The young woman was pleasantly surprised

I was 18 when I started my freshman year of college. At that time, both my parents were working in other cities. My family owned an apartment about 30 minutes away from the university, which was usually empty. Every weekend, I would go home to visit, sometimes cooking something, and sometimes inviting a few friends or classmates for a meal, drinking until we were drunk.
Across from my apartment building was a rather old-looking apartment building with an open staircase. On the floor opposite my apartment in the old building, there were four families living, including a couple in their thirties. I remember when I was little, I would shoot soybeans at the stairs of the opposite building with a slingshot. Unexpectedly, the woman of that apartment (who was in her twenties at the time and had recently gotten married) happened to be coming up the stairs and got her face covered in soybeans.
She yelled at me angrily for a while. I was about twelve years old then and didn't dare to talk back.
One summer, I came home from college and was watering my mother's plants on my balcony when I happened to see that young woman across the street tidying up chairs in the open corridor.
She was wearing a tight nightgown, her figure was full and sexy, and part of her breasts were exposed, which aroused me. Suddenly, she casually turned around and glanced this way. I saw her face clearly; it was the face of a beautiful young woman, not as vibrant as a young girl's, but possessing a more mature beauty. When she bent over, I even caught a glimpse of the cleft of her buttocks outlined by her tight-fitting nightgown. As I watched, my lower body involuntarily hardened… From that moment on, I was determined to get my hands on this woman.
Finally, the opportunity arrived. One day, I watched her from the balcony for a long time. She went to buy groceries with a basket. I rushed downstairs. With my speed, I finally caught up with her at the roadside.
I took the initiative to greet her, "Madam, hello!"
She looked at me in surprise, "Do we know each other?"
I smiled and said, "No, we don't know each other. But I live in the building across from yours. I'm a university student at the University of International Relations. A few years ago, I was playing with soybeans using a slingshot and accidentally hit you. Now, I realize more and more how wrong I am. Please forgive me for my youthful ignorance back then."
The young woman's beautiful face suddenly turned embarrassed, "Ah! That happened so many years ago, why bring it up again? (Bringing it up, of course, is to get back at you!) You were such a small child back then, and now you're all grown up, in university!"
I said, "Yes! Madam, if there's anything I can help you with in the future, just say so. I'd like to make up for it ." "To make amends for my disrespect."
She smiled again and said, "Oh, no need. My husband and I don't have children, and we're not busy with household matters.
My husband and I used to be English teachers at a foreign language institute, but later he went into business, and I took a leave of absence without pay, citing health reasons. So there's nothing we can help with." I feigned surprise and said, "
So you're an English teacher, madam! That's wonderful. Could you help me learn English?" She became interested upon hearing this: "Sure! I have nothing to do at home anyway. Come on over!"
I pretended to be overjoyed: "Thank you so much! Can you come to my house? My parents will welcome you!"
She said, "I need to buy groceries first."
To show my "sincerity," I bought the groceries for her and took them home. Then she came to my house.
After she entered, I invited her to sit down and then went to make her some tea. She quickly realized something was wrong: "Where are your parents?"
"My parents work in another city, it's just me at home."
She said, "But you just said your parents would welcome me."
I chuckled wickedly and said, "If I hadn't said that, would you have come?"
She suddenly stood up: "What do you mean?"
At 18, my desire burned fiercely, and I had long since lost my reason. I pounced on her and pinned her down. In college, being in the throes of puberty and still a virgin, I had nowhere to vent my frustrations, so I consistently exercised—boxing, swimming, basketball, martial arts, and so on—all became my means of release. Because of my consistent exercise, my physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, so I easily subdued her. Then I forcefully kissed her lips.
She resisted weakly, panting heavily, which only further aroused my lust. I felt my lower body was about to explode. My hands began to caress her breasts, then slipped down into her long skirt… She resisted silently, but I could already see that the beautiful young woman was actually half-heartedly giving in. I didn't expose her intentions, but instead picked her up and carried her to the bed, starting to undress her.
Removing her top wasn't difficult, and soon her pair of mature, large breasts were revealed, trembling, full and soft, with two purple nipples—it almost made my nose bleed. I hurriedly licked her beautiful breasts again and again, sucking her nipples. She couldn't help but make "hmm" sounds.
At 18, my lust was burning, and I knew nothing of technique or patience, so I quickly started to peel off her long skirt.
After removing the skirt, her sexy, beautiful thighs were revealed. I immediately grabbed one thigh, kissing and caressing it, then the other… When I reached to remove her panties, she finally began to resist again, grabbing them tightly. I tried several times without success, then suddenly had an idea, so I said to her, "Okay! If you really don't want to, then forget it. I'll let you go."
With that, I supported her slender waist and helped her stand up. After she steadied herself, she tried to push my hands away, and I seized the opportunity to grab her panties and pull them off.
The beautiful young woman cried out in surprise, but it was too late… I had finally stripped her naked. My eyes were already burning with desire, and I could no longer restrain myself. So I stripped off myself and leaped onto her.
The beautiful young woman no longer resisted, but silently endured my ravaging, occasionally letting out
moans of “hmm,” “hmm,” “ah,” “ah,” which further aroused my lust.
I parted her legs and tried to insert my erect penis into her lower body, but I couldn’t get it right after several attempts.
So I leaned close to her ear and said, “Baby, this is my first time, please help me, okay?”
The beautiful young woman opened her eyes, her face flushed, and immediately closed them again. Her hand gently grasped my penis and aimed it at her vagina, and I thrust in all at once!
