[Master-Disciple Relationship] Author: Unknown

Master-Disciple Relationship

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 21,000

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22, after graduating from university, I was admitted to the Urban Construction Planning and Design Institute directly under the Ministry of Construction. On the day I reported for duty,
the institute leader called a beautiful woman in her thirties and said to me, "This is your trainee teacher, Cheng Shuhui. You can call
her Master. You will be her assistant from now on." I stood up and respectfully said, "Hello, Master! My name is Du Baofeng."
At that moment, I never imagined that this woman, whom I called Master, 15 years older than me, and whom I later praised as exceptionally beautiful,
intelligent , charming, and alluring, was the first woman in my life,
the most important woman in my life besides my mother: while she took my virginity, I fully enjoyed
the pleasure of being a man through her body.

Although I am now married with children, she is still the person I love most, and still my most infatuated sexual partner.

This confirms the words of a philosopher: "A man will have a
complex ." (I understand this is unfair to my wife who loves me deeply.)

Our physical intimacy began when she discovered me masturbating in the office.

That day after work, I was still surfing the internet in the air-conditioned office, not wanting to go back to the stuffy dormitory too soon. For
some reason, my sexual urges came again. I couldn't help but take off my trousers and briefs, and sat on the leather chair
, playing with my erect penis. Lost in excitement, I suddenly noticed my mentor, Cheng Shuhui, standing in front of me. This was
the first time in my eight years of masturbation that I had been discovered, and by a woman, at such close range. I
was ashamed and at a loss, feeling utterly humiliated. I stared at her dumbfounded, then lowered my head deeply, like
a child who had done something wrong.

She sighed, picked up the briefs from the table and handed them to me. As I was about to put them on, she snatched them back and
put them on the table. Then, she squatted down, and through my lowered head, I
saw She placed her backpack on the ground and gently began to stroke it with both hands. I was so shocked I dared not
breathe. She completely ignored me, focusing intently on stroking my penis. The pleasure brought me back to my senses. I felt her
hands clamping my penis like book clips, gently rubbing it up and down. After only a few minutes, I couldn't help
but moan softly. Perhaps she heard my moans; she gripped my penis tightly with one hand, while her other hand's
thumb and forefinger gently massaged the glans. I felt my intense pleasure subside. Then, she released my penis with both hands,
took out a pack of tissues from her backpack, pulled out a few sheets and laid them flat on my thigh. Next, she
squeezed my penis with one hand, tightening and loosening it, making it even harder. Then, she began massaging my penis from top
to bottom , releasing it at the base, and then continuing with the other hand.
She rhythmically alternated between her hands, and the intense pleasure spread throughout my body. I felt my glans trembling and swelling. As
my penis began to quiver, she squeezed it slightly harder with one hand while picking up the tissues from my
thigh . I finally ejaculated in pleasure, the tissues in her hand gently catching the semen on my glans.

As she stood up, her cheeks were flushed, her high breasts heaved, and she was breathing heavily.
I murmured, "Master, Master..." "Don't say anything," she interrupted me,
her eyes still looking elsewhere, her voice trembling with panic, "I'm leaving now, you go back right away." With that, she
picked up her bag from the ground and left, never glancing at me again.

The next day I didn't go to work—I couldn't face her. I lay on the bed for a while, feeling restless, then sat
up , then lay down again. After a while, I went to the outdoor public balcony. I hadn't slept well the night before, so my head was spinning.

Suddenly, I heard my phone ring. I looked at the screen and saw it was my master calling. I whispered "Master" and didn't dare say anything more.
"Why aren't you at work?" "I'm not feeling well." "Oh, where are you?" "The dormitory." "You should rest
." My master hung up the phone.

