[My Story as a Retired Female Captain]

My Story with a Retired Female Captain

There's a secret I've always wanted to share, and today I'll tell you all:

The Seed of Love

After graduating from university, in late 1994, I went to a lakeside park with a group of classmates.

One brought a girl, saying she was from his hometown and a sophomore at another university. He said he brought her out to see the scenery and take pictures

. This girl was quite pretty and lively, and rather plump (not fat). We all liked her, and we took turns

taking pictures with her as a memento. Afterwards, we forgot about her.

In the summer of 1995, some classmates went dancing at a dance hall near our alma mater. I took off my glasses and went to ask a pretty girl

next to me to dance. To my surprise, she called out my name, which startled me. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed her.

She was with several other beautiful girls. The classmates were all delighted, and we each rode our bicycles to take them back to school. Afterwards, we

planned to "marry" her off to one of our classmates who had never been in a relationship, and we often joked about it with him.

However, that classmate was uncooperative and didn't make a move.

A few days later, the girl suddenly paged me, asking me to go out. I agreed,

and that's how our little dog-love began—we just held hands and kissed

. She told me that from the first moment she saw me, she felt something would happen between us, which is why she stood very close to me in our

first photo. I checked photos of her with other classmates, and it was true. Towards

the end of the year, I can't remember what it was, but we had a fight, and afterwards, we were both sulking and stopped contacting each other.

We didn't tell any of our classmates about this relationship; only a few close colleagues knew. Later, I heard she

joined the army , and we lost contact again, but I always thought about her, wondering what she was doing. Sometimes I

even dreamed about her. I only occasionally heard some true or false news about her from her fellow villagers.

After hearing some of this information, I later dated someone else and got married. A year later, I heard she got married too

.

Another year passed. I was on a business trip when I suddenly received a call from her. She told me she had transferred to civilian work and

returned to our city, wanting to get together with us old friends. I immediately had

a feeling something was about to happen. After she returned, we got together a few times. Our old friends all said she had become a "beautiful woman," and we

often teased her, saying she couldn't even salute properly.

After each gathering, she would ask me to take her home. Although her husband and she lived apart,

I restrained myself, knowing we were both married, and tried not to go into her house. Occasionally, I would just go in for a cup of tea and leave.

But fewer and fewer friends were invited to the gatherings, until eventually it was just the two of us.

Until one day, we were sitting in a bar when we suddenly ran into an old colleague we hadn't seen for years.

After seeing us, he exclaimed, "You two are like characters in the movie 'Pearl Harbor,' a twist of fate.

Now you each have your own families, it's such a pity. You just don't know how much he loves you?" That night, I still took her home

as usual, acting as if nothing had happened. But we both had a strong premonition that something was about to happen between us, because

I knew clearly that she was always my true love, and I had never forgotten her!

The more tempting something is, the more you restrain yourself; the more you restrain yourself, the more tempting it becomes.

A few months later, I received another call from her, saying that she had gotten divorced, bought a house, and

moved out. Naturally, I went over to help her clean, and then we bought appliances together.

Since my wife often travels for work, and she wanted me to keep her company, I occasionally stayed at her place, sleeping

on the sofa, of course. Although I really wanted to hug her, and she often sat next to me in her nightgown after showering,

and she would only draw the shower curtain while showering, and would always look at me and say coquettishly, "Don't peek." After she came out,

her pink skin after the shower, her fragrant scent, her bare arms, neck and thighs, her perky

breasts and the lines of her panties were simply tempting me to violate her. Although my penis was incredibly erect,

propriety still made me restrain myself and I didn't touch her at all, but just slept on her sofa.

I spent several nights at her place like this. One night, when I said I had to go back, she suddenly said, "Could you

stay and keep me company?" I had no choice but to stay, and I prepared to sleep on the sofa outside as usual. She went in

to sleep , while I stayed outside watching TV. Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any longer. I quietly went to open her bedroom door, but

I still hesitated. As the door was half-open, she said, "I want some water." I quickly went to the living room, poured some water, and brought it in.

She drank it, and I couldn't resist any longer. I picked her up and kissed her passionately. In the midst of our frenzied tongue battle, she pulled me close and then

drew me into the bed.

