A passionate entanglement with my cousin during my time as a forum moderator.

Looking back on my experience as a forum moderator, it can be summed up in one word: awesome! I'm sure everyone here,
whether active or retired, can relate. So
, I won't go into the details of checking for spam, deduplication, rating, and sign-in—you all know the drill. An overly serious atmosphere is no less
harmful than PM2.5. Therefore, in the spirit of putting people first and building a harmonious forum, I'd rather describe the real
awesomeness as the thrill of romance,
the thrill of my passionate entanglement with my cousin during my time in office.
Sigh~ I don't know if you guys are interested in knowing, but I've already pulled out my dick, so feel free
to do whatever you want~
Actually, when my cousin first called to say she wanted to come and stay with me for a while, I flatly refused. A
major reason was that I already had the moderator badge. After a long and tedious transition from guardian to
inspector, I, already holding an important position, really didn't want to give up on my path to becoming a superhuman
.
But with my cousin's arrival, I, who was used to living alone, had to
go underground with all my work in the organization. Besides, my cousin is no pushover; she's lively, playful, and active, and
her endless curiosity is irresistible.
So, faced with the allure of my cousin's soft, gentle voice coming from thousands of miles away over the phone, my
attitude was absolutely firm.
"Cousin~ Do you miss me~"
"No~"
"Hmm~ You're so annoying~"
When my cousin gets angry, she widens her bright eyes, and the word "Hmm" is drawn out
long and sharp by her willful vocal cords. The thin layer of wisps on her cheeks also burns hot. Her lively little head can shake like a rattle drum,
and she throws all her bangs to her forehead, covering her eyebrows. Her row of pearly teeth sometimes bites her cherry lips, and sometimes bites into
the muscles of my arm. She keeps tossing and turning until she has no strength left. Only then does she finally pull her teeth back into her mouth,
pouting her rosy lips together, and then gently raise her chin, looking like she's not going to let me off the hook if I don't coax her properly
.
When she was little, it was easy to get rid of her. Just feed her a few pieces of candy, make her look like she'd admitted her mistake and surrendered
, and it would be a piece of cake. But when she got older and her brain was fully developed
(I'm referring to her brain, don't get the wrong idea!), it was much harder to get her pouting. She wouldn't give up until
she really tasted something sweet.
"I want a lollipop~"
"I want a lollipop~"
Yes, that's exactly it. My cousin, after being wronged, looked at
me with pitiful tears in her eyes and asked for comfort in a righteous tone. Two years later, even through the phone, it's still
vivid in my mind . I knew before that if I replied with a righteous and old-fashioned
"Cousin~ listen to me~"
, it definitely wouldn't sway her. She would just keep pouting and
act even more unreasonable. But what I never expected was that her tone this time was completely different. Not only was it not
intense, but it was soothing that it made me feel suffocated.
"I want to eat your lollipop!"
She enunciated each word very softly, but it was the clearest I'd heard her say since our argument.
The warm breath between her lips, mixed with the rich strawberry scent of her lipstick, dissipated in my
mind like a mist, dreamlike and intoxicating, lingering...
The dial tone of the abruptly ended phone call still echoed in my ears. In the distance, my cousin's image gradually became clearer. From
a naive, blonde girl who only knew how to act cute, she had transformed into a
young woman who skillfully used variations in tone to arouse a man's desire. Unconsciously, my mind was imprinted with the image of my cousin's increasingly voluptuous and sexy figure.
Her curvaceous body held an extraordinary allure for men, causing me to unconsciously reach my right hand into
my pants, futilely adjusting my erect penis to a more comfortable angle.
Once desire flares up, it sheds its disguise and nakedly makes one lose all reason.
Yes, when I pulled my right hand out of my pants and looked at it with disbelief, seeing
the clear love fluid smeared from the opening of my penis on my palm, at that moment, I was certain that my cousin had grown up. Of course, the more
unspeakable truth was that I missed her and wanted to have sex with her.
