The two women I've slept with

Author: Unknown
I was sent to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution, and later transferred back to the county town. That year I was twenty-nine, and had a girlfriend. No house, no
house to get married—that didn't mean we didn't have sex. Unfortunately, after two or three secret encounters, my fiancée got pregnant
. In those days, to have an abortion at the hospital, you needed not only a marriage certificate but also proof from your work unit. Otherwise, no
matter how much you begged, the doctor wouldn't agree to terminate the life growing inside a girl. Back then, being pregnant before marriage
(at that time, having a marriage certificate wasn't considered marriage; you had to hold a ceremony to be officially married)
was a serious offense, potentially leading to dismissal from your work unit.
My fiancée was so frightened that she tightly wrapped her belly with cloth, living in constant anxiety, insisting I marry her immediately
. Reluctantly, I borrowed a room, and while working part-time and studying, I hastily got married. After my wife went into labor
, I was too busy to take care of her, so she had to take a six-month leave from her workplace and move to the countryside with our child
. This left me a single man with a wife. The housing unit my workplace assigned me was called a "united household," with three families living in one unit. It was
said that these units were originally allocated to work teams during the Cultural Revolution; two of the three rooms were 18 square meters, and the other was 14 square meters, with the kitchen being
almost 10 square meters.
Such housing was considered luxurious for a family at the time; ordinary people couldn't afford it. After the work
team left, the three families united, each living in one room and sharing the kitchen. All three families were newly married young people. I
moved in last; the other two families had children over a year old. My next-door neighbors were a young couple; the woman was petite, and the man was quite
handsome. Both were working, leaving early and returning late. During the day, the child stayed with his mother-in-law, and they picked him up in the evening. The man didn't
like studying, loved playing cards, but was exceptionally diligent with housework—washing clothes, cooking, and cleaning dishes. After finishing, he
would either go to sleep or go out until midnight.
Next door lived a man who was a college graduate from the countryside (at that time, the Cultural Revolution had just begun, and college graduates
were considered the cream of the crop; he had just been assigned to work in the county government and was busy all day). His wife was from the countryside, unemployed,
and a full-time housewife. I'm easygoing and don't argue, so I got along well with both neighbors.
Their two families, however, often quarreled over trivial matters like cooking and drying clothes.
Because I worked part-time and studied part-time, I spent more time at home during the day. The woman from the countryside was a full-
time housewife with a child, so… Therefore, I saw her more often. Having experienced rural
life during the Cultural Revolution, I was quite familiar with it, and I got along well with the young woman from the countryside. In our free time,
we often chatted about anything and everything, such as her family situation and her marriage. She was very willing
to talk to me (perhaps because she was lonely living alone at home), especially pouring out her troubles.
She often talked about how she withstood pressure from her parents and relatives to date her husband, supported his education, and
how he became fickle after starting work. He wanted to dump her.
She was beautiful, had a good figure, and a straightforward personality, though she still had a bit of a rustic air about her. She often
told me that in the countryside, she was considered one of the prettiest girls in the surrounding villages. Her family was well-off; her father and brothers both
worked locally. She had high standards; many young men had come to her house to propose marriage, but she had refused them all.
Her husband was short and not particularly handsome. His family was poor, and the reason she chose him despite her family's opposition was twofold:
firstly, he had served in the army and was a battalion commander; secondly, he was well-educated. She was a diligent
student, often sketching and drawing. Their relationship was essentially a free-love affair; in the beginning, he
was incredibly devoted to her.
Later, when he went to university, she supported him by saving every penny. Unexpectedly, before he even graduated, he
became cold and distant towards her. After starting work, he even flirted with an older woman at his workplace. If she hadn't confronted him at work,
he would have definitely dumped her. Whenever she talked about this, she was indignant and couldn't stop. She also frequently mentioned
how her neighbor bullied her because she came from the countryside. The neighbor's brother-in-law was her husband's superior, and her husband... I always advised her to keep her distance, and she
often swallowed her anger, etc. I also often tried to comfort her. Therefore, she had a good impression of me, and we
were practically inseparable.