The feeling after entering was warm, and the soft vaginal walls rubbed against my penis, producing an unprecedented pleasure. I felt like I was floating on clouds… I reached out and lifted her plump, white buttocks, and then, in coordination with the thrusting of my penis, began the piston-like motion.
As a virgin, I couldn't last long and ejaculated quickly.
After ejaculating, I grabbed the beautiful young woman's pair of sexy, large breasts and kneaded them repeatedly. She then turned to me, enduring the pain, and said, "You really are a virgin, otherwise you wouldn't have come so quickly."
This time, she stayed at my house for more than four hours, and I ejaculated three times. The beautiful young woman stopped pretending to be innocent and started to be affectionate with me. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet often.
From then on, I went home more often and no longer easily held parties at home. The beautiful young woman's moans replaced the clinking of glasses with my friends.
Once, after we finished making love, I told her I wanted to try something different. She agreed, but on the condition that I wouldn't leave any marks on her body so her husband wouldn't find out. I, of course, agreed.
The first "something different" was: whipping. I made her kneel on the bed, elbows propped up, her beautiful, sexy, plump buttocks sticking out. Then I whipped her buttocks with a belt, and she immediately cried out, "Ah! It hurts so much—!"
Then I switched to slapping her buttocks with my hands, one slap after another, "slap," "slap," repeatedly, until her plump buttocks were bright red.
As I slapped, she twisted her big buttocks and cried out in a wanton voice, "Ah! Ah! It hurts! Please stop hitting me! I'll do anything you want!" I showed her no mercy and continued to hit her.
Often after hitting her for a while, I would get an erection, and then I would grab her thighs and rape her from behind, at which point she would cry out even more lewdly.
When I was tired of hitting her and she was tired of doing it, I ordered her to lie on her back on the bed, raising her legs towards the sky, fully exposing her vagina and anus, and pointing upwards. Then I inserted my fingers into her vagina and stroked her anus. What made her most uncomfortable was the slapping of her vagina; each time, she involuntarily tried to close her legs. I told her that if she closed her legs, she would be beaten, so she was caught in a dilemma, unable to close them or not, and her moans grew louder, which excited me greatly.
During this time, the beautiful young woman took the initiative to cook for me, and she always ate a sumptuous meal. Of course, after she was full, my torment of her was still inevitable.
Once, she bought me red wine and cooked a table full of dishes. I told her she could only eat after taking off her clothes. She obediently complied. Looking at her sexy naked body, I couldn't help but feel a burning desire, grabbed her, and started to force her to drink. After a few sips, seeing that she didn't resist at all, I couldn't help but soften and quickly stopped. Her face was flushed, and she said in a sweet, girlish voice, "You're bullying me!" Then she leaned against me. I immediately hugged her, lifted her onto the bed, and pounced on her like a tiger attacking its prey… When we ate again, the food was cold, and she took the dishes to the kitchen to heat them up, naked. I, however, fell asleep in bed.
Another game we played was that I would make her drink a lot of water until she had a big belly, then forbid her from going to the toilet, and even squeeze her belly to play with it. Only when she couldn't take it anymore would I go to the toilet with her, making her squat on the toilet so I could watch her urinate. At first, she disagreed, but later, unable to resist my insistence, she began to "fountain." Watching, I couldn't help but reach out and touch the "water source." When my hand passed over her anus, I found that her anus was in its most relaxed state when urinating, making it easy for my finger to enter.
Bathing with a beautiful young woman was my happiest time; my favorite part at that time was her anus. I often used my finger, dipped in shower gel as a lubricant, to insert and poke around in her anus. She would moan softly each time, but couldn't make a sound because my kisses sealed her lips.
Several times I tried to have anal sex with her, but she refused. Okay, I can wait for my chance.
Once, when we were in the countryside, she needed to urinate, but there was no toilet. So I kept watch while she urinated behind a large rock. Hearing
the sound of water, I immediately went over, squatted down, and inserted my fingers into her relaxed anus. She let out a soft cry, temporarily stopping her urination, but quickly resumed. While she was still in the middle of urinating, I lay down, unzipped my pants, and quickly inserted my already erect penis into her relaxed anus, then began thrusting without warning.
She screamed in pain but couldn't break free. Fortunately, it was my first time having anal sex with her, and I quickly reached orgasm, ejaculating into her rectum.
From then on, I often had anal sex with her. After the first time, she went from pain to pleasure, and then to enjoyment.
Another game was bondage. I tied her hands together, then tied them to the headboard with another rope.
After tying her up, I sat on her stomach and began grabbing her ribs and armpits, enjoying the sight of her writhing on the bed.
After admiring her enough, I started practicing the "Yin-Yang Breast-Grabbing Hand," which involves grabbing and kneading her breasts, pulling her nipples upwards, and then making clockwise and counter-clockwise movements. Then I pressed her stomach, forcing her to fart. Of course, she was too embarrassed to fart. Since she couldn't, I used that as an excuse to spank her buttocks. At my command, "Turn around! Stick your butt out!" the beautiful young woman obediently turned around, stuck her butt out, and let me spank her.
Often, after a short while, I would get an erection, so each time she wasn't in much pain, she would start enjoying my defilement of her again… I continued practicing with her throughout university. Later, after graduating, I left my hometown to work elsewhere, and that's when I lost contact with her. I wonder how she is now, whether she's still so sexy and alluring.
I dated the beautiful young woman for a while and found it strange that she didn't have children, and why she wasn't in a hurry to go home at night. After a passionate encounter, we lay naked in bed. I gently caressed her breasts and tenderly asked, "Why don't you and your husband have children?"