When my cousin was 16, she gave me oral sex in her bedroom where she slept every night. It was from that day
on the lollipop she often sucked on took on a richer meaning.
I will always remember every detail of that day, not only because of the strong scent of virginity that filled my cousin's bedroom,
but also because of my aunt's strawberry-flavored red lipstick.
I was completely captivated by the red lipstick on my cousin's lips. So much so that the moment I walked in the door that noon,
I couldn't wait to press my lips to hers, mimicking my uncle's actions,
gliding my tongue over the moist surface. After a satisfied bout of sucking and licking, I said with a sly grin,
"Haha~ It's strawberry flavored~"
"Ugh~"
My aunt twisted her neck, avoiding my uncle's kiss, the feigned rejection on her lips a scene I
had once spied on in my cousin's bathroom.
The impact of my uncle and aunt's kissing and conversation was endless and relentless, and perhaps it's because of this that I've always been so deeply infatuated with that legendary strawberry
flavor.
My cousin's kissing was still quite awkward. She even explained to me that the lipstick was from her period, which I
knew, of course. I knew the thought she'd put so much effort into dressing me up when no one was home.
Deep inside the DVD player cabinet in the living room, I'd carefully burned a Woodpecker DVD for her, every note a desire she desperately wanted to
express .
But my mind wasn't on her. All the restless hormones of my youth had gone
to the free, green plaza of the online forum. Back then, I was still a lewd freeloader.
Countless days and nights I masturbated to those beautiful mature women's bodies, my hands stained with
the unfulfilled , and these longings were fueled by burning DVDs. So when my cousin imitated
the actresses in the DVDs and gave me oral sex, her glistening red lips and my penis tightly
intertwined , as if never to be separated, my gaze seemed to suddenly freeze there:
That layer of strawberry-flavored lipstick,
full and sexy,
instantly conjured up countless images of my aunts' passionate moments, flashing through my mind like lightning.
I remembered her kneeling before my uncle in the bathroom, her tongue lolling out in seduction; I remembered her smooth,
bare back, the wet, contracting motion of her saliva-moistened penis; I remembered her twisting waist
and her snow-white buttocks moving up and down. And all of this seemed to be compensated for in my cousin's mouth.
The warm cavity inside tightly enveloped me, the gentleness transforming past pain into a healing itch.
I remembered the disdainful curves drawn by my aunt's delicate lips, the
yearning look in her eyes as she met mine through the crack in the door when my uncle was aroused, and the righteous tone in her voice when she secretly spoke ill of me to my cousin
.
As I pondered, an inexplicable surge of blood would well up within me, rushing straight to my aunt's fragrant mouth.
My thick cock, inside, would churn, stretch, extend, thrust, wildly and madly pierce that
mask of pretense, shatter that untouchable aloofness, until finally, I conquered that mouth, that
mouth that had rejected me, smeared with strawberry-flavored lipstick. Yes, I wanted to thrust my cock from her mouth into her
heart, so that every time she spoke of the might of my cock, she would be overcome with desire, yearning for it day and night, unable to sleep.
It was an exciting moment. When my full glans was already covered with the fluid from her throat, lubricating her
to the point where everything flowed smoothly, I still held onto her dark hair with both hands, continuing to thrust my
hips and shove my way in, suffocating her with all the air, forcing it into her chest, making her heaving, white breasts
sway helplessly, trembling with a strange pleasure. At that moment, I felt my calves
twisting together in bliss. My red penis was still churning inside her, the glistening shaft
rubbing against her delicate lips, creating a rapid flow of air, emitting a mournful, weeping sound. The broken sounds were like
scattered musical notes, the whistling and moaning like a horn urging me onward, stirring up my countless offspring within me,
making them rush forward desperately, breaking through all obstacles and constraints, to seek boundless pleasure and sexual bliss.
I breathed heavily, my mind, clouded by pleasure,
focused on
only one word: fuck me.