Logically, neighbors should get along normally; even if someone is unfaithful, they shouldn't "eat the grass near their burrow." Unexpectedly
, in a chance encounter, I had an affair with her. It wasn't intentional on her part,
nor was it intentional on my part, but it happened anyway. That day was a day off, and in broad daylight, it
was just the two of us in the building. Her husband was away on a business trip. I went; the neighbor's family had gone back to her parents' house. She was
washing clothes in front of her house. I was tired of reading, so I went over to chat with her. We talked and talked, and somehow
the conversation drifted to her breasts, eventually leading to a rather scandalous story. It went like this
: Her breasts were incredibly large, and despite having a child, she wasn't wearing a bra. She was sitting on a low stool washing
clothes, and her two large, white breasts swayed with her movements, making me very aroused.
I laughed and said, "Your breasts are really too big..." "It's uncomfortable with them swaying back and forth in front of your chest?"
she asked. She replied, "Yes, my neighbor Xiao Chen always laughs at me, saying my breasts are all the way up to my belly button."
She laughed too.
I said, "Were they this big before you got married?" She laughed and said, "If they were this big, it would be terrible! Hanging like that would be so ugly
!" I said, "If I wasn't breastfeeding, they definitely wouldn't be hanging like that."
She laughed and said, "That's true. I'm just good-looking. When I was a girl, my breasts were always full. I wanted to cover them up, but I couldn't.
People were always staring. It was so embarrassing."
I joked, "When I went to the countryside, there was a bachelor in the village..." (referring to a rural movie) Back then
, when they were all doing it outdoors, they would always graze around where there were lots of girls, taking every opportunity to touch them, deliberately
brushing against their chests, and even pinching them unexpectedly. Have you ever encountered anything like that?
She said: It's the same everywhere, some creepy men always come up to me, bumping and rubbing against me with their elbows
.
I said: What did you do when you encountered something like that?
She said: What could I do? I just kept quiet, and if there was a space, I'd try to avoid it, but if there were too many people, there
was nothing I could do.
I laughed and said: That's just letting people take advantage of you.
She said, "Sometimes it's just rubbing against each other, but the bolder ones will even grab you by the hand, you can't even dodge it."
I said, "Doesn't your husband get angry when he's around?"
She said, "When there are other men around, of course it happens less often. But I'm not always with him.
When I go to the movies, I usually go with girls from the village, and this kind of thing happens frequently."
I laughed and said, "You can't blame others, your breasts are too conspicuous. Other girls might
not experience as much as you."
She laughed and said, "When I go to the movies with Xiao Wang (her husband's surname is Wang), he always likes to
hit me with his elbow."
I laughed too. The conversation was going well, but somehow, when she started talking about her husband, she became indignant again
.
She said, "That time, after I made a scene at his workplace, he got scared and came back to say nice things to me. I even said, 'That old maid at your workplace,
besides being from the city, what does she have that compares to me? She's skinny and old.'" Back then,
I was angry for a long time. Before I married him, I was so resentful that I wanted to cheat on him and not give him my virginity.
Hearing her say that, I was amused and deliberately teased her, asking, "Did you cheat on him?" She said no,
but she always thought about it. I laughed and said, "Even though it's said that it's easy for a woman to find a man, it's not so easy
to break through that veil." She said, "What's so difficult about it? If I weren't so upright, I would have been taken by another
man when I was
seventeen or eighteen." I laughed and said, "You women are all like this, only allowing yourselves to start fires, but not allowing men to light lamps.
You were dating other people when you were seventeen or eighteen, and you get jealous when your Xiao Wang talks to someone or gives them a wink."