The beautiful young woman trembled and said, "Sigh! Don't mention it." She fell silent, her expression serious.
I couldn't help but become interested. I put my arm around her shoulders, turning her beautiful, sexy body to face me, and gently kissed her. My right hand slid down from her shoulder to her full, round buttocks, giving them a firm squeeze. Then I coaxed her softly, "Tell me, what can't you tell your little brother?"
Although we liked to play the sadist and the victim during our playful moments, I was always gentle with her afterward, and we had long since addressed each other as brother and sister.
At first, the beautiful young woman didn't want to talk, but after a few rounds of coaxing, she sighed and said, "Sigh!
Actually, there's nothing to be afraid of. I've given you my body, what's there to care about?" Then she began to tell me her story with her husband.
She and her husband used to be university English lecturers, teaching English classes to students. Because of their low income, her husband always said they should wait until they had more money before having children, otherwise they wouldn't have enough to raise them and would neglect them.
Although they weren't wealthy then, their relationship was strong; they supported and cared for each other.
Later, a good friend of her husband's became successful in business and recommended him to partner with him, both to help his friend and to expand his own influence. So her husband quit his job and went into business, which she supported, believing they should earn more money for their upcoming child.
Her husband's business flourished, and he quickly accumulated his initial capital. The business grew larger and larger, and she no longer needed to take the bus to work for her meager salary. She took sick leave as an excuse, suspending her job and becoming a stay-at-home wife.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but interject, "With all that money, why don't you buy villas to live in?"
The beautiful young woman laughed and tapped my forehead with her finger, "I told you you're a child, and you still won't listen."
Apparently, with her family's financial resources, buying five luxury villas in the suburbs plus two BMWs wouldn't be a problem. But the reasons they hadn't were twofold. First, they were worried about security. Business people living in villas are easily targeted and targeted for money and even murder. Plus, her husband was away most of the time, so she was even more concerned. Hiring bodyguards was an option, of course, but bodyguards couldn't be with you 24/7, and besides, bodyguards aren't 100% reliable; many entrepreneurs have been betrayed by their bodyguards.
The second, and most important, reason was that they feared government tax officials auditing their company's accounts.
Because if you buy luxury villas, it's like announcing to the whole society, "I'm rich! My money came too fast, come and audit me!"
Of course, not everyone is afraid of government tax officials auditing their accounts. Her husband's company was clearly making a fortune by falsifying accounts. That is, the company made money, but the books showed a loss, so the company didn't pay taxes, and all the company owners could pocket all the profits.
This practice is actually quite common in the business world; companies keep two sets of books, one for external use and one for internal use. Naturally, they had to keep a low profile. However, they had already bought three houses next door, plus their own, making a total of four houses, combined into a duplex – no less luxurious than a villa, and no outsiders would know. They also owned several houses in other cities, either rented out or used as vacation homes.
But their happiness in their self-created "palace" didn't last long. Her husband developed the occupational hazard of a businessman. Needless to say, there are hardly any good men in the business world; it's the prevailing atmosphere. Although he had a beautiful wife at home, her husband was constantly philandering and keeping mistresses. She was furious, yet still held onto a sliver of hope that he would change as he got older. Her husband was constantly having affairs and hadn't slept with her in a long time, often staying away from home for weeks at
a time. The devoted woman, however, was still bitterly waiting for her prodigal son to return. As she finished speaking, the beautiful young woman was already in tears. I quickly held her in my arms, gently comforting her, using my kisses to soothe her wounds. Unexpectedly, my attempts to comfort her only made her cry even harder.
As a young man, I didn't know much about how to woo a woman, so I pulled her body onto mine, caressing her smooth, creamy back and round buttocks while kissing her incessantly. After a while, she calmed down and asked me, choking back tears, "Good brother, what should I do?"
My strength lies in thinking, not in instantaneous reaction, so I told her, "I need to think about it."
Then I suddenly turned around and pinned her down. My chest pressed against her full, sexy breasts, feeling soft and incredibly comfortable. I held her head in my hands, licking her face with my tongue, kissing every part of her face, even her eyes and ears, then whispered in her ear, "My darling, tell me, is your husband better or your good brother better?" The beautiful
young woman hummed, "I really wish my husband could be as good as my brother."
At this moment, I grabbed her hands tightly, held them above her head, and pressed them down, saying, "Then you'll treat me like your husband."
This action was a tacit understanding between us, signifying the start of a new round of torment for her.
The beautiful young woman, her eyes slightly closed, hummed and said, "Okay! Good husband, I'll do whatever you want. You can do whatever you want with me!"
I pretended to be fierce and said, "Really? You'll regret it later. If you refuse me, you'll get a beating!"
The beautiful young woman twisted her body and said in a seductive voice, "Mmm, mmm, ah—! Hit me! I'm happy to let you hit me!"
After our intimacy just now, plus this flirting, my penis was already rock hard.
But not yet, I wanted to indulge my sadistic urges first before moving on to the "real" stage.
Because she had laughed at me for being too hasty during sex, calling me a virgin, I made sure to do plenty of foreplay every time we got into bed.
Later, I discovered that this was the best way for us to reach orgasm simultaneously.
I released her hands and said, "I'm assuming your hands are tied and you can't move.
If you move, I'll spank you." The beautiful young woman's face was flushed with excitement, and she whispered, "Okay—mmm—!" I first pinched the two small nipples on her full breasts and gently rubbed them. First clockwise, then counterclockwise. After a while, her nipples stood erect, incredibly firm. Then I grabbed her large breasts with both hands and began to knead them.