I was half asleep when I suddenly heard, "You didn't even close the door when you slept." I opened my eyes and saw my master standing by the bed. I
sat up in a panic and quickly buried my head. "What's wrong? A grown man acting like a little woman," she said, lifting my chin with her hand
. "Your face is all red. Do you have a fever?" She touched my forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Oh—, it's just
shyness ." I smiled awkwardly. "Is it because of yesterday?" "Master, don't mention it." "That's
a normal thing for a man. I should be the one feeling shy and embarrassed..." As soon as she said that, her face
turned red as an apple. I mustered my courage and said, "Thank you, Master!" "It's just between you and me. Hmm!" I
stared blankly at her as she gently pinched my nose and said, "It's our secret, remember that." I nodded.
"Let's go eat together now, then go to work this afternoon. I didn't feel lonely working alone in my 40-square-meter office before,
and I didn't feel anything different when you came to work in my office. But since you didn't come to work today, I really felt lonely,
so I came to find you." Before I could speak, she continued, "Hurry up and wash up and change your clothes, I'll wait for you in the car."

After we ate, we went back to the office. When the car stopped, she instructed me, "Behave yourself as usual, don't be
so tense that you seem to be trying to hide something, or people will become suspicious." I nodded seriously.

I had just started my computer when I got to the office when my mentor called me. I went to her desk, and she said, "These
simple diagrams are what I designed over the past few days. I've sent them to your email; you can calculate the relevant data." I glanced at them
; they'd keep me busy for a while. I understood her good intentions; she was worried I'd be idle and overthinking.

But that night, lying in bed, I still couldn't fall asleep. Last night,
I couldn't Now, the events of yesterday and today were playing in my mind like a movie, reliving how my mentor had masturbated me—
no, handjob. My penis had become erect rapidly. Honestly, this was the first time I'd ever gotten an erection thinking about a woman
. I knew it was fantasy. What was wrong with me? The first person I'd ever fantasized about was my mentor, who was 15 years older than me.
I cursed myself inwardly, calling myself a bastard, but my hand naturally started stroking my penis, and I hallucinated that it was my mentor
's hand… Suddenly, I jumped out of bed, rushed into the bathroom, and ran the water to wash myself. My restless heart
slowly calmed down.

For three consecutive nights, I experienced this alternating state of pleasure and torment.
Despite my strong physique, I felt dizzy and had to force myself to stay alert at work during the day

.

On the fourth day of "handjob," as I was leaving work, my mentor called me over. She went to the door to close the office door and returned
to me. "What's wrong with you these past two days?" "I... I haven't been sleeping well these past few nights."

"Why?" "I... I keep dreaming about you." "Oh, dreaming about me? What about you?"
"I dream about you, you... you're helping me... I feel uncomfortable at night and can't fall asleep." I
didn't dare to continue, but at that moment my penis became erect, making a large bulge in my crotch. She must have seen the
hill. "Are you venting every night?" "No...no, I just keep showering."

"You, sigh—" She approached me, unbuckled my belt, and pulled my briefs down to my calves.
She held my penis in her hands and stroked it for a moment. "Take off your pants and sit in the leather chair." As she spoke, she went to her desk
to get her backpack and then dragged over a small leather chair with wheels. While taking things out of her bag
, she said, "Adjust your chair." I adjusted the chair and sat down. She slid the chair to sit opposite me,
wiping my penis with a wet wipe. "You really haven't ejaculated these past few days?" "Yeah, I've been holding it in." "Do you masturbate often?" "No,
two or three times a month." "We women only have our periods once a month, but you ejaculate three times a month."

She teased, and I laughed along. At this moment, my penis became very hard. She dropped the wet wipe and
began to rub my penis with her hands, alternating between tight and loose movements. "How old were you when you started?" "15, in my third year of junior high." "Do you remember the first time?"

"One night, I suddenly woke up and found that I had ejaculated, my hands still on my underwear." "And after that?"
"Every now and then it would swell and feel uncomfortable. I would release it with my hand, and then I would feel better." "There were no other reasons, like reading
pornographic books or thinking about beautiful women." "No, I just felt uncomfortable, and it would feel better after I released it." "And what about these past few days?"

"This is really the first time I've had a dream like this, and... and it was you, Master. I'm so sorry!"

