Revenge of a respectable wife

Ever since I discovered that my husband went on a business trip last month alone with the most beautiful girl in his office, I've been feeling very down. He lied to me before the trip, saying he was going alone, but someone told me he went with his beautiful secretary. And what was supposed to be a one-day trip suddenly turned into a two-day one. So where did they stay that night, and what did they do? Several times, after passionate sex with my husband, I'd subtly ask him when his guard was down, but he always evaded the question. Then, when I took my husband's suit to the dry cleaners, the owner pulled a photo from his pocket—a picture of him and his beautiful secretary taken on the rooftop of Taipei 101. The date was the day after his business trip, and their casual attire didn't seem like formal wear for a meeting with the boss. The secretary was wearing a revealing deep-V t-shirt that showed half her breasts and low-waisted hot pants that exposed her buttocks. They were holding hands, looking like a couple deeply in love. Seeing the photos, I was so angry that I ran home crying. Tears streamed down my face, and as I cried, images of the adulterous couple's wanton behavior in the hotel flashed through my mind. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I resolved to take revenge and make my husband understand how I felt. So I wiped away my tears, took a shower, and changed into the thong my husband had bought for me and the sheer evening gown he had forbidden me from wearing. The lace thong only had a small piece of fabric covering my private parts; the rest was lace that could be torn with the slightest touch. This evening gown was a gift from my sister, bought for me in Las Vegas. It was almost entirely backless, with a black tulle bodice that covered my bra, with only dense lace covering my nipples, allowing a glimpse of my D-cup breasts. The skirt consisted of several layers of thin tulle, which would expose my thighs if I took a big step. I only wore it to the party my husband was promoted to manager, but that night I became the center of attention, especially with many young men standing up to salute their penises. Later, my husband thought it was too flashy and revealing, so he forbade me from wearing it again. Today happened to be my college reunion. I had originally planned to dress casually, but I decided to wear it anyway, partly as a show of force for my husband. Before leaving, I placed the empty box containing my evening gown, along with photos of the adulterous couple and the reunion invitation, on the living room table. This was also a subtle way of telling my husband that I had discovered everything and that he should be prepared—his wife was going to show off her beautiful body, which she had maintained solely for him. When we arrived at the reunion venue, it was a well-known motel known for hosting all sorts of parties. It had a swimming pool, a large-screen TV, several chaise lounges, and of course, the usual motel beds and massage chairs. As soon as I entered the venue, unsurprisingly, everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to me. I deliberately walked with long strides to show off my legs. Xiao Chen, the senior class representative who organized the event, immediately approached me with a lecherous grin, holding a glass of wine. He exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, it's only been 15 years! You've gone from a little swan to a lady!" I smiled, took the glass, and downed it in one gulp. Xiao Chen clapped his hands in praise of my drinking capacity and led me to a corner where a group of men were gathered. Along the way, I greeted a few former classmates and saw some young women dressed in extremely revealing evening gowns. But when they saw me, they had to lower their heads. At least the way my breasts swayed and the see-through lace mesh bras made them back down. I didn't want to join the men's circle so early. This way, I could make them feel a little itchy. Halfway there, I suddenly saw my college best friend, Xiao Ling, had also arrived. I went over to her and we chatted enthusiastically about our college memories. Later I learned that although the party was supposed to be a university reunion, it was actually a small-scale direct selling recruitment event. So, not only university classmates came, but also some people I had never met before and executives from direct selling companies. After chatting with several people, I drank quite a bit of red wine and heard a lot of compliments and flattery about my figure and outfit. Not only was I a little drunk physically, but I also received a lot of comforting words. I glanced at my watch and it was almost 10 o'clock. I was about to go home when Xiao Chen suddenly pulled a tall, handsome man in front of me. He looked a