The beautiful young woman moaned and groaned. I watched, touched, and listened—it was an unparalleled pleasure! I couldn't help but lean close to her ear and say, "Baby, moan louder, I love to hear it."
Sure enough, her moans grew louder.
At this point, I was sitting on her—not literally sitting, but with my legs straddling her stomach and my knees kneeling on either side of her slender waist. I wouldn't want to actually hurt her if my 1.5-kilogram weight hurt her. Because of muscle training, my weight increased from 75 kg to 80 kg, and there was no noticeable difference when I was dressed, probably due to the development of my internal organs and the high density of my muscles.
I bent down and gently massaged her soft ribs with my hands, then swiftly slipped them under her armpits.
The beautiful young woman cried out in surprise and quickly pulled her arms back, but she couldn't get my hands out. She started moaning softly.
I triumphantly pushed my hands under her armpits deeper and deeper. At first, she was incredibly itchy, but she quickly adapted to my rhythm and began to moan comfortably, her mouth singing as if she were singing, "Oh!
What are you doing—bullying me—oh!—uh!—tsk—!" I lowered my head and kissed her, our tongues intertwining and sucking each other's saliva. Raising my head, I pretended to be fierce and said, "Who told you to take your hand down? Do you want to get beaten?"
The beautiful young woman feigned fear: "Ah! I really couldn't take it anymore, that's why I took it down."
I said, "That won't do either, you have to be beaten."
The beautiful young woman said, "Okay! Please beat me, Master, please punish me! I am your female slave."
It was the first time I had heard such words, and I found it extremely amusing. Yet, I felt a little reluctant, so I leaned close to her ear and said, "Good sister, I won't really mistreat you. I'm just playing with you."
Speaking so close to her ear meant speaking the truth, something we both knew. The beautiful young woman kissed me, nodded gently, and said, "Sister knows. Sister knows that her good brother is good to her. Every time you pretend to be fierce and pounce on me, but then you're very gentle. You're such a gentle and good husband."
I said, "But I spank you really hard. Every time, your big butt gets red."
The beautiful young woman laughed, "That's because I willingly serve my master. Spank me as much as you want. It's my pleasure to have my dear brother spank me.
I'm your slave, and I'm willing to do anything for you." I happily said, "Alright. Then I'll obey."
I moved away from her ear, lifted one leg, turned around, and lay down next to her. I put one arm around her slender waist and started patting her belly with the other, then gently pressed and played with her snow-white, alluring belly, making it thump and squeak. I said to her, "What's wrong? Want to fart? Just let it out!
Let me see how a beautiful woman farts." The beautiful young woman, though she'd slept with me many times, still blushed: "
Ah! Ah! Don't tease me!
Hmm! Huff! Huff!" I quickly whispered something in her ear, then reached down and stroked her wet vagina.
Sitting up, I commanded her, "Lift your legs!"
The beautiful young woman obediently raised her legs, opening her mouth wide, revealing her vagina and anus.
Although I was filled with desire for the genitals of the woman I loved, I could never perform oral sex. I don't know why, perhaps because I wasn't taught this when I was young.
I lowered my head and smelled the unique scent emanating from her genitals—the strange smell of female secretions and anus—which truly intoxicated me. I couldn't help but gently blow air into her anus and vagina.
The muscles in the beautiful young woman's vagina and anus immediately contracted, and she made "ah ah" sounds.
我把一只手贴着她的阴道揉搓，然后让手指头插入其中，先是一根，两根，然后是三根。在她的帮助下，我分清了阴道和尿道的区别，所以现在插入手指已经是驾轻就熟了。
美少妇喜欢的是对阴道深处和阴道侧壁的刺激，我当然不会忘记。阴道抽抽插插半天，早已湿润如潮了。
提着被她的爱液湿润的手指头，我在她肛门外的菊花瓣上摸了摸，突然插入肛门。
美少妇高声嗯了一声，然后随着我的运动开始哎呀哎呀叫起来。
这时我又再次下令：“转身！象狗那样趴在床上！”
美女顺从地转身，撅起美丽性感的大屁股。
我爲了对她“性虐待”当然要找到借口。于是对她说：“你刚才胳膊动了，不听话，所以要挨揍！”
美女嗯嗯呀呀地说：“好。主人揍我吧！我是奴隶。”
我说：“揍哪儿”
美女说：“揍屁股吧！”
我突然拿出一根蜡烛，插入她的肛门。 She taught me this before, because candles aren't dirty, nor are they hard or sharp, so they won't have any harmful effects on the body. I
thrust the candle in and out of her anus several times, and she was already moaning like a real dog.
Then I pushed the candle in forcefully, leaving half of it sticking out, like she had grown a little tail.
Making her drag her tail while I beat her is one of my specialties.
Even the beating has foreplay. I first stroke her plump, pink buttocks with my hand, then kiss them. Under my gentle touch, the beauty lets out joyful moans.
Then I get off the bed, pull out my belt from my pants, fold it over, and tighten it with a sharp crack, threatening her, "Alright. I'm going to teach you a lesson! Let's see if you dare disobey again!"
Then I swing the belt and lightly whip her pink, white buttocks a couple of times. Although the whipping isn't hard, it still makes a crackling sound, and faint red marks begin to appear on her fair skin. I quickly bend down, stroking her back and buttocks, then switch to using my hand to hit her.
The sounds of "slap slap slap slap" fill the air. Sometimes I even count how many times I hit her.
The beautiful young woman moans lasciviously, further arousing my desire to beat her.
My palm lands forcefully on her fair buttocks, the feel incredibly wonderful.