She said, "What are you talking about? Xiao Wang and I have never dated anyone before. We live in the next bay. If I had dated someone else, wouldn't he know?" I deliberately asked, "Then 　　what happened
when you said your feelings were almost taken by someone else ?" 　　This woman, so vain! Seeing my disbelief, she 　　told me something she'd probably never told anyone before. 　　She said, "Oh, it's an uncle from my village, incredibly wicked. One day, he came to my house, and 　　seeing no one was home, he forced me onto the headboard, took off all my clothes, and started groping and squeezing my breasts, 　　even sucking on them. It made me so nervous..." I asked, "And how come he didn't notice your feelings?" 　　She laughed, "In my daze, he took off my pants, and he took out his thing, insisting I touch 　　it. It was huge! It startled me. Wouldn't something that big tear my lower body 　　apart?" 　　I firmly refused, but he wouldn't let go. I said, "If you don't let go, I'll call for help!" That's how I escaped that 　　ordeal. 　　I said, "So he just left it at that?" 　　She laughed and said, "My uncle is really wicked. He touched my breasts several times before. One day, he saw that 　　I was the only one in the house, and he was so wicked that he forced me onto the bed and rubbed me for an hour or so. I almost could 　　n't take it anymore. If his thing hadn't been so big, he would have taken advantage of me. After I realized that he not only 　　wanted to squeeze my breasts but also wanted to take my body, I always avoided him." 　　I laughed and said, "That proves that you were already wicked because of his squeezing your breasts." Then I added, "You too, 　　it's not good that something is big, but you can't even think about what's big." 　　She laughed and said, "Back then, I was still a girl, and I was young, so I was scared." 　　I said, "If it were now, you definitely wouldn't be scared." She just laughed and didn't say anything. 　　She was washing clothes while talking to me. From her open collar, her neck was white, 　　and you could see half of her two round breasts. Apart from the rustic air of a countrywoman, she 　　was indeed a beautiful woman. 　　At this point, my wife and I had been separated for over two months, and I was already feeling sexually frustrated. With things having come to this point, 　　my thoughts naturally wandered, and I felt a throbbing erection. The thought of kissing and touching her to quench my thirst arose 　　, but I didn't dare to act rashly. I surmised that her resentment towards her husband stemmed not only from her current 　　status as a rural person and his changed position, which might have led him to consider abandoning her, but perhaps for other reasons as well. So , 　　I decided to tease her further, creating an opportunity to make my move. 　　I continued, "Luckily you didn't do anything foolish. If you had done it in anger, you might have regretted it later 　　." 　　She said, "I'm always decisive in my actions. If I do something I want to do, I definitely won't regret it." 　　I said, "That's not necessarily true. What you said about Xiao Wang is just your speculation; it might not be factual. 　　He still married you in the end, didn't he? Besides, your Xiao Wang works in the county government; he started as a section chief and 　　might be promoted later. Why worry so much about that?" She said angrily, "Just thinking about it 　　makes me angry. I was the one who insisted on being with him; I could have found a better family anywhere. 　　Now it's so frustrating. What's so good about being with him? I'm a slave at home all day. He's short, 　　and not a good person; even if he's a high-ranking official, it's useless." 　　I said, "He may be short, but saying he's not a good person is a bit much, isn't it? He's good at writing and drawing, a university 　　graduate, has a good job, and a bright future." Perhaps she was too angry, because she blurted out that I was 　　n't referring to his shortcomings. I still didn't quite understand her meaning, so I asked, "Then what else is he not good at?" She 　　said, "What's he not good at? He's not good at anything." 　　Then I thought I understood. She probably meant he wasn't good in bed. I thought, if he really 　　wasn't good in bed, then their young marriage must be really unbearable. No wonder she was so resentful of him. 　　To get to the bottom of things, I deliberately stirred things up again, saying to her with a regretful tone, "I understand 　　what you mean. I don't know how to respond directly, but you mean that others want to pick a beautiful flower but can't, while he 　　just admires it from the branch, right?" I thought the meaning was already quite explicit. She probably thought she would stop there, 　　but unexpectedly, she continued, "Before I came to the countryside, I knew how many people longed for me. But in this 　　godforsaken place, everyone's locked up." 　　From her words, it seemed like she was trying to steal someone but couldn't. I felt I had a chance, so I continued, "This..."

I believe you. We know many people in the village, so it's easy to get to know each other. Besides, you're beautiful and have big breasts; any man
would be tempted. If I were your uncle from the village, I wouldn't let a sure thing slip away. She laughed, "He's
afraid I'll lose face if I scream."
I deliberately asked, "If he really did it, would you scream?" She said, "Who would dare scream about something like that? It would
be shameful." At that moment, he was touching and pinching me all over, and I felt panicked; my body went limp. I
laughed, "Your uncle is lustful but cowardly. If he had persisted a little longer and used force, he would have gotten over it.
