A Woman's Emotional Account

I'm a '92-born auntie. From a young age, I was always the class monitor and the prettiest girl in my class. To be honest, I look a bit like Zhang Ting, but my looks aren't much worse. My only flaw is that my breasts aren't big enough. I had a boyfriend in middle school; we hugged and kissed, but never touched anything under my clothes. He was a very clean and refreshing guy. In high school, I had a mutual crush on a guy, and we went on a few dates. The last time, he forcibly kissed me, but back then, I was so innocent and disgusted by his hand going inside me, and I hated his ugly, hard penis, so that short-lived relationship ended. He contacted me on QQ many times, but I didn't reply, and we drifted apart.
In 2014, I graduated and went back to my hometown for my first high school reunion. I didn't see him. I heard he went to a medical school in the south and is now in graduate school, so he couldn't attend the reunion. He sent a video call to apologize and greet everyone. When he saw me, he only said it had been a long time and we should keep in touch.
By this time, I was already dating a boyfriend, who would become my husband.
He was my senior, two years my senior, who came to pick up new students when I was a freshman. He pursued me for a while before giving up, and later I found out he'd gotten together with someone else. To be honest, I was quite sad when he gave up, because he was handsome, gentle, and supposedly from a well-off family with local government officials.
Before graduation, he pursued me again, and after less than a month of restraint, I gave myself to him. Deep
down, I'm not a conservative person. When I was in school, I often browsed websites, watched porn, read novels, and of course, I also fell into the trap of [a certain online community], but on the surface, I was very reserved. Actually, this is a reflection of most women. On our first official date, we kissed and he touched my breasts. The next day, we were already doing things I'd seen a thousand and eight hundred times but never done. On the rooftop of the school's classroom building, he used his fingers to make me ejaculate profusely. By the way, I was still [ejaculating], and he actually inserted one finger quite deeply inside me. Finally, I knelt in front of him and took that ugly thing tightly into my mouth. At that time, I just wanted to make the man in front of me happy, and although I tried for a long time, he didn't ejaculate. Finally, he masturbated himself, and at the last moment, he thrust into my mouth, an indescribable salty, fishy taste filling my mouth. With a firm "I swallow," I suppressed the urge to vomit and swallowed it all. His still hard and erect member came to my lips again. I understood his meaning, carefully cleaning away the residue in my urethra, and finally giving it a final, diligent touch to the jelly-like texture. After putting on his pants, he hugged me and said, "Wife, I feel so good. I want to make you feel good too."
Now I took off my pants, and he knelt in front of me. But no matter how hard he tried, even as I arched my back, I could only let his tongue glide over my pubic hair. Suddenly, he made me turn around so my back was to him, my hands against the wall. In an instant, a moist, agile tongue, firmly and powerfully moving back and forth between my upturned vulva. No, no, but it feels so good. Ah, thank goodness I washed up clean tonight, or I'd be so embarrassed. It ended with his face covered in my fluids. He pulled out his hard penis and held it around my waist. I realized what he wanted to do, and instantly stood up and pulled up my pants. Let's get the marriage certificate first, otherwise I'll get upset.
How to describe my boyfriend? Well, in short, I know he had at least two ex-girlfriends before, and he himself said he had four in total. My best friend and I estimate it's no less than ten.
But he's very good to me. After we got together, I didn't find any signs of him cheating. I checked his phone once, and he found out, but he didn't change the password, so I never checked it again. Next was meeting his parents. His mother was incredibly nice; after we got married, it proved she was the kind of person everyone praised for her family affairs. His father wasn't very involved in family matters but was very reasonable, very methodical, and spoke in policies, laws, and classical Chinese. After his parents visited my home and both sets of parents were satisfied, I gave myself to him. Simply put, it was five or six thrusts, it hurt like hell, it felt like being torn apart. Then I pushed him away, and there was a lot of bleeding. We officially got married two months later.
I'll tell you more about that later if you're interested.
Now, let's talk about another guy.