Before we knew it, we were both naked. She was truly an alluring beauty: an oval face,

a pair of expressive eyes, a slightly upturned, straight nose, and a smiling mouth that seemed to be waiting for her lover's caresses and

kisses at any moment; her body was voluptuous, her large breasts were erect even when she was lying down, and her buttocks were round and full, like a thick

"cannon seat." I kissed her entire upper body, focusing my kisses on her breasts, centering on her nipples. Soon,

her nipples swelled, standing erect like little fingers. I felt her crotch was already wet,

and just as I was about to continue, she suddenly stopped me, saying, "No." I didn't force her, continuing

our tongue battle, at most nudging her with my penis. Afterwards, we embraced, pouring out our longing for each other over the years.

I realized she had also been watching me closely through others, which was why she married her ex-husband out of gratitude after my marriage.

Our misunderstandings and pride had cost us many opportunities to be together; if either of us

had just spoken first, it would have naturally fallen into place. We slept like that all night, and the next morning

I found her neck red from being held so tightly.

This period rekindled the feeling of first love for me. Actually, she was also waiting for me to divorce, but I

'm a very traditional person and feel I can't abandon my family responsibilities, and I also love my wife at the same time.

A few days later, I went to see her. We cuddled together, watched TV, took a shower, and naturally

went to bed. I kept teasing her, kissing her neck, ears, nipples, armpits, belly button, and so on. She was

very proactive, kissing my upper body repeatedly. When I touched her lower body, I found her underwear was soaked, so I started to pull it off.

She still wouldn't let me. I whispered in her ear, "We're both adults, don't you want it?" and then kissed her...

She then asked me, "Do you really want it?" I nodded. She took off her underwear herself and then

took off mine. I made her hold my penis, and she was startled, saying, "It's too big." I touched her opening and

found that her juices had soaked the sheets. I told her, "Women really are made of water." She was so embarrassed that

she buried her head in my arms.

Next, I spread her rounded thighs and let her hold my penis and rub it against her entrance for a while. Then I

thrust in without any resistance, penetrating her vagina. Although her vagina wasn't as

narrow as others', it felt like a hot water bottle inside—warm and comforting. Combined with her large breasts supporting my round buttocks, it was incredibly comfortable. During the thrusting

, I could hear the splashing sounds

and felt a lot of fluid coming out. I asked her what the sound was, but she ignored me, only slapping my buttocks.

Then she used the flesh inside her vagina to tighten around my penis, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, asking me, "Is it okay?" After that, she started to

moan softly.

As I pressed down on her, I could feel her large breasts supporting my upper body, and with the thrusting of my body,

I could the springs, and my whole body felt like I was lying on a pile of cotton.

I controlled the rhythm, and after a while, I pulled my glans back to the entrance to rest. But she wouldn't let me,

calling out, "Faster, faster!" So I had no choice but to go all out. Seeing her with her eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed, face flushed,

covered in fine sweat, and moaning softly, my penis thrust even faster in her "hot water." Thinking that we

were mutually attracted, and that she had always been my dream angel, now beneath me with her legs spread wide to allow me to penetrate

deeper and harder, I stopped using any techniques and just kept going. Several times I reached her

clitoris—her cervix—feeling my glans touch the most tender, itchy flesh. She started to moan in a low, deep voice

. Under these circumstances, I went on for a while longer and then wanted to ejaculate. Although she hinted that I could ejaculate inside,

I regained my senses and pulled my penis out, ejaculating all over her lower abdomen. It was thick and plentiful, and my penis trembled

for a long time before it stopped ejaculating. She wiped the semen off with her hand and said, "Why is there so much? It's too hot!" Then she asked

me if I felt comfortable. I nodded and touched her vulva again, finding that her vaginal fluid had covered her thighs and the sheets.

She cried out, "Dirty, don't touch me!" At that moment, I realized that my lower abdomen and pubic hair were also covered in her vaginal fluid.

I found some paper and helped her wipe away the semen, then dried myself off. At this time, she got up,

went fetched a basin of hot water, added some feminine wash or something, wiped herself off, and then came to wipe me off, starting from my lower abdomen

. She carefully washed my penis and pubic hair, and asked me if I felt comfortable. I said of course I felt comfortable, and took the opportunity to massage her again.

I turned on the headlights and had her stand so I could look at her closely and caress her. Although she was over 25, she was very well

-maintained . Her breasts were so large I couldn't even hold them in my hands, and they stood proudly

upright whether she was standing or lying down. The only imperfection was that her nipples were a bit large, about the size of a bayberry, and a dark red. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding,

with a small tuft of shadow below. She didn't have much body hair. There were some long, fine armpit hairs, but not many either. Her lower

lip was full and stubbornly turned outwards just right. Her expressive eyes were still gazing at me affectionately.