Once he started, he might have continued." She laughed, "You men are all the same; you're never satisfied."
As the saying goes, listen to the words, listen to the meaning.
Hearing her words, my heart was truly itching for action, but at that moment, her clothes were already washed and were about to
be hung out to dry. The building entrance was open, not a good time to make a move. Experience told me that opportunity knocks but once; this could
n't be left unsaid, I had to strike while the iron was hot. So, I helped her hang
her clothes out to dry, eager for her to finish. While helping her, I even playfully bumped into her breast.
After the clothes were done, I went back to my room and waited, looking for the best moment.
I planned to close the building entrance door after she went into her room, just in case. If I succeeded, I could easily make my move
. If not, I could still move in and out freely. After she went into her room, she didn't come out or close the door.
I wanted to strike while the iron was hot, so I went into her room. Waiting for her to come out would mean missing my chance. I carried
a glass of water and quietly walked to her door. I saw her sitting on the bed in the inner room, fixing her hair. I went to her
inner room, looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the bedside table, and spoke to her.
I said, "You're really pretty. Your little Wang really needs to watch out for being cheated on." She said, "He's a heartless bastard
. He doesn't care about me at all." I said, "He should regret not caring about you." She said, "Regret my ass." I said, "
He can let go of your heart. If he couldn't, he'd be keeping you close at hand." She said, "He's got
that much ability. He can keep things under control. He can keep a living, breathing person under control." I said, "You're being too far-fetched
. If someone really wanted to sleep with you, would you agree?" She said, "That's hard to say. He's useless anyway. I'm annoyed. Who cares about his
brother-in-law? Women always need men to sleep with them."
Her words were truly sinister. My lust grew stronger and stronger. I no longer wanted to hide my true feelings.
Success or failure was just a matter of a single thought. To be on the safe side, I thought, "Let's try it by word first. If that doesn't work, we'll think of other ways."
I continued my final probing, telling her that what she said made me almost want to do something wicked, and that I really wanted to
squeeze her big breasts. She said, "What's so great about squeezing a breast?"
Having gone this far, I decided to give it a try. So, I walked up to her and actually touched her breast
.
She immediately pushed my hand away. I said, "See? You won't even let someone who actually wants you do that?"
She didn't move, remaining silent. I sat down beside her and whispered, "Just for a little while, okay?"
She stared at me and said, "What's so fun about country bumpkins?" I said I've never had any concept of country bumpkins or city people,
only the distinction between pretty and not pretty people. She said, "What's pretty about me?" I said, "I think your eyes, eyebrows, and nose
are all pretty, it's just that your breasts are a little too big." She laughed.
By this time, I had already slipped my hand inside her bra clasp. She grabbed my hand, preventing me from going any further, and whispered,
"No, you're just saying it, why are you actually doing it?"
I said, "I'm just going to squeeze your breast once, are you really going to do that?" She said, "What's wrong with pinching her breasts? It
's just that someone might see."
I said, "I've closed the building entrance, who could see?" She laughed and said, "You men are all devils." I said ,
"I wouldn't be a man if I didn't become a devil." She pinched my arm hard and said, "I'll let you off easy, only once
." I said, "One time is too little, two times, please."
After saying that, I quickly reached for her breasts. Her breasts were really big. The
breasts of a breastfeeding woman were completely different from those of a young girl. They were soft and lacked elasticity when held in my hands, but they could be squeezed and kneaded into
various shapes.
I gently pulled her into my arms, my hand slipping from under her clothes to her breasts, sliding over them,
kneading them wantonly... She closed her eyes slightly, her body soft and weak against my chest. At this moment, my
penis was already hard and erect. Pretending to want to see her breasts, I pushed her down onto the bed, pounced on her, and pressed her
body beneath me. She was panting heavily as I pressed her down, constantly writhing and trembling as
she said, "You can only touch my breasts, not just hold me and touch them? I can hardly breathe from your pressure."
I said, "I'll just press you down for a moment, and kiss you once."