We got married in 2016. The wedding wasn't large because it involved many things. For the past few years, we haven't used protection. We haven't had children, and while my husband isn't in a rush, I am; I'm afraid I won't be able to conceive. We've seen doctors, but they haven't found anything wrong, except his ejaculation is slow, but it's within a reasonable range. My husband usually has sex with me about once a day, sometimes once every two days, and I get pregnant about three out of ten times. However, he's been giving in less frequently. In 2019, I finally got pregnant. My husband said it was thanks to our sex on New Year's Eve. That time, we were on the rooftop of our villa, watching the fireworks in the distance, and we were incredibly happy together. He deliberately held back for three weeks, filling my delicate uterus and nurturing a little life. After
I got pregnant, my mother-in-law and father-in-law treated me even better, providing me with constant nourishment. My mother-in-law privately told me to stop having sex. Then, during the Lunar New Year, the pandemic hit, and I suddenly developed hemorrhoids. It was incredibly painful.
I only dared to tell my husband and my mother, but it was no use; I just had to endure it. Then, he, who had suddenly disappeared for a long time, added me again. He had returned from studying in the south and was now a doctor in the city next to mine, which was also my hometown. Regardless of whether it was my specialty or not, I could only turn to him for help. Later, he found me a relatively safe medicine and told me to come to the hospital to see him. I drove more than 40 kilometers to his hospital, where he was alone with me in a pharmacy room. He then said that he should apply the medicine, noticing my embarrassment. He said it was okay, the doctor had seen this many times. Thinking about it, he was right. I helped myself onto the medication bed and moved back a bit. He looked relaxed and gently applied the medicine to me; it did feel cool and comfortable. Then he gave me a bottle of unlabeled ointment and told me to apply it whenever it flared up, without charging me.
Last week, my agonizing hemorrhoids flared up again. I checked on Baidu and found that many people have hemorrhoids during pregnancy, and in severe cases, it can lead to termination of pregnancy. That really scared me. For this baby, we had been pregnant for more than seven months. My husband often touches my breasts and occasionally gives me oral sex. After several years of trying to conceive, I dared not take any risks.
I turned to him again, and he said he would find a place to check.
By this time, my belly was quite large, and going anywhere else wasn't appropriate, so I invited him to my parents' house. I waited for him to get off work, then drove to pick him up, had dinner, and then went to my house. We went to my sister's room; she only comes home every few days due to work. He said this time he would use his fingers to feel inside, and told me to lie down a bit. This was different from last time when he only applied the ointment to the fingertips. Once I lay down, I realized my belly was too big to bend forward. He suggested I lie flat, take off my pants, and open my legs. I said, "But you can already see everything, can't you?" He said, "It's okay, I've been touching things for over ten years, what's the harm in seeing? Besides, I've seen plenty." So, I stopped being hesitant. I took off my pants and lay down, my legs spread open on the edge of the bed. He stared at me intently at first, which made me feel a little awkward, causing me to tremble slightly. His fingers gently pressed on my anus, pressing lightly—it felt so good. After pressing many times, I couldn't help but tremble. He said he couldn't get it in, and suggested I use some of my lubricant. That's when I realized I was already wet. He repeated the motion several times, stroking down to my anus with his fingertips, guiding it downwards. Suddenly, his fingers penetrated deeply. I let out a soft moan, and he told me to lubricate his fingers before slipping them inside me. At that moment, I knew he was teasing me, because he wasn't carefully exploring inside, but rather rotating and moving in and out. Pathetic, I suppressed this low-level pleasure and didn't stop him. It wasn't until his tongue licked my clitoris that I scolded him, "What are you doing?" He said, "My biggest wish in this life is just this once. I'll help you solve your problem, just do it with me once." I said, "No, I'm about to give birth, how can I do this?" That statement itself was wrong; I have no reason to let you do it unless it's because of my pregnancy. He said, "Don't worry, I'll protect the baby in your belly." Without giving me a chance to comment, he buried his head and began licking. The long-lost feeling of his tongue roaming inside me, a hand reaching through my loose maternity clothes, grasping my nipples, the friction of his tongue—it all felt so good. Lost in this pleasure, I even cooperated by sitting up and lying back down. A burning hot penis made my moans escape with each breath. That burning hot penis, aided by copious lubrication, was firm, rhythmic, penetrating deeply each time. In just a few minutes, I reached my climax, gripping his hand that was holding my breasts tightly. The stinging pain in my breasts mingled with the trembling of my vagina, and yellowish-white milk dripped out. Finally, not long after, he thrust into me hard, wanting to stuff his balls inside me, and gushed out.

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