At that moment, I completely disregarded the woman beneath me. Any words she might utter were
forcefully silenced by my penis, sliding back into her stomach. I didn't want to hear a single
word ; I wanted her obedience, her unconditional submission!
I stared intently into her eyes, trying to convey my thoughts through my gaze. But when
I truly met those innocent, naive eyes, her delicate, pink cheeks, and the tear-
streaked, aggrieved look on them, instantly brought me back to my senses. Everything before me
clearly told me that the woman beneath me, gripping my penis, wasn't my aunt, but
my cousin. But my already burning penis couldn't be salvaged. Even when I surprisingly released my cousin's mouth, her mournful
expression and pleading, helpless voice instantly reignited the deeply suppressed
desire .
"Ugh~ You're hurting me~"
That was my aunt, usually so aloof, confident, and elegant, now acting coquettishly and alluringly beneath my uncle. I
'd relive that scene countless times in my dreams, and
when , I knew it was all irreversible.
I resolutely shoved my penis back into her mouth, the swift movement sweeping across her soft body like a whirlwind.
Her outstretched arms, supporting the curves of her bent upper body, created a uniquely alluring charm. I
stared at her red lips tightly enveloping my penis, and ejaculated
. At that moment, I didn't see the expected seductive and passionate look from my aunt as she swallowed my semen; instead , I
saw my cousin's innocent and adorable face.
I especially remember her surprised eyes, staring straight up at me, their
blinking light following each spurt of semen from my penis. Like
two stars in the long, dark night sky, they flickered and shone, conveying emotions I couldn't decipher. Her piercing gaze,
mingled with moist, tender waves, revealed a mixture of pleading and anticipation, a whispered confession and a sorrowful lament. I seemed to hear
the voice deep within her heart:
"Cousin~
What's wrong~
What is this~
Come out a little more~
I want more~"
My glans was still enveloped in my cousin's warm, moist saliva, her soft red lips gripping my penis with undiminished force
. At that time, my cousin didn't yet know how to use her tongue to tease and soothe a man's exhaustion after ejaculation.
I lowered my head, like a deflated balloon, taking a deep breath, letting my entire being
immerse itself in my cousin's gentle gaze. In that instant, everything seemed to stand still, the quiet atmosphere filled with poetic
charm. The afternoon sun was the most beautiful time of day, its warm rays penetrating to the heart, shining straight to the depths…
But
beauty
is ultimately fleeting.
After the passionate embrace, separation is an incredibly difficult word for any man to utter.
It pushes all the sweet romance back into the abyss of unfulfilled reality. At that moment,
the only thing I could truly do was try to make the farewell sound less harsh:
"Cousin~ Auntie should be back soon~"
"Hmm~ I don't care~ I don't care~ Don't go~"
My cousin clung to my leg, her long hair obscuring her willful eyebrows. In that last glance, I didn't have the courage
to look her in the eye. I only remember the milky white milk flowing from her rosy lips, strawberry-flavored…
Spring and summer come and go, days and nights pass, nothing can stop the march of time. Longing, like fermented
wine , only grows richer and more fragrant.
Two years is not a short time, but it's enough to change many of the marks we've left on each other. My cousin, returning from the airport
, had changed. She was now a slender beauty with long legs and a slim waist. I stared at her brown Chanel sunglasses
for a long time , finally snapping me back to reality with her lively voice.
"Cousin~ What's wrong~"
This question was like a portal through time, instantly gripping my vitals, and my wicked...
My penis, instantly, throbbed with youthful veins, blood surging through my body. My face flushed crimson,
and I eagerly took my cousin's suitcase before turning away, hunching over, and trudging home
—it had become an indescribable temptation.
So unlocking the door, opening it, suddenly became an exceptionally blissful chore. When I felt my cousin's astonished
gaze sweeping across the spotless room, I confidently assumed
she would sincerely praise me, saying something about being clean and having good taste. But those expectations
never materialized. Even after the two-day-long blunder of a pre-holiday intensive cleaning, I should still
deserve this , right
? But my cousin's sharp eyes always catch my lazy nature. She easily found a few wads of dried tissue paper in a
corner , with a few conspicuous yellow-green stains on them, glaringly teasing my
sensitive nerves. Instantly, all my attention was drawn to that small, delicate hand holding the tissues.