"You've never been in a relationship?" "No. I told you, my family is from a poor rural mountain area. You
don't know, my parents have already borrowed money to send me to school. My younger brother finally finished five years of primary school, and my younger sister only went to school for two years.
They both work at home. I can't afford to spend money recklessly." "You're fit and handsome, don't any girls pursue you?"
"Yes, as soon as there's a hint of trouble, I avoid it. I'm afraid of burdening my family."

At this moment, the masseuse released her hands. My penis was limp, but still erect. The masseuse gently touched my penis and said, "This
'bad guy' is fine now, let's go." "Master, I still won't be able to sleep well if I go back." "You
—sigh, it's my fault for spoiling you," she said, patting and stroking my penis back and forth with her hands in turn. My penis quickly
became hard as steel. At this moment, I no longer felt the tension I had when the masseuse first performed "handjob" on me. I relaxed and
enjoyed the pleasure. I understood that this was exactly what I had been longing for deep down these past few days. I think the masseuse was prepared
for this, because I sensed that she wasn't simply massaging my penis, but also teasing, playing with, and caressing
it.

She first stroked her fingers from the testicles all the way to the glans, then slowly moved them back to the testicles
on the other side, immediately repeating the motion from the other testicle to the glans. The movements were short and fluid, gradually increasing in speed. Just as waves of pleasure
surged and intensified, she changed to gently holding my penis with one hand, while the index and middle fingers of her other hand
softly caressed my perineum. My arousal slowly subsided. At this moment, I heard her whisper, "See if you
can still get hard, you 'bad guy,' you're behaving yourself now." Oh, she had skillful touch; she was teasing my penis,
I thought to myself. As I was breathing calmly, she slowly gripped the tip of my penis with one hand, twisting it like a bottle cap
, her palm repeatedly rotating the glans. Her other hand cupped my scrotum, rhythmically vibrating it.
The intense pleasure from my glans quickly spread throughout my body, and I couldn't help but groan. Then, she squeezed my glans with her fingers,
glanced up at me, and said, "Close your eyes slightly." A powerful wave of pleasure washed over me, my penis
trembling rhythmically. "Try to hold back a little longer before you ejaculate," she said. Hearing her words, I tried my best to control myself, to endure, and finally, I
couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. Ah, it felt so good, so incredibly satisfying! I let out a long, relieved breath.

I opened my eyes and saw her wiping the semen that had sprayed onto her palm onto my thick pubic hair. I instinctively took a napkin from inside my
desk cabinet to wipe her down. She took the napkin, stood up, and said, "Lie down." I saw her
soak my washcloth in a paper cup of drinking water and use the warm towel to wipe my genitals. My limp
penis became erect again. She rubbed my penis with the towel and said, "You 'naughty guy,' you're up to your old tricks again." At that moment,
I don't know where I got the courage, but I suddenly stood up, cupped my master's cheeks, and pressed my lips to hers. But I
was clumsy and didn't know how to kiss. My lips remained motionless, just touching hers. She slowly parted her lips slightly and gently
kissed mine, and my lips moved in response. At that moment, I never imagined that my first kiss wouldn't
be with an innocent girl or a young maiden, but with an elegant young woman.

After a brief kiss, she pushed my hands away and said, "Don't overthink it anymore, listen to me!" I nodded
shyly and said, "Master, you're so good to me." She tapped my forehead with her finger and said, "
It's good that you understand. I'm going to the restroom now. Hurry up and get dressed, wait for me at the elevator. If we go together, no one will suspect anything
."

Three.

One Sunday afternoon—the eighth day after the second time my master gave me hand massages—
a day I will never forget, my master called and asked me to come to her house for dinner. I thought it was because her husband was home again, and she wanted me to come and have drinks with him
, and also to treat this bachelor to a better meal.