The beautiful woman wiggled her large buttocks, moaning, "Master! Please punish me severely! I will always be your slave. Ah! Ah—! Ouch! Oh! Huff! Master! Please stop hitting me. Huff! Huff! Whatever you want this little slave to do from now on, huff! This little slave will do it! I will never dare to disobey your orders again! Ah! Please! Hmm—!"
I wanted to continue hitting her, but my penis could no longer hold on.
I quickly went behind her, grabbed her groin, ordered her not to move, inserted my penis into her vagina, and began to thrust.
The young woman's whole body swayed back and forth with my rhythm: "Hmm, hmm, huff, huff! Master! Ah! I want, I want, I want! It feels good! Hmm! Ha! Huff! Huff! Huff! Hmm! It feels good! Good master! I want it!"
Her pair of large breasts swayed incessantly, and I immediately grabbed them with both hands and wouldn't let go.
Listening to the beautiful woman's excited moans, my hands gripping her breasts, my penis inside her warm, wet vagina—oh my god! Could there be a better pleasure in the world?
After thrusting in and out of her vagina for a while, I stopped, my penis still inside her, and said to her, "Little girl, I forgot something!" She turned around and asked, "What is it?"
I raised my hand high and then slammed it down heavily on her beautiful, plump buttocks—"Smack!"
"Little girl! I forgot to hit you! Hahaha!"
After saying that, I started thrusting again. This time, while thrusting into her vagina, I kept raising my hand to slap her plump buttocks.
With each rhythmic slap, the beautiful woman's moans grew louder. After
a while, I bent down again, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and thrust harder.
The beautiful woman twisted her big buttocks, moving back and forth to match my attacks.
Suddenly, my penis swelled up, as if I was about to ejaculate! I quickly pulled out, lay flat on the bed, and let my penis rest for a while.
The beautiful woman crawled over knowingly, knelt beside me with her legs spread, and took my erect penis into her vagina. Then, she moved her upper body up and down, actively letting me have my way with her.
I grabbed her full breasts with both hands and closed my eyes to enjoy it for a while.
Then I made her lean over and kiss me, letting me taste her sweet tongue to my heart's content.
Holding her smooth back, my hands slid down to her plump buttocks. Regaining my strength, I couldn't help but speed up the pace. A storm of intense waves made her gentle and lewd moans immediately become more intense. My hands then accompanied this with slapping her buttocks, bringing our lovemaking to a fever pitch.
Her head was close to mine, and she made continuous "Awoooooo!" sounds. I felt as if my lower body was flooded with water, warm, which must be her secretions, because I hadn't ejaculated yet, so there wouldn't be that much secretion.
I knew her orgasm had arrived, so I didn't wait any longer. During her safe period, she allowed me to ejaculate inside her.
With a low growl, my gun barrel trembled, and all the bullets struck her bullseye… After making love twice, I would usually take a nap. When I woke up, she had already wiped my lower body clean with a hot towel. And the virtuous woman always sat beside me, watching me wake up.
I saw that she was still naked, her full and alluring breasts slightly sagging, and I quickly reached out and touched her breasts, saying, “Why aren’t you dressed, baby?”
The beauty pouted and said, “Master didn’t say anything, how could a slave dare to wear anything?”
I took her hand and hugged her, saying, “You don’t cherish such a good woman, your man really doesn’t know how to enjoy life!”
The beautiful young woman said, “Master, let’s not talk about him when we’re together!”
I said, “Okay, okay! Let’s not talk about him.” But in my heart, I thought: I have to think of a solution for my good lover!
One evening, I was watching TV with my beautiful wife in my arms when I gently whispered in her ear, "Baby, was I too rough with you? If you don't like it, I can try a different way."
The beautiful young woman turned around, kissed me, and then whispered in my ear, "Ah, Master, this little slave really loves being spanked by you. It's so tingling and fun, so comfortable. You know, sometimes I even want to deliberately do something wrong just so you can spank me."
Her whispers always made me instantly aroused. I felt my penis was about to explode again. I
breathed heavily and whispered in her ear, "It's easy! Finding an excuse to spank you is my specialty." Then we kissed passionately.
If someone were looking out the window at that moment, they would see two figures merged into one… Because exams were approaching, I had to study hard. The beautiful young woman said to me, "Anyway, my husband rarely comes home, so I'll stay here. I'll see him when he comes back and can rush back immediately. I'll cook for you, do your laundry, and help you with your exams."
I was so touched. I quickly wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her.
After a while, she pulled away, panting, and said, "You have exams, so we need to be more careful with our sex life.
It's best if we don't." Meeting her frequently greatly satisfied my pent-up desires, so abstaining for half a month shouldn't be a problem. Of course, half a month didn't mean no sex, just less.
The exam went smoothly; although the scores weren't high, everything went well, and I passed everything. I happily showed her my report card, and she smiled, her face flushed. Of course, she understood what this meant.
Sure enough, I announced, "Little slave girl, now your master commands you to do things."
The beautiful woman stood at her sides
, saying, "Yes, master. This little slave girl will obey." I sat down, crossed my legs, and said, "What if you don't obey?"
The little slave girl said, "If you don't obey, you'll get a beating." I lazily said, "Alright! Take off your pants, stick your ass out, and let me beat you!"
The little slave girl pretended to be panicked and said, "What did I do wrong?"
I said, "Ha! You asking that means you did something wrong! That means you talked back!"
The beautiful young woman pretended to be dejected, took out a belt, handed it to me with both hands, then took off her pants and clothes, revealing her incredibly sexy, fair and tender body. She slowly lay down on my bed, sticking out her big ass, waiting for my abuse.