I told her that her breasts were really well-developed, and I was afraid I would damage them by pressing on them. She proudly patted her breasts and

said, "These aren't fake, what's there to be afraid of? They won't burst. You love them so much, doesn't your wife have them too?"

She then told me how she usually took care of her breasts and asked me to tell my wife to take care of them too.

We embraced and snuggled together again. She thanked me for being so considerate of her at this time, for not ejaculating inside her

. I caressed her breasts, pinching and sucking on her nipples, whispering sweet nothings. We made love all night.

When I woke up the next day, I found her already washed and dressed, lying on the bed where we had made our lovemaking, watching me. I

caressed her for a while longer before going to work.

After that, we were together frequently. I often went straight to her place after work. She would cook for me,

peel fruit, and act like a little girl, trying to please me. She would snuggle against me, pressing her face close to mine, her

long eyelashes brushing against my face. When my wife was home, I would only stay at her place until after 11 p.m.

before going home. Almost every time, she would want to have sex with me, then let me sleep with her for a while before letting me go home. Occasionally,

she would be in a bad mood and say she didn't want to be my mistress anymore, that she didn't want to do it anymore. I could only comfort her, but I

couldn't promise her that I wanted a divorce. She didn't pressure me either. She only contacted me during the day, never

calling me at night.

The second time we made love, we were both completely naked. Just as I was about to spread her legs and penetrate her, she suddenly asked

if I had brought a condom. Of course, I didn't. She said no, then after thinking for a while, blushing, she rummaged through the closet and pulled out

a bunch of condoms, saying, "Don't worry, these were issued by the family planning office when I was in the army. I'll put one on for you."

I had no choice but to comply. From then on, she insisted that I always wear condoms. This time, I taught her to ride on top of me and

thrust . I looked at my little angel with my penis on her lower body and her large breasts bouncing up and down, it was truly a feast for the eyes

. Squeezing her big breasts and letting her thrust wildly was incredibly pleasurable. But she never learned how to do the "grinding" technique

—that is, taking my penis deep into her vagina and rubbing her hips around it, deeply rubbing her pubic hair,

clitoris , and labia. I've taught a few girls to try it, and they all had several orgasms—she only knew how to thrust,

making lots of wet sounds. Every time I finished, my genitals were covered in her juices, and she would help me wash up, then hold me

and sleep for a while before letting me go home. The cutest thing was that once after we finished, she even took out a pack of cigarettes for me to smoke,

saying it would help me stay alert so I could go home and be with my wife and report back to her.

I saw that she still had her lieutenant's uniform in her closet, and I really wanted her to wear it while we had sex, but every time the words got to my lips , I

held them back. Maybe it's because I've respected the People's Liberation Army since I was a child, and I didn't want to defile her uniform. Maybe it's psychological

, but every time I had sex with her, excluding foreplay, it only lasted about ten minutes, while with my wife or other girls

, it usually lasted almost half an hour. The biggest regret is that she never lets me kiss her or touch her vulva, never lets me

"tongue over her vulva," and I haven't been able to enjoy my "oral skills." She always squeezes her legs together when I try to kiss her vulva,

saying it's "dirty." At most, she only lets me kiss her and nibble her pubic hair. I've never really explored her

incredibly pleasurable genitals.

I'm conflicted; how can I find solace?

Lately, I've been very conflicted. On one hand, I really want to be with her forever because I love her very much.

On the other hand, my wife is very good to me, a true "good wife," and I can't even mention the word "divorce." Although I

feel very relaxed with her, after each time we're intimate, I feel deeply guilty: I love her, and I love my wife too.

I can't hurt my wife. I feel like I'm letting down two women who love me deeply at the same time. I can never give

her a proper status, and she knows that too. The only thing I can do is fuck her hard, in our moans,

in the sounds of water, in the sweat, in the sounds of our bodies colliding, in the entanglement and friction of our tongues, palms, skin, pubic hair, and genitals

, between her wide-open or tightly closed thighs, on her elastic breasts and nipples, in her navel filled with semen, on her

plump belly, in her vagina that's full of vaginal fluid and still clenches, in her dazed eyes from making love, in her

slightly open mouth from panting, and only at the peak of our lovemaking can I forget all my troubles.