My master's husband graduated from university and worked at the provincial construction bureau. Six years ago, he and his friends founded a construction engineering
supervision company, where he served as the chief supervising engineer. Everyone called him General Manager Lin. He was constantly
inspecting , only returning home once every ten days, half a month, or even longer. Now he owned shares worth over ten million yuan. In addition to a 160-
square-meter house (my master said she didn't like monotonous villas), the couple each owned a car, and their ten-year-old son
boarded at a prestigious school.

When I arrived at my mentor's house, she was the only one cooking. She told me her husband hadn't returned, and her son had been picked up by the school
bus ; it was just the two of us that day. We chatted and laughed as we ate and drank. After dinner, she told me to watch TV
and rest while she tidied up. I noticed her gaze was very ambiguous, hinting at something. At that moment, I felt my
long-cherished dream was about to come true: for the past few days, I had been thinking about having sex with my mentor.

When she came from the kitchen into the living room, she pointed to a bag on the sofa and said, "These are the pajamas I bought for you.
Go to the bathroom to wash them, I'll wash them in the bathroom in the bedroom." I saw that she was already blushing when she spoke, so I happily
went to the bathroom. After I finished washing, I sat in the living room for a while, unable to suppress my passion, and went into her bedroom.
She was wearing a sea-green chiffon nightgown and sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair. I went up to her,
pulled her into my arms, and said, "Master, I missed you, I want you." She nestled her head against my chest, breathing rapidly. She looked up and revealed a shy expression:
"Now it's just the two of us, call me Sister Hui." "Yes, Sister Hui!" I immediately called out sweetly, "Xiao Du, I
want you too, I want that 'bad guy.' Xiao Du, no, everyone says you are my precious apprentice, so I'll call
you precious. My precious, your 'bad guy' makes me think of you day and night." As she spoke, one hand had already
reached into her crotch and was tightly gripping her penis, stroking it. Her already erect penis became even harder.

Then, she took off my pajamas, pulled down the straps of her nightgown, and the nightgown slipped to the floor. She kissed
my cheek and said, "Come on, my baby, lie down on the bed." I obeyed her and lay on my back on the big bed. She
spread my legs and knelt between my thighs, playing with and teasing my "naughty guy" with her hands. I was enjoying the
pleasure from my penis. Suddenly, I felt a heat on my glans. I looked up and saw that Sister Hui was sucking on my glans. Her
cherry lips tightly enveloped my swollen glans. She sometimes swallowed and sometimes swirled it with her tongue. The unexpectedly strong
stimulation made all the muscles in my body involuntarily contract. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she released my glans and
pressed two fingers against my perineum. My arousal instantly subsided. She gasped and said, "This 'bad guy' is so
big, I can only take the glans." As she spoke, she climbed onto my body, kissing me seductively and asking, "Baby, is it good?"

I kissed her back and said, "So good, I want more." "Okay, I'll do it again, my good baby." She
said, standing up and turning around, her white buttocks facing my face as she lay down, her vulva exposed before my eyes. This was
the first time in my life I had ever seen a woman's vulva.

I could clearly see her delicate labia majora and mons pubis, and her rosy labia minora and tender vaginal
flesh as vibrant and dazzling as roses. I quickly brought my face close to her vulva and took a deep breath. A fragrance mixed with
a faint scent of soap and the unique aroma of a woman's vulva immediately filled my nostrils and
lingered , giving me an unprecedented feeling of comfort and pleasure. At this moment, she had already taken my glans into
her mouth and started sucking on it, while using one hand to grasp my penis and begin stroking it up and down, her tongue constantly teasing the
sensitive glans. I excitedly raised my head and carefully licked and kissed her vulva, sometimes gently licking
her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, sometimes plunging my tongue deep into her vagina, and sometimes licking around her vulva with the tip of my tongue. Her
buttocks slowly pressed against my lips, and finally, her vulva pressed tightly against my mouth, and I
kissed and sucked fiercely. At the same time, because her small mouth could not accommodate the large "bad guy," she only held my glans
and licked it, constantly sucking and blowing on the thick and long "bad guy," the glans throbbing and
vibrating . She must have felt that the "bad guy" was about to ejaculate, she spat out the glans and gently stroked the "bad guy" with both hands,
and my passion about to ejaculate slowly subsided.