Since I didn't want to hurt my treasure, I only used the belt for show. By this time, I had already thrown the belt away, and used my hands to forcefully spread her two big buttocks, exposing her anus. After admiring it for a while, I began to slap her buttocks.
The beautiful woman quickly began moaning, "Mmm! Mmm! Ah! Ah! Master, you're so strong! So powerful!"
Not long after, I leaned down and said to her, "Baby, let's try something new today."
The beautiful young woman's eyes lit up and she said, "Okay! I'm your slave, you can do whatever you want with me."
I said, "Okay! Get on the bed and crawl like a dog!"
The beautiful young woman immediately stood up and crawled onto the bed. I picked up my belt and lightly whipped her buttocks.
She cried out as she crawled, like a slutty little bitch. I threw down the belt and started slapping her buttocks with my palm, which made her cry out even louder.
Exams had been holding me back for a long time, and now, relaxed, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. I didn't care about the foreplay; I suddenly grabbed her around the waist and
lifted her up. The young woman cried out, but found herself suspended in mid-air, unsure of what I was about to do. Holding the beauty around the waist, I walked a few steps to the table, grabbed a blanket, and spread it on the table. Then I laid her on her back on the table and commanded, "Lift your legs!"
The young woman lifted her legs, exposing her vagina and anus.
I played with her pubic hair for a while, then patted her stomach. Then I aimed my erect penis at her vagina and inserted it. Ah! So hot! So good!
Holding her beautiful buttocks, I began to thrust rapidly. Several times, the movements were quite vigorous, and she couldn't help but gasp for breath, then told me, "Master's stick is all the way in!"
I knew that meant her uterus. I couldn't help but thrust deeper a few more times, and the beautiful woman opened her mouth wide, her face showing pain, but she couldn't cry out.
Feeling sorry for her, I quickly leaned down and asked, "Baby, does it hurt? Tell me if it hurts."
After I suddenly stopped, the beautiful young woman's face flushed, and she hummed, "Keep going! Don't ask! It'll make me embarrassed!"
It turned out she was experiencing pleasure, not pain, so I was relieved and, of course, fucked her even harder. I also started kneading her breasts with both hands. The young woman cried out joyfully, and I finally ejaculated.
After ejaculating, I licked the beautiful woman's belly and said, "Baby, I love you! I really hope to have a wife like you someday!"
The beautiful young woman knew that I was moved by my feelings and wasn't lying, so she said to me, "Ah! Good brother, I love you too! If we weren't so far apart in age, I would definitely be yours."
I lifted the young woman's plump, round buttocks, intending to carry her to the bed, but my legs went weak, and I almost dropped her to the ground.
"Haha!" I laughed and said, "Baby, don't laugh at me! I'm not strong anymore."
The beautiful woman steadied herself, hooked her arms around my neck, and said, "Sister won't laugh at you! You just finished your exams, and you've used up a lot of energy. You were making love with me so vigorously just now, of course you're a little weak. Come, lie down with me for a while, and I'll make you something to eat this afternoon to help you recover."
That evening, the beautiful young woman cooked me a sumptuous meal: wild turtle soup, stewed young chicken with goji berries and angelica, stir-fried prawns, steamed eel pieces, lettuce salad, fruit platter, and more, along with red wine. We hadn't been eating long when I said, "Sweetie, take off your clothes and keep me company!"
The beautiful young woman, with a small piece of chicken in her mouth, laughed, "You! You can't even relax with all this delicious food." I laughed too, "Nothing tastes as good as the flesh on your body, sweetie."
The beauty giggled, took off her clothes, and sat next to me. I grabbed her neck with one hand and started pouring her wine with the other. After she downed the whole glass, she choked and coughed, gasping for breath. I hugged her naked body and asked, "Sweetie, why aren't you resisting?"
The beauty tilted her head back against my chest and whispered, "Mmm—! I want to! You're such a bad guy!"
Holding such a gentle beauty in my arms, listening to her incoherent coquettishness, my lower body became aroused again.
So, without thinking twice, I dragged her to the bed and started a new round of battle... After ejaculating, I held her and took a few breaths, saying, "Baby, you're amazing!"
She was already sweating and said, "What? You want to tie me up?"
I was stunned for a moment: "Aha! Of course! I'm going to tie you up and whip you hard, see if you dare to disobey again!"
The beautiful young woman turned around excitedly, her eyes shining, and said, "Okay! This little slave agrees to let her master tie her up and torture her. As long as her master is satisfied, this little slave will do whatever she wants."
"Hahaha!" I was overjoyed. "Baby, aren't you afraid I'll really torture you?"
The beauty blushed and said, "Not at all! Master is good to me, this little slave knows! Master is always fierce in words, but not in deeds. This little slave is willing to offer herself to Master."
Hearing this, I felt my penis was about to get hard, so I pretended to be serious and ordered, "Go find a rope, let me tie you up!"
The beauty got up, found an old bed sheet, tore off a strip, used it as a rope, stretched out her hands, and obediently let me tie them up. Then I used another strip of cloth to fix the rope binding her hands to the headboard.
The beauty couldn't move her hands, which greatly increased my interest.
I grabbed one of her jade feet and started tickling her soles. The beauty struggled on the bed.
I put down one foot, grabbed the other foot, and did the same. The beauty struggled and screamed in pain, accompanied by my laughter.
To make her feel less uncomfortable, I quickly stopped tickling her soles and started tickling her armpits.
She used to be able to pull her arms back, but now she can't; she can only stand there, letting me attack her.