Then I covered her mouth with mine. She kept turning her face away, trying to escape my lips. At that moment, I was burning with desire, so I held her hands down and used my mouth to unbutton
her blouse, kissing her half-exposed breasts repeatedly, gently biting and
sucking on her erect nipples…
After a while, her body stopped writhing so much, letting me kiss her mouth to mouth,
our tongues intertwining. Her body was truly voluptuous. I braced myself on the bed with one hand, and while we were kissing passionately
, my other hand began to roam down her rounded arm, across her chest, down her back, and then
slipped inside her pants, reaching for her plump buttocks… I had been celibate for a long time, and I felt
the softness and smoothness of her skin all over. I withdrew my hand and squeezed and kneaded her two large breasts… In the midst of my ravaging, I felt her hand seemingly accidentally
brush against my penis. I took the opportunity to unzip my pants, releasing my already hot and hard member
. I pulled her hand over, but she quickly pulled it back as soon as she touched it. I whispered to her,
“Give it a squeeze.” She blushed and said, “Dream on, I won’t.” I didn’t force her and reached out to undo her belt
. She waved her hand to stop me, saying, “You’re never satisfied.” I said, “Let me see down there.” She said, “
What’s there to see down there?”
But I eventually pulled down her trousers and waistband. I then licked her genitals with my tongue.
At first, she covered herself tightly with her hands, saying anxiously, "No, how can you use your mouth?" I said, "It's okay." Her labia...
Her clitoris was already swollen and congested. I licked it with my tongue until it was as large as a pea, and it was already oozing fluid. I
stared into her watery eyes and whispered, "Let me do it." She said, "No." I said, "I can't take it anymore.
You don't believe me? Look," and then I pulled her hand to my penis again.
This time, she didn't let go. Following my instructions, she gently pinched and slowly rubbed it with her fingers,
whispering, "It's terrifying, this big thing." I said, "Big is good, I'm going to put it in and do it." This time,
she didn't refuse anymore, but said in a coquettish voice, "If you do it, you can't tell anyone." I said, "Of course
, I know that." So she completely relaxed.
My penis was already hot as fire and hard as iron, and it easily entered her slippery vagina.
I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, thrusting my hips forward and back, slowly but surely penetrating her vagina. Every few thrusts,
I would forcefully push to the deepest point, each time I reached her clitoris, she would let out a soft moan. The
allure and the profound pleasure I felt at that moment were truly indescribable. Time flew by, and having been a virile virile woman for a long time
, I was bursting with energy. In about half an hour, I made love twice, the second time lasting
longer and feeling even better than the first. Unfortunately, she only gave me this one chance. About a month later, she
moved out.
Her husband's workplace allocated her a new apartment and also temporarily assigned her a job. After she left, the apartment remained empty for
six months before someone moved in. It was a single man who sometimes came to sleep at night, but was rarely seen during the day.
During those six months, only two families actually lived in the building. Gradually, I became familiar with the couple next door
. The woman's surname was Chen, and the man's surname was Li. To be honest, apart from being a bit fussy about details, this couple
is quite nice. I have a rather careless habit; I tend to
leave the oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar in the kitchen lying around after using them.
Their fussiness is that they often share my things. I'm mentioning this not
because I'm stingy, but because the story I'm about to tell is somewhat related to this.
Young people are generally easy to get along with, and when cooking together in the kitchen, we always chat and laugh, so
I learned a bit about their romantic relationship. My female neighbor's sister used to live in my room, and
it was her sister who introduced her to her husband. Her husband is quite hardworking and handsome. That's why they got together. But
after Xiao Wang and I moved in, her husband's shortcomings became apparent. Although he's hardworking, he's not diligent,
lacks education, and his speech and mannerisms are somewhat lacking.
Once, while chatting with her, we touched on this, and she said, "If only my husband were a little more diligent in his
studies like you."
I said, "Not necessarily. Everyone has their own preferences." My wife told me, "Your husband, Xiao Li, is good; he
takes care of all the housework. I just read when I get home, expecting to be waited on hand and foot, and I don't do any housework."
She said, "What kind of man does housework all day long? My brother-in-law transferred him from the collective to
the personnel bureau a few years ago. If he were ambitious, he wouldn't be like this today. A grown man, doing housework all day,
like a woman.