Sister Hui turned around and nestled against my arm, smiling sweetly. "Baby, isn't it fun?" "This position
is absolutely wonderful." "Silly boy, this is the 69 position." She kissed me hard. I said, "Sister Hui,
your... your hole is so beautiful, like a blooming rose." "Then you can call it the Rose Hole."
"Sister, I want it, I want the Rose Hole, I want you..." I stammered nervously. She whispered in
my ear, "I know, I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you."

As she spoke, she slowly rolled over and straddled me. She spread her legs and squatted on top of me,
holding my thick, hard "bad guy" with her fair hands. She lifted her buttocks, pointing the glans at her rosy cleft, and slowly
twisted her waist and hips, gently sliding my "bad guy" in. Then, she rhythmically rose and fell,
letting my thick, hard "bad guy" go in and out of her wet little hole. She moved up and down with intense passion
, and I felt my thick, long "bad guy" sliding in and out between her two plump lips, sometimes
gripped tightly, sometimes released. The stimulation of my penis's nerves spread throughout my body, and I experienced the pleasure of
a penis .

In my excitement, I grabbed her large breasts that were swaying in front of me with both hands, rubbing and squeezing them. She moaned
excitedly "Oh—, oh—." I felt her little hole's juices wet my
"bad guy," and waves of pleasure surged through me, but I still couldn't get an erection.

After about half an hour, she sat down with a thud, and my "bad guy" plunged deep into her vagina.

She lay on top of me, panting, and said with a seductive smile, "You're so strong, I can't take it anymore. Come on, fuck me!"

With that, she hugged me tightly and rolled over, she on the bottom and I on top. Instinctively, afraid that my strong body pressing down on her
wouldn't be enough for her, I lifted myself slightly, but my penis slipped out of her vagina. I lay on
top of , trying to insert it, but I couldn't find the right spot. The more I couldn't get in, the more anxious I became, and the more
anxious I became, the less I could find the right spot. Seeing my clumsy and nervous expression, she laughed heartily. She deftly
guided
my penis with two fingers, leading it towards her vagina. When my penis entered, I felt a surge of excitement: Ah, I was having sex with a woman. At that moment, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and my hands tightly embraced her
shoulders. Her lips kissed mine passionately, and I felt my "bad guy"
trembling uncontrollably inside her vagina. She pushed my body up and said, "Come on, my baby, fuck me, enjoy
the pleasure of being a man!"

I straightened my back and pulled in my stomach, thrusting my thick, hard "bad guy" into her vagina. I felt my movements were mechanical
and clumsy, but with each thrust she cried out passionately, "Yes, fuck me well, fuck me again, fuck me again, my
baby !" Her erotic words inspired me, and I seemed to suddenly understand. My penis
moved freely in her fully lubricated vagina, sometimes tight, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, with a slightly skilled touch. I was experiencing the pleasure of vaginal penetration for the first time. She
cried out, "Ah—, fuck me well, oh—, you really know how to fuck!" Her little hole kept leaking juices,
she seemed to be enjoying it very much.

Perhaps I was infected by her ecstatic moans, I accelerated the movement of my body, "bad guy..."
The "guy" kept thrusting in and out of her vagina, making "plop" and "splat" sounds as he did so. The head
of his penis felt incredibly pleasurable, like an electric shock. Suddenly, I felt my penis swell, and her vagina convulsed tightly. I
involuntarily cried out, "Ah, ah!"
She wrapped her arms tightly around me and bent over, saying, "Shoot, shoot, shoot your love juice into my hole," as she arched her back and forcefully contracted her vagina. With her gripping,
my penis erupted like a volcano, ejaculating. At that moment, she enjoyed
the pleasure , excitedly calling out, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8." When I finished and lay prostrate on her
chest, she still cried out passionately, "Oh, eight shots, eight shots! You're amazing, so good!"

Looking at her wanton, satisfied expression, I kissed her tenderly.