The beauty screamed "Ah! Ah!" I laughed and continued to insert my fingertips into her armpits. The beauty's body twisted, like a captured lamb struggling helplessly under the steel teeth of a lion.
Overcome with lust, I pounced on her body and began kissing, caressing, rubbing, and rubbing our bodies together... Okay, let's get to the point! After making her raise her legs, I began to stimulate her vagina, rubbing her clitoris with my fingers. Her already wet vagina was now even more throbbing.
So I started repeating my old routine, inserting my fingers, which were soaked in her vaginal fluid, into her anus. I thrust my hands hard in and out of her vagina and anus. The beauty's screams became even more "miserable": "Ah! Ah! Master! Please spare me!"
I kept her in the position of raising her legs, then inserted my penis into her vagina from above, thrusting into her with my body weight, pressing my penis into her body.
"Mmm—mmm—humph—! Huff! Huff! Ugh! Uh!" The beautiful woman cried out continuously.
After forty or fifty thrusts, I suddenly pulled out my penis. "Turn around!" I commanded loudly.
The beautiful woman turned around, kneeling on the bed, her hands still fixed together, but because they were secured to the headboard by a strip of cloth, she could turn around using that as a center.
"Slap!" I slapped her plump buttocks with my palm.
"Ah! It hurts!" the beautiful woman screamed.
"Slap!" "Slap!" I continued to slap.
The beautiful woman twisted her buttocks, crying out in a wanton voice, "Ah! Good master! This little slave girl hurts! Please stop hitting me!"
I naturally knew that she was teasing me with her moans, not that she was really in pain. So I continued to slap without mercy, "Slap!" "Slap!
" "Ah! Ah!" Soon, her big buttocks turned red.
At this time, my big penis was already very hard, and I quickly inserted it from behind. I began piston-like movements... This time I was relatively gentle, leaning down to kiss her back, while accelerating my thrusts into her vagina until I ejaculated.
After untying her, she brought a hot towel to wipe my lower body clean. Then she said, "Master, the food is cold. This little slave will go heat it up and be right back."
I said, "Okay! Be quick! If you're slow, you'll get a beating again!"
The little slave smiled and said, "I know!"
Then my head lolled to the side, and I actually fell asleep.
When I woke up, I found my head resting on her bare thighs. She was wearing sexy silk lingerie, her breasts slightly exposed, which was incredibly alluring.
I held her slender waist gently and said, "You little slave girl, you're disobedient. Who told you to put on clothes? You deserve a beating."
The little slave girl said aggrievedly, "No! I shouldn't be beaten this time! I'm dressed up for my master!"
I hugged her tightly and said, "Okay! Okay! I won't beat you this time, I'll spare you this time."
Then we sat down at the table again and began to enjoy the delicious food she had prepared.
At the table, I suddenly had a whimsical idea and said, "Baby, you feed me wine! Feed me mouth-to-mouth!"
The beauty smiled, "Okay! That's much better than forcing me to drink."
So the beauty took a sip of wine and then fed me mouth-to-mouth. Drinking the delicious red wine, coupled with the fragrance of the beauty's lips, my heart was intoxicated. Every time I fed her wine, I would hold her and kiss her for a while before letting her go.
Then one day, I invented a new game: I would force her to drink cup after cup of water until she had a big belly, and then I wouldn't let her go to the toilet. I would even press on her belly to play, calling it a check-up for a pregnant woman. Only when she couldn't hold it in anymore did I go to the toilet with her.
Under my gaze, she couldn't urinate. So I had her squat on the toilet and repeatedly stroked her back to relax her body, and she finally urinated. Watching the fountain beneath her, I couldn't help but reach out and touch the "source," causing her body to tense up, the fountain stopping for a moment, then continuing to gush out. Touching the "source," the warm, beautiful urine splashed onto my arm, and I felt a strange comfort.
After urinating, she used a sanitary napkin to dry the area around her vagina that had been wet with urine. Then I heard her stomach rumble, and she suddenly pushed me away forcefully. At the same time, I heard a short "Eek—!" It turned out that the beautiful young woman had released a beautiful fart with her lovely anus.
"Haha!" I couldn't help but laugh.
The beauty blushed: "You're so annoying! I told you not to come and watch! You're laughing at me again!"
I said, "I'm not laughing at you, I just think it's funny."
She stood up and pulled me outside: "Let's go! The face smells bad!"
I didn't smell anything bad, but I still went out with her.
After we came out, I said, "Little girl, you could just fart, but you wouldn't when I told you to. Disobedient, you deserve a beating!"
The beautiful young woman said, "Hmph! Hmm! I'm tired. Whew! Master will beat this little slave again tomorrow—woo—!"
I carried the little slave to the bed: "Okay, since you're tired, remember to beat me first. Go warm the bed for Master!"
Actually, the heating was good; even in winter, the room was warm. Having her warm the bed meant I wanted to hold her tenderly.
I snuggled into bed with my little darling, holding her in my arms, stroking her up and down, my lips kissing her face until she was breathless. In her words, my kisses were magical; every time I kissed her for a few minutes, she became excited.
The beauty turned to me with moaning sounds, hugging me tightly and kissing my chest. I knew her climax was approaching. Immediately, I pushed her down, holding her soft, fragrant shoulders, kissing my lover passionately, and caressing her ribs.
Soon, I inserted myself into her vagina in the traditional missionary position and began to thrust rhythmically
.
The beautiful woman cried out, "Ooh!" "Ugh!" which further aroused my lust, making me thrust even harder.
Except for the first time, I never ejaculated in one position. Soon, I changed to a side-lying position, with her in front and me behind, making penetration easy. I grasped her breasts with both hands, finding a fulcrum, and thrust even more forcefully.