If he were willing to put in the effort to study, I wouldn't let him do laundry, buy groceries, and cook. Do you think he's
diligent?
He's just bored. You haven't seen him; after meals, he's out running around. At home, he either sits
until he's half asleep or goes to bed early. Seeing him like that is annoying. In the future, he won't be able to speak or
write properly; he'll have a hard time getting by anywhere. Everyone has their own problems."
Perhaps because of this, or for other reasons, she didn't resist much when I took advantage of her
. That night, her husband went off somewhere (there were no pagers or cell phones back then), and
in the middle of the night, her child suddenly developed a fever. She woke me up in a panic, asking me to accompany her to the hospital
.
I hurriedly dressed, rode my bicycle, and took her and the child to the hospital for emergency treatment. It took me
more than two hours to get home. When we got home, the child was asleep, and she was lying on the bed, wearing a coat, watching me. I told her not to
worry. She said, "I'm not worried, I'm just upset." She said, "Look, what kind of man is like him,
not coming home in the middle of the night? If it weren't for you, how could I, a woman, have taken her (the child) to the hospital in the middle of the night, keeping
you awake? I'm so sorry." I said, "It's nothing, we're neighbors, helping out is what I should do." Little
Li still hadn't returned that night; where could he have gone? She said, "Who knows where he's gone? Besides playing cards,
what else does he have to do?" I said, "That's true. What's so great about playing cards all night?"
Seeing her anxious, I felt bad about going to sleep, so I stayed and talked to her
. At first, I stood and talked to her, and later I sat on the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything, just moved a little closer. She had also gotten up after going to bed to go to the hospital.
Now she was leaning against the bed, looking languid, wearing an outer coat that covered her chest, revealing her two round
breasts bulging under her close-fitting clothes.
For some reason, I suddenly became aroused, and I was incredibly bold. Without thinking,
I pulled her into my arms with one hand and reached out to her chest with the other, groping and kneading her breasts through her clothes. Perhaps it was because my action was sudden
, or perhaps it was because I felt bad for bothering her in the middle of the night, but I groped and kneaded her breasts for two or three
minutes. She pushed my hand away without much reaction, only saying, "It's getting late, we should go to sleep." This was the first
time; it was purely accidental. The next day, she didn't say anything, and everything seemed normal. I didn't take it
to heart either, nor did I intentionally look for an opportunity. But as people say, once something like this happens, it will
happen again.
Before I knew it, it was hot. Because of exams, I studied until midnight every day, and because of the heat, I always
left my door open. That day, it was past midnight when she came over and asked me for mosquito coils. I was too lazy to get up and
told her to go get them herself from the inner room. She went in but couldn't find them and asked me to help her, so I got up and went in. That's when I
noticed she was only wearing underwear and a sleeveless top, her arms and legs exposed
, so white. My heart immediately went astray. Taking advantage of the opportunity to find the mosquito coils, I pressed my legs against hers, and...
She squeezed onto the counter, reaching for the mosquito coil with one hand, while the other slipped under her armpit from behind and groped her breast
.
She obviously noticed my intentions and dodged to the side. As my lower abdomen pressed against her round, upturned buttocks,
my penis hardened. Driven by lust, I didn't think twice and pressed myself against her. If she had
questioned me, asking what I was doing, or said, "Never mind, I don't want the mosquito coil," perhaps I would have stopped
.
But she didn't. As I approached her and pulled her into my arms, although she struggled
, she said, "Don't mess around, there are people outside the window."
We lived on the first floor, and the window was open. There were indeed people outside enjoying the cool air, but the lower half of the window
was covered by curtains, so we couldn't see anyone. She spoke so softly, like a mosquito, afraid the people outside would hear. This
didn't stop me; instead, it emboldened me.
In the struggle, she retreated step by step to the bedside. I took the opportunity to push her down onto the bed, pounced on her, clamped
her body between my legs, and reached my hand inside her clothes, squeezing one of her breasts. She struggled fiercely but didn't make a sound.