She responded to my kiss and thrust her tongue into my mouth, swirling it around. I couldn't help but
suck on her tongue, and our tongues mingled for a long time, swallowing and licking each other's saliva. In the midst of our passionate kiss, my previously
limp penis hardened again inside her vagina. She forcefully pulled her tongue out of my mouth. "Ah, ah,
my hole is full again, baby, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she growled, her legs arched over my shoulders.
My passion surged once more. I gripped her thighs with both hands and thrust with all my might. She twisted her
waist and arched her hips to meet my thrusts. Suddenly, I felt my glans penetrate the firm opening, feeling a sucking sensation.
At that moment, she cried out, "Ah—" "Don't move, it's entered the uterus." I instinctively stopped
. Then, I saw her body twitching slightly. I felt her cervix like a small mouth sucking on
my glans, a warm spring surging against it. It felt so warm. I experienced the pleasure of my glans in the spasms
and trembling , a sensation that was infinitely ecstatic. I began to thrust my penis in and out slowly. Her
body trembled as if electrocuted, especially her thighs, which I gripped tightly. She screamed excitedly,
"I came! I came! It's so good! So good! It's so good!" Suddenly, the powerful suction intensely stimulated my
"bad guy," and I instinctively thrust forward, penetrating deep into her uterus, shouting passionately, "I
came, Sister Hui! I came inside your uterus!" "Good! Come on, my darling!" she cried out as well.
At this moment, her breathing was rapid, her face flushed, her eyes lightly closed, and her expression joyful. I felt that she looked even more radiant and lovely after her
orgasm , glowing with happiness. The second orgasm excited me even more. I kissed her
lips, breasts, and belly passionately, and she continued to moan, "Ah—, Oh—."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and back, gently biting her ear and saying with immense bliss, "Sister Hui,
it feels so good to make love. Thank you!" "Baby, I took your virginity, so I should be thanking you!" she
said with a lewd grin, kissing my cheeks haphazardly. "Baby, you don't know this, do you? Not every time you have sex, you can penetrate
the uterus. But you penetrated the uterus on your first time, and so deeply, and even ejaculated inside
. You're really strong," she said, holding me close. I lay in her slender, soft arms, my mouth on her nipple,
my hand playing with her other breast, enjoying the pleasure of my first time making love, slowly falling asleep in bliss.

After

that, my mentor and I began to make love frequently, in the office, in my dormitory, and most of all, at her
house. We made love in all sorts of ways, playing sexual games joyfully, on the floor, on the sofa, on the chair, on
the table , in the bathtub, and of course, mostly on her bed. Sometimes it was a brief, fleeting moment of passion, but more often
it was a day or night of tender intimacy, where we both indulged in the joys of lovemaking.

The stand-and-walk position that left me exhausted but brought her to multiple orgasms happened one afternoon. That
morning , I attended an academic conference. After the banquet, we went back to her house. After showering, we sat on the sofa watching TV. I couldn't resist
touching, kissing, and sucking her breasts, arousing her. She sweetly asked me to take off our
clothes. As soon as we were off, she straddled me, holding my erect penis, and
thrust it into my vagina. I immediately arched my hips to match her movements. I suddenly stood up,
cupping her buttocks in my hands and walking on the floor, while simultaneously shaking my body to thrust my penis in and out of her vagina.

My sudden standing up caught her off guard. The novel pleasure excited her. She wrapped her arms around my neck,
her legs clamping around my thighs, and she moved her body up and down to welcome the "bad guy's" thrusts, occasionally
moaning "Oh—," "Oh—." I passionately spun and jumped, and she cried out
with unbridled , "Let's go to another room." I marched in step, shouting, "1, 2, 1," to her bedroom.
I tried to put her on the bed, but she cried out, "No, don't go to bed, I want to play like this." I trembled even more vigorously
, and she cried out excitedly, "I came, I orgasmed!" I also felt her vaginal fluids flowing and moistening my penis inside her vibrating
vagina . She kissed me passionately, and I went back into their study. I hummed a tune,
twirled around a few times, and was about to leave when she said in a coquettish voice, "No, no, I want to climax here before
I go out ." I thrust my "bad guy" again, and she swayed her body violently. When she let out a moan of climax
, she put her tongue into my mouth and continued to moan softly, "Ooh—, ooh—, ooh—," her body
trembling slightly in my arms. I lewdly said, "Come on, let's make love in our son's room." She playfully punched my back
and scolded me, "Don't talk nonsense." Afterwards, in another bedroom, the kitchen, and the bathroom, she insisted on having climaxes
.