After about four or five months of this, I felt I couldn't hurt the

girl I loved and who loved me anymore—no matter how time changed, she would always be my little girl, my little puppy—I

wanted her to leave me and find her own life, because I couldn't… So, I gradually

visited her less and less, and she gradually understood, and stopped contacting me as often.

After that, we only met once in a long while. Sometimes when we met, she would tell me she understood she couldn't wait for

me anymore, that she was going to find another boyfriend. At these times, I would often remain silent. And so, we met

less and For the next three years, we would often contact each other after a while, have dinner together, watch

a movie, and then I would take her home and we'd have a little intimate time.

She gets a lot of phone calls at night, mostly from men. She loves to chat on the phone for hours. She'll lean into my arms

while she talks, and I'll unbutton her clothes and bra, touch her, kiss her,

tease her. She'll get excited, put her hand inside my pants, squeeze my penis, turn off the phone,

and then ask me to find a condom so we can have sex. Sometimes I'll stay with her all night. Sometimes, when she's menstruating, she'll tell me

, "It's my period," and ask me to undress her and kiss her all over while she plays with my penis. Sometimes she's in a

bad mood and won't let me, saying, "After we're done, when I wake up, you'll leave, and I'll feel really bad." I

don't force her.

Although I still love her, and often think of her when I close my eyes, sometimes imagining her when I'm having sex with my wife

, and even once calling her name in my dream, I know I can't be with her like before.

Once, when we went to the movies, she told me that she had dreamt the night before that many snakes were chasing her and trying to bite her, which scared her awake

. I chuckled to myself, then seriously told her that it was because she hadn't had sex in a long time that she had

this dream. She glared at me and said, "How dare you say that?" and pinched me hard.

When we got home, we naturally started making love.

I was attacking her breasts and nipples, sucking on her earlobes and the base of her ears, kissing her neck,

licking the soft hair under her armpits, kneading her itchy skin, and probing her navel with the tip of my tongue when she received

a call from her sister. I thought my chance had come, so I immediately pulled down her panties, spread her thighs, and began to study and

caress the most secret areas of her body that I had penetrated but never studied carefully. She quickly covered herself with one hand,

and I took her hand and guided it to touch her already overflowing vulva, then let her little hand get wet with her juices and smear it on her clitoris.

She was on the phone and didn't dare to stop or go any further.

I examined closely the genitals I'd had dozens of times but never really studied: There wasn't much

pubic hair ; it was thin and weak, clinging to the upper part of the labia majora. The labia majora were thick and dark red,

while the labia minora were thin and small, standing erect on either side of the opening, a tender pink. This reminded me of what she'd said about her and her ex-

husband living apart and having a strained relationship, implying they hadn't had much sex. We'd only had sex a few dozen times in the past few years.

The opening was still just a slit, but fluid was constantly flowing out, already trickling down to her inner thighs and anus,

dripping onto the sheets, emitting a faint, sweet fragrance mixed with a salty, fishy smell—

completely different from the vaginas of other girls—whose labia were often dark and their labia minora knotted. She

was truly my love, both emotionally and physically!

She was still on the phone, and I couldn't hold back any longer. So I buried my face between her legs and began to lick her vulva. I

started by licking the inside of her thighs, then thrust my tongue directly into the entrance of her vagina, which my penis had penetrated countless times, deep

inside, licking and sucking the fluids from the walls. At that moment, a gush of vaginal fluid burst forth, pouring directly into my mouth.

While she was talking, she let out a soft "hmm," then pressed my head down with one hand. After a few sucks,

a large amount of fluid gushed out. I used my tongue to carry the gushing fluid upwards,... The entire "Venus mound"

and clitoris were soaked, and I began to shift my attack: I used the tip of my tongue to peel back the outer skin of the pearl, and when I moistened the pearl with a mixture of

saliva and honey, the little angel twitched all over, twisted her buttocks, and made a series of

"uh-huh" sounds, and then continued to talk to her sister. I continued to tease the swollen and

translucent , and gently ran my teeth along the base of the pearl. She increased the speed of her twisting,

pressed my head with her free little hand, and spoke faster.