That exquisitely sculpted pink fist was swinging back and forth in a victorious arc, and the sapphire blue bracelet shimmered with an unusual brilliance.
Her eyes were smiling, and her words were tender, her seductive aura no different from her voice on the phone earlier.
"What's this~"
A simple question made my penis swell, and my whole body hardened. In that
instant when all my muscles tensed, I keenly noticed that my cousin's surprised eyes were back.
"Cousin~ You don't have to do this~"
"I can help you, okay~"
Her delicate, alluring lips made my heart itch unbearably, and the longing that had been bottled up in my penis for so long urgently needed
to be expressed. I cupped my cousin's smooth face in my hands, and a quick breath sprayed directly onto her slender neck
.
"Help me."
"How will you help me?"
"Tell me quickly how you will help me~"
I started from her snow-white neck, greedily licking along that cool skin, all the way to her lips, the pure fragrance
inside was like wine, intoxicating and making one's blood flow smoothly. She hugged my neck, her struggling fingertips
drawing a red welt on my back, the rich, oily sheen of her lips exuding a kind of intense desire, the whimpering sounds
were swallowed tightly by me, the dark pleading resonating in my abdomen, not very
clear .
"Mmm~ Cousin~ Cousin~ You~ Slow down~"
Her small hands deftly removed my belt, my pants neatly bunched up to my ankles. I released my mouth,
saliva sticking to my lips, reluctantly pulling us to either side, both desperately catching our breath. I gasped for air on one side,
she panted on the other, her chest still heaving. Riding the rising pleasure, I continued to ask her:
"What can I do for you?"
My cousin didn't rush to answer. Her alluring eyes burned from my chest down to my crotch. She
held my penis tightly, her innocent eyes burning like fire through my underwear, occasionally
flicking upwards with a fiery red flame, a red flame escaping from her mouth. Between her lips and teeth, her beautifully writhing
bright red tongue was the temptation my aunt had once lured me with.
"I can clean your room~"
My cousin gave me a playful look, her tongue twisting and turning with terrifying agility.
"How about it~ Do you need me~"
She greedily pulled down my underwear, and an erect penis pressed against her red lips.
The sound of her licking between my legs was inaudible. The allure of my cousin beneath me gave me a sense of being in another world.
Her tongue moved delicately around the glans, her red lips tightly enveloping her teeth, slowly stroking
my entire shaft. She actively sucked my glans deep inside, the sensation of her throat tightening and swallowing pleasurably. As she
sucked, my abdominal muscles involuntarily twitched, my heart pounded wildly, and my legs felt as
weak . As she licked me, I gripped her hair tightly, my body hair flaring up uncontrollably, and I couldn't help but
moan. Yes, she heard every groan of mine clearly, because I could see it all. Her
triumphant gaze, rising and falling beneath me, was like a seductive hook, driving me to ecstasy,
making me tremble like a madman. I was captivated by the rhythmic movements of her two soft, white breasts, their fragrance as pure as snow, and I was intoxicated by the
wanton swaying hips.
All of this made me feel as if I had fallen into a dream, a dream that had long since faded, but
which had been infused with new, vibrant colors because of my cousin's transformation.
That day, I didn't have sex with my cousin. More accurately, I couldn't bear to, because I simply couldn't
bring myself to deprive her of her precious first time. When I finally steeled myself and thrust my penis into my cousin's tender,
fleshy hole, amidst the rich scent of her virginity, I went in and out, swallowing and spitting,
until she was overflowing with lustful fluids, lost in a blissful trance. That was the first Sunday my cousin came to stay at my house. It was also
the day my cousin discovered that I was the moderator of our forum...

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