's tongue played with the cherry in his mouth, his saliva staining her breasts…

The young woman's desire was slightly relieved, and she reached between his legs, grasping his erect penis. She pushed the boy down, straddling his legs, and in the dim light, lovingly admired his treasure. Her right hand played with his penis and scrotum, while her left hand kneaded her breasts and quietly moved between her legs, scratching her itchy vulva through the damp lace.

“Sis, let me help you,” the boy said, sitting up and kissing her cheek. He parted her beautiful legs, bringing his face close to her private area, and ran his tongue around her sensitive inner thighs, causing her body to tremble. Her arms hung limply at the edge of the bed, completely enjoying his ministrations. The boy’s tongue lightly probed her vulva through her white lace panties, the lace rubbing against her opening, enticing her to flow with a trickle of lustful fluid, which he then swallowed whole.

The boy’s hands gripped her waist from behind, lifting her full, soft buttocks, and slowly peeled back her panties, revealing her lush mons pubis and the alluring paradise she so desired. She was, after all, married; her vulva was no longer the pink of a young girl, but a vibrant red, like a ripe apple, exuding the lingering charm of youth and the beauty of early maturity. His fiery tongue pressed against hers, licking her vulva, which opened and closed in a gasping motion, almost overflowing with love juice again.

The boy's fingers roamed between her buttocks, occasionally brushing against her anus, stimulating her body to tremble like a leaf. He lifted his face, seeing her intoxicated posture, incomparably alluring, the shifting light reflecting off her exquisite body like a white fish appearing and disappearing in the waves. She felt a cool emptiness between her legs and barely opened her eyes. Taking advantage of her distraction, his middle finger "squeaked" into her vagina, spurting out a stream of clear fluid that shot onto his chest. She screamed "Ah..." and fell to the side, curling up like a shrimp. "You... bastard!" Her expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure, scolding him with a mixture of anger and laughter, while tightly clamping her legs together, the overflowing fluid soaking her private parts and wetting the sheets around her legs.

"I'm about to die, please come quickly..." she murmured, her face flushed.

The boy parted her legs, guided his magnificent penis to her wet opening, smearing it with her vaginal fluids, making it appear even larger and redder. She tried to open her legs to welcome his entry. The glans forced open her bright red labia, the tearing pain causing her body to tense into a bow. Better a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one, he thrust his hips forward, his golden spear piercing through the layers of flesh in her valley, almost penetrating her delicate body. She let out a muffled scream, gripping the sheets beneath her, the swelling sensation in her vagina instantly soaring into the air. The boy stopped, the glans pressing against her plump, lubricated clitoris. An electric, tingling pleasure rose within her, her body gradually relaxing, a faint smile appearing on her lips. Her honeyed cave was deep, moist, and warm, enveloping, squeezing, and sucking his penis. The boy carefully withdrew his penis halfway, leaving her labia turned inside out and overflowing with vaginal fluids. Her lips formed an "O" shape, emitting a soft "woo..." moan. He thrust his penis in again, the glans rubbing against her vaginal walls. Despite the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, her tight grip caused a tinge of pain mixed with a faint pleasure.

"The General Secretary pointed out that literary and artistic workers should maintain full contact with the masses, delve deeply into life, accelerate the pace, and increase the intensity to contribute to the construction of socialist spiritual civilization..."

The boy quickened his thrusting rhythm, his penis rapidly moving in and out of her vagina. The trembling of her body was beyond her control, almost driving her mad. The high-frequency friction made his penis as hot as a red-hot iron rod. Her originally jade-like body turned a captivating pink from the increased temperature. Each thrust from the boy was heavy, like a hammer hitting the earth, producing a dull growl. The sticky vaginal fluid soaked their pubic hair, making them stick together, and even a slight increase in the range of motion would produce unexpected stimulation. She was completely overwhelmed by physical desire. One hand reached to their point of union, teasing her clitoris, while the other sucked on it with a "tsk tsk" sound. The pleasure that had been building up suddenly burst forth like a tidal wave. Her burning body could no longer bear it. Accompanied by waves of violent trembling, the folds of flesh inside her vagina writhed and contracted in waves, and gushes of hot vaginal fluid gushed out. She felt like a lone boat in the sea, a swing in the wind, swaying and bobbing back and forth... The hot vaginal fluid brought the boy a sense of powerlessness he had never felt before. His body lost control in an instant, and he felt his penis throbbing involuntarily inside her honeypot. Thick semen gushed out, mixing with her vaginal fluid, filling her honeypot...

The music of "Fisherman's Song at Dusk" drifted out, melodious and pleasant. He rushed over, eagerly grabbing a hot towel to wipe the grime between her legs, all the while whispering sweet nothings: "Sister, you're so beautiful, like a Greek sculpture. If I could paint, I'd paint you..." She lay there lazily, her eyelids half-closed, enjoying the tranquility of the gentle waves kissing the sand and the breeze rustling the branches.

"Wait a minute, you can go now," she said weakly.

"Okay."

"There's a bag of beef jerky in the kitchen cupboard, take it..."

"Sister..."

"I know the food at your school—take it!"

"Okay."

There was a rustling sound in the kitchen; she anxiously waited for the door to close, but she didn't hear it. Her mind was blank, and the light from the television dazzled her, so she drifted off to sleep...

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