I continued my oral assault, nibbling at the entire Venus mound and the black pubic hair above it with my mouth and teeth,

licking and sucking from bottom to top with my tongue, targeting the vagina, labia, and clitoris without missing a beat, speeding up the manipulation of the clitoral

hood and the base of the clitoris, even lightly biting those two tender flesh. My large hands didn't miss her erect breasts and the nipples standing on top, increasing

the pressure and speed of the kneading. She would moan with every word she spoke, then tell her sister, "My throat is a little

sore, I have to go now, goodbye," and then hang up, starting to moan loudly. A few seconds later,

she shouted "Hurry up, moan

... come in quickly, stop licking," finally letting out a low, trembling sound as her first orgasm arrived! Then,

she grabbed my head with both hands, squeezed her thighs together, and pulled me up, pressing me against her body, as if urging me

to quickly use my penis to explore her tender hole.

At this moment, she didn't forget to take off my glasses, close her eyes, and use her small mouth to find my lips. I used

my tongue, which was covered with her vaginal fluid and had her own salty and fishy taste, to directly invade her mouth and engage in a frenzied tongue battle with her.

Soon, our mouths were mixed with the juices from her upper and lower mouths and my saliva. That wonderful and

indescribable mixture of smells was like an aphrodisiac, which brought us to a state of ecstasy.

She asked if I had a condom. I nodded, fumbled for it, tore it open, and handed it to her.

Then I stuck out my buttocks, revealing the condom. She helped me put it on, then guided it to her entrance. I hesitated to enter, only

gently exploring at the entrance. She couldn't wait any longer, spreading her legs wide, pressing down on my buttocks, and

finally we were joined. She let out a long sigh of relief and began a new phase.

Inside this beautiful vagina, like a hot water bottle, I comfortably remained inside, watching her reaction.

She seemed a little annoyed and whispered, "Move!" She slapped my buttocks and squeezed me tighter. I smiled and started

thrusting. Because of the condom, I couldn't feel if the head of my penis was touching her clitoris; I only heard her little dog

whimpering . I asked her if she wanted to come on top. She said, "No, I'm out of strength." I could only keep thrusting into her,

kneading her clitoris and clitoral root with my hands, trying to bring her to a second orgasm as soon as possible. But she pulled my hands away and

wanted me to hold her tighter. Seeing that she was about to come, I had to speed up my piston-like movements

. All I could hear were the sounds of water and our genitals slapping together. I suddenly remembered that saying—"Man on top of man, flesh in flesh, thrusting up and down,

endless pleasure "—and I recited it to her. She closed her eyes tightly, smiled, sealed my mouth with her lips, squeezed me

tighter with her legs, and hugged me even tighter, making me really worried that I might flatten her breasts.

At first, she used her vaginal muscles to squeeze my penis, but later she had no strength left, even her moans became softer

, and she let me thrust into her. I went faster and faster, and with a thrust of my

glans, I started to ejaculate. We both let out long moans. My penis kept twitching inside her. She first hugged me even tighter, and then she was like

a pile of cotton, letting me shake and go limp on her body. I lay on top of her, motionless, my penis still inside her

vagina, and she remained silent. After a long while, she suddenly cried out, "Did you ejaculate inside or did it leak

?" She immediately reached down to our genitals, touched it, smelled it, and said, "It seems like it

leaked. What if I get pregnant? You don't care about me." Then she rolled over to wash herself. I told her it was

her fluid, not to worry, and even showed her the stains on the sheets.

I waited for her to finish showering. When she came, she laughed and said, "I'm not washing you anymore. You have to take my scent with

you when you go back . I'm going to find someone to marry anyway, so I'll just spend the last bit with you." Then, she made me sit on the edge of the bed and hold her .

I stroked her silky skin, her breasts, nipples, navel, and pubic hair. I also had her suck on

my fingers, which were still glistening with her vaginal fluid. Then she got up and faced the dressing mirror opposite us, admiring her large breasts

from left to right. Then she patted her lower abdomen and said, "I've gained weight again, and my lower abdomen is bigger. What should I do? I

need to lose weight!" I quickly said, "Don't shrink your breasts and buttocks, or it won't be as nice to touch them later." She gave me

a fierce glare.

After that, I went to work in another city. Sometimes we would talk on the phone, and she would tell me that she had found a boyfriend and

how things were going. A couple of days ago, she told me that she was going to get her marriage certificate and wouldn't be able to "comfort" me anymore.

I believe our love will last forever, but our physical relationship must end. To commemorate

11 years of knowing each other, 5 years of making love, and 1.5 years of our last time making love, I'm writing down our story

online as a lasting memorial to my love for my forever little angel and puppy.

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