How could a woman resist a man? I pressed her tightly beneath me, using one hand to block her struggling arms, and the other to lift
her clothes, fondling and kneading her smooth breasts... During the struggle, she never shouted loudly,
only whispering that this was wrong and asking me to let go. At this moment, it was just the two of us in the apartment (her child
was young and already asleep), and I, having been celibate for a long time, was burning with desire, so I wasn't willing to let go. By this time, she had
struggled to sit up, and I pulled her tightly around the waist, sitting her on my lap. One hand fondled her breast, and the other reached
into her shorts, covering her plump vulva, and sliding and rubbing my middle finger between her legs.
Soon, I felt her wetness and her labia swollen. I flipped her over and pinned her to the bed,
clamping her legs tightly between my thighs. I struggled with her with one hand while pulling down her pants with the other. Her shorts had an elastic waistband,
loosely tied, and easily pulled down to her thighs. I was also wearing shorts, which I quickly pulled
off as well. By this time, I had pulled one leg of her shorts off, and she was on her back, her body arched against the
edge of the bed. I stood on the floor, using my body to spread her legs apart, my rock-hard
penis pressing straight against the base of her thighs. Suddenly, her expression changed. She said, "You're too bold! If you don't let go,
I'll scream for help."
Her voice wasn't loud, but her tone was fierce. I don't know what came over me at the time, I wasn't particularly scared,
but seeing how serious she seemed, I didn't dare force myself on her. So I stopped, leaned down, and
whispered to her, "Don't scream, please don't scream, I'll only touch you once."
Of course, she didn't scream. I held her down in that position, pounced on her, grabbed her hands and pressed them flat
on the bed. I didn't dare move my lower body, but I tried to find her lips with my mouth. She kept turning her face away.
I don't know how, maybe it was because my body kept moving as I searched for her lips, or maybe it was
because her body twisted as she dodged my kiss, but my penis actually went inside her vagina. She definitely
felt it too, and cried out in panic, "It's over! It's over! You're really going to kill me."
At that moment, I felt my penis was incredibly hard and swollen, and her slippery vagina was warm. For a moment
, I held my penis inside her vagina, but I didn't dare to move.
Her hands were held flat by me, and her body didn't move at all. After a while, I finally silenced her with my
lips, feeling her burning lips and rapid breathing. Her hands, which I was holding down, were limp and powerless.
I held her tightly, placing her arms over my shoulders, and while probing her
mouth with my tongue, I gently lifted my hips, tentatively sliding my penis slowly into her vagina, rhythmically moving
in and out according to the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.
Although the room was dark, the light from the outer room and the outside light filtered in through the window, making the view clear. I
saw her eyes tightly closed, her body limp and reclining, her legs hanging off the bed and hooked tightly around my thighs.
I felt that even the biggest problem had vanished, and so I boldly began to do it. I would
thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, then stop and gently embrace her chest and back with my hands. She kept her lips tightly pressed together, making no
sound, but I could feel her body writhing beneath me, her vagina overflowing with fluid
… My little brother really did me justice, lasting a good twenty or thirty minutes before I ejaculated. I
felt pleasure deep in my bones, and she was completely exhausted.
The first half was front-entry, with her lying on her back on the edge of the bed. The second half, I turned her over and
entered her from behind, thrusting in and out while caressing her breasts. When my penis began to violently thrust in and out of her vagina, rubbing against her
, she had become a docile lamb. When I wanted to switch to rear-entry, she didn't refuse
and quickly adjusted to my position. As I ejaculated rapidly, I felt her vaginal muscles
contracting rhythmically at the end. After we finished, I pulled her onto the bed and lay her down on my side. I
gently held her neck with one hand and kissed her, while the other hand continued to squeeze and play with her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples
until they hardened, then sucking on them.
After a short while, she suddenly broke free, quickly pulled up her underwear, and ran back to her room. I
chased after her, handed her a mosquito coil, and she took it and tightly closed the door.
For over a month afterward, she didn't say a word to me. Of course, I occasionally found opportunities to be attentive to her.
Finally, our relationship returned to normal; we still chatted and laughed, but neither of us mentioned the incident. This
event was like a shooting star, fleeting and gone forever into the dark night sky, leaving only an indelible
memory.

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