Returning to the living room from the bathroom, I tried to put her down, but she cried out coquettishly, "I want your semen, I want you
to ejaculate, ejaculate—." I silently thrust my "bad guy" hard, and she
trembled , her expression extremely excited. Finally, my semen spurted out, and she
kissed my face wildly with satisfaction. I hugged her tightly and slumped onto the sofa. Our combined fluids dripped from my penis between my legs. She
covered her vulva with her panties and went to the bathroom.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto the sofa and fell asleep. When I woke up, Sister Hui was sitting above me, her hands
tightly gripping one of my hands. I tried to speak, but felt something in my mouth. Just as I was about to spit it out, she said, "This is
genuine wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain. I pried open your mouth to put it in. Swallow it." After swallowing, I stroked her
face and said, "Hui, you're so good." She whimpered, "It's all my fault, making you so tired." As she spoke...
Tears dripped onto my face. "Hui, I'm so happy to give you an orgasm," I
said, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She lowered her head, our noses touching. "My darling,
" she said, her words filled with boundless joy and happiness.

But my wild ejaculation into her mouth tormented her. That day, on a whim, I wanted to ejaculate into her mouth. She
said my "bad guy" was too big to put in her mouth, and she could only use her mouth. I pestered her relentlessly, and she finally
gave in. She sat on the leather chair, opened her mouth, and I held her head with both hands, inserting my "bad guy" into her
mouth. At first, the glans moved slowly in her mouth. After a while, I kept thrusting my "bad guy" in and out.
When it was more than halfway in her mouth, she suddenly spat out my penis with a "whoosh!" She
vomited and ran to the bathroom to vomit violently. I patted her back in alarm. She stopped vomiting and returned to
the living room. I quickly poured her some water. She drank a few sips, took a few deep breaths, and then grabbed my penis with both hands,

saying, "Let's do it again." I said, "Hui, let's stop." "If we're going to do it, it has to go in." As she
spoke, she opened her mouth and took my penis in, teasing it with her tongue. The pleasure came quickly, and I thrust passionately
. When my penis was about halfway in, she spat out my penis, gagged a few times, and
tears .

After drinking a few sips of water, she took my penis in again, supporting my buttocks with both hands and pushing and pulling
it

in and out of her cherry-like mouth. The storm of pleasure from my penis made me involuntarily speed up my thrusting, no longer
caring her slow pushing and pulling rhythm. She must have felt the trembling of my penis. She used her tongue to open my urethra,
and a strong stimulation spread rapidly throughout my body from my urethra. I roared, "Oh my god—," and ejaculated like a pillar.

She spat out "bad guy" and stood up, her lips tightly kissing mine. I didn't expect her to
slowly mouth. She held my head tightly, her lips pressed against mine. Only when she heard me swallow
did she release me, saying lewdly, "There's too much, I'll share some with you." I also said unrestrainedly, "Wow,
I finally fucked your cherry lips."