"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" the beautiful woman cried out excitedly. Her juices had already soaked part of the sheets and dampened my pubic hair.
Almost there. My penis trembled, excitedly releasing all its bullets, each one hitting the bullseye!
"Ah! Hmm! So hot! Whew! So good! Mmm—!" the beautiful woman said breathlessly.
After bathing with the beautiful woman, I gently held her and fell asleep.
Bathing with a beautiful young woman was my happy time; I often attacked her anus during this time.
I used shower gel as lubricant on my fingers and thrust them into her anus, making her moan and moan as I enjoyed it.
Several times I tried to have anal sex with her, but she refused. She said, "That's not a place for sex! It's so dirty, it'll bring out feces."
Once, we went hiking in the countryside, and she suddenly needed to urinate. I acted as lookout while she urinated behind a large rock. Behind the rock was a small slope, so no one outside could see us, and the urine would flow down the slope.
Having bathed with beautiful women and watched them urinate many times, I knew a pattern: a beautiful young woman's anus is relaxed when she urinates. Her anus is most relaxed at this time, making penetration easiest.
I stood in front of the rock, listening to the gushing sound of her urine, and couldn't help but unzip my pants, releasing my gradually erect penis. When I heard the gushing sound subside, I quietly walked behind her, lay flat on the slope, grabbed her buttocks, and quickly inserted my erect penis into her still-relaxed anus.
The beautiful young woman cried out in pain, trying to stand up, but I subdued her with both hands, preventing her from escaping.
Although I didn't have any lubricant on me, I had applied a lot of saliva to my penis earlier, which would serve as lubrication.
So inserting it into her uncontracted anus wasn't too difficult.
Friends who have penetrated a woman's anus know how stimulating it is!
The beautiful young woman's anus had never been penetrated before, and it was very narrow, putting a lot of pressure on my penis, which excited me after only a few thrusts.
Moreover, we were outdoors, and we were a little worried about being discovered. This worry, combined with the strong stimulation of anal sex, easily brought me to orgasm.
I gritted my teeth, and my penis throbbed in the beauty's rectum, ejaculating rapidly.
After wiping ourselves clean with a sanitary napkin, we rested for more than half an hour before continuing our journey.
During this time, I asked her, "Baby, was it comfortable just now?"
The beautiful young woman said, "Comfortable what! It hurt so much! You were just bullying me—!"
I hugged her tightly to comfort her.
Later I learned that I had indeed hurt her that day. For the next three days, she couldn't defecate. And when I pressed her anus with toilet paper, there were still red spots. I felt sorry for her and held her, comforting her for a long time.
After a few days, her bowel movements finally returned to normal. Only then did I feel relieved.
From then on, the beautiful young woman no longer stopped me from anal sex with her.
Once, I gave her a lot of water, and she went to the toilet with her big belly, and I followed her. This time, I didn't let her urinate on the toilet but made her squat on the ground. Then, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, I suddenly lifted her legs, like an adult helping a child urinate, and gently said, "Pee, baby."
Although she blushed with embarrassment, she didn't object, only making two soft "hmm" sounds, seemingly straining, and then she urinated.
Hearing the rushing water, I was aroused! I inserted my already prepared penis into her relaxed anus from behind.
With a muffled "Hmm—!", her fountain stopped, but soon resumed. I knew this meant my beauty would be completely relaxed and ready to attack. So my penis began to thrust joyfully in and out of her relaxed anus.
I enjoy anal sex with beautiful women, but I can never last as long as vaginal sex, so this time I ejaculated after about 80 or 90 thrusts, a very pleasurable ejaculation.
For some reason, I was fascinated by everything about her. I used to particularly enjoy making her fart. I would often press her stomach, making it thump and gurgle, trying to get her to fart.
The beautiful woman would often blush and try to hold it in, but a few times, I pressed her so hard she couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a loud "Eek! Eek!" Her
face would turn bright red with embarrassment. I would laugh triumphantly.
Then she would playfully punch me with her small fists. I would quickly hug her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
For several years during university, I maintained a close relationship with my beautiful young lover, like a young married couple.
During that time, I tried dating a few other women, but they were all overly materialistic and had high standards—the kind who wouldn't give up until they married a rich man—so none of them suited me. The beautiful young woman was actually the only woman I dated during my university years.
Later, the idea I came up with for her to deal with her husband was that if she didn't want a divorce, she should have a child with him. Even philandering men can have a sense of responsibility after having children, though very few exceptions exist. Most men, however, will take responsibility for their own flesh and blood and the woman who bore their child.
Later, she did exactly as I suggested. Under pressure from both sets of parents, the couple finally returned to live together, and she became pregnant (I was very careful about contraception when we were having fun, so she didn't get pregnant). She was still heavily pregnant when I graduated from university. Seeing her big belly, I couldn't help but feel secretly happy for her. Later,
I parted ways with her in tears and went to work in another city, but we still often talked on the phone and emailed each other. She gave birth to a big, healthy son. She thanked me on the phone, telling me that although her husband still had other women, he considered her his only home and often came home to see her and kiss their son. The beautiful young woman was very content.
Due to geographical differences, her busy care for her son, and my own struggles after graduation, we gradually lost contact. Although several women have appeared in my life since I started working, the image of the beautiful young woman still lingers in my mind.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/173418.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=173418&aspx=1

Previous Page : I've had sex with my aunt and my stepmother

Next Page : The wife's moans

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The young woman was pleasantly surprised

comment Open a new window to view comments