What made our sex life even more exciting was our intercourse in the bathtub. That afternoon I went to her house, and we went to bed and made love.
I had already ejaculated twice. In the evening, while taking a bath, we frolicked and
teased . "Bad guy" stood erect, and she flicked "bad guy" with her fingers, saying, "You're not behaving yourself again, watch me
devour you." Saying that, she drained the water from the tub, then straddled me, her rose-like vagina swallowing "bad guy." She felt
the bathtub was too slippery, making it difficult to move, so she took a bath towel and placed it on the bottom of the tub, then put "bad guy" back on. We
embraced, kissed, and caressed each other face to face. On a whim, I turned on the ceiling shower, and she excitedly
exclaimed, "This is a blissful bath!" We made love in the bath, bathing while we were having sex. Sometimes I would lie
on her breasts, sometimes she would fall into my arms. We were like two peas in a pod, laughing and joking, indulging in
pleasure and abandon. For over an hour in the bathtub, her vulva and "bad guy" remained tightly joined, and it was
the first time we had sex without ejaculating.

Doggy style sex in my dorm room, with neither of us undressed, was a uniquely interesting experience for me. That day, she suddenly appeared in front of me after a three-day
business trip . I closed the door and hugged her tightly: "Sis, Hui, I missed you so much." She nestled
in my arms: "I'm here." I laid her down on the bed and took off her clothes. She whispered:
"Let's go have dinner first, and we'll do it later." I said coquettishly: "I want it, I want it, I want it now." She said:
"Okay, here you go, let's do it standing up." As she spoke,
she sat on the edge of the bed and took out my penis from my crotch, playing with it for a while. She stood up, pulled her pants down to her calves, lay face down on the bed, and raised her buttocks high. "Baby,
let's try something new." I held my penis and thrust it all the way into her rose hole. She cried out: "Ah!"
"Be gentle, you little hungry wolf." I chuckled and fucked her rose hole with abandon, thinking that this
method was both convenient and fun. I could do it every day in the office from now on. I couldn't help but laugh heartily.
Hearing said, "Having fun, baby? Look how happy you are." "Hui, it feels so good, so good!"
I thrust hard, each time plunging my penis all the way in and then
pulling it out sharply, faster and faster. Her plump white buttocks trembled incessantly, and her wanton moans
aroused . After fucking for more than half an hour, I ejaculated into her rose-like hole.

"Baby, will you give me oral sex? I want it." That day during lunch break in the office, she sat in my
lap said sweetly. "Yes, my love." I said, and laid her flat on the large desk,
pulling down one of her trouser legs. She immediately spread her legs, revealing her rose-like hole. I used my index fingers to pull apart her
pink labia and saw that the cleft was already full of vaginal fluid, with a lot of whitish mucus sticking around the entrance, and
the small pink urethra was clearly visible. I lightly licked her vulva with the tip of my tongue, and it tasted like yogurt. I
excitedly sucked wildly for a while. When I looked up to catch my breath, I noticed that her labia majora were bulging and turned outwards to the sides, and her two plump
labia minora were constantly opening and closing. Her clitoris had also become thick and long and was erect. A thin, clear
liquid . "Sister, you have so much vaginal fluid." "Drink it, drink it." She lewdly laughed. I pressed my lips tightly against her
vulva and drank the dripping vaginal fluid to my heart's content. At the same time, I inserted my tongue into her vulva and rotated and rubbed the mucous
membrane sip turned into a deep sucking. She couldn't help but gasp and moan: "Oh, oh,
it's so... so beautiful." She also forcefully lifted her plump buttocks, making her tongue go even deeper into her vulva.

At this moment, I sucked on her swollen, purplish-red clitoris and gently licked it with the tip of my tongue.
Her body convulsed with each lick, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva. My tongue
continued to lick, suck, and bite her clitoris, labia majora and minora, and the tender flesh of her vagina. She cried out in extreme lewdness,
"Ah, ah, I squirted, I climaxed!" She was almost going crazy with excitement, her vulva trembling violently, her delicate body
convulsing and shaking. She raised her buttocks higher, her vulva thrusting forward, while her legs clamped my head tightly.
This position lasted for more than ten seconds, then she calmed down, her body slumped on the table. I looked up and
saw that her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing rapid, and her expression was one of complete pleasure and satisfaction.

Our sexual encounter is unforgettable.

Making love deepened our feelings for each other, and true affection made our sex life increasingly perfect.

[To be continued]

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