bit like the Japanese baseball pitcher Yu Darvish, with his handsome mixed-race features and a 180cm tall, beer-bellied physique. He looked to be about my age. Xiao Chen introduced him as Benson, the Asia-Pacific Regional Director of the direct selling company. He said that I was the most beautiful lady at the party, and he had come to thank me. He suggested we chat in the VIP room if possible. I was a little tipsy and unsteady on my feet, so I stumbled. The Director quickly helped me up. I thought it would be good to rest, so I accepted his invitation and thanked him. The Director said he preferred to be called Benson and not Director, so I immediately changed my address and said, "Thank you, Benson." The VIP room was another room. The music playing wasn't loud, energetic electronic music, but rather romantic soft music. Xiao Chen said he went to greet the others and didn't come in. I glanced around, really wanting to immediately collapse onto that romantic bed and rest, but this was their VIP reception room, not a place for me to lie down carelessly. I sat down on the sofa, and my heart skipped a beat—it was such a soft sofa! I sank into it without warning, my legs spread wide apart, unable to maintain a feminine posture. I quickly squeezed my knees together to avoid looking too awkward, but the sheer fabric of my skirt had already revealed quite a bit of my legs. Benson poured more wine, and I waved my hand to indicate I couldn't drink anymore. He said, "This is a light wine, which can neutralize the astringency of red wine. It's also a limited edition from one of Europe's most famous wineries, only five are produced a year." "This bottle of fine wine is perfect for my most beautiful evening tonight, Queeen~" Wow, that's really something! How could I not drink this wine to do justice to my outfit? I immediately thought of getting up to take the glass, but the sofa was too soft and I was a little tipsy, making it difficult to sit up. Benson sat down next to me, handed me the glass, and gently toasted me. After some pleasantries, I lost track of time. Benson's posture got closer and closer to me; I could almost feel his breath. My heart fluttered with affection, as if I were in love. But reason told me that I was already a wife. I wondered if this was what infidelity felt like. While I was still thinking, Benson got up and changed the music, then invited me to dance. I didn't refuse and reached out my hand. He pulled me up, and we started dancing a proper waltz, but perhaps because of my drunkenness, I misstepped and unconsciously leaned towards him. Benson protected me and pulled me closer to him. I was a little resistant at first, wondering if this was too forward, but Benson's strong arms pulled me closer with one hand and wrapped the other around my waist. My breasts were like that, lightly touching his body, rubbing against him, making me feel a tingling sensation from my nipples to my heart. Later, I was completely pressed against him, swaying to the music, as if I were back to my first dance at 18. But this was an act of infidelity. Benson was the second man I had ever done this to, lying on a man's chest like this. Unconsciously, I started to sob. Benson hugged me and said, "It's okay, cry if you want to. Life is short, how many times can you get drunk?" "Why limit yourself or keep your sadness inside!" Hearing this, I finally burst into tears. Then I told a stranger about my husband's affair. After talking for a while, I finally stopped. Benson didn't say anything, but just hugged me even tighter. Soon my emotions calmed down, and he let go of me, leaning down to look into my eyes. I lowered my head shyly, and he actually kissed my cheek, right on my tear stains. I was stunned for a moment, but he kissed me a few times seriously, then put his lips to mine, and pulled me to his chest. Before I could refuse, I felt an electric current on my lips, making my whole body go limp. My hand was on his chest, feeling his big and firm pectoral muscles. His lips sucked and closed, and his mouth gave me a fragrance that I didn't recognize, making me want to inhale it a few more times. I thought it was just a kiss, so I lowered my guard and closed my eyes, deciding to make amends to myself. Who told my dead husband to mess around with the woman at the company? Benson seemed to sense that I was beginning to enjoy everything, and his kisses became wetter and deeper. He not only sucked on my lips with his own, but also began to use his tongue to explore my lips and teeth. I gradually felt a surge of passion, and my mouth opened slightly as Benson's tongue slid in. When it touched the tip of my tongue, I felt an even stronger surge of emotion. I hugged Benson tightly, responding to the intense movements of his tongue in my mouth. Then I sucked on Benson's tongue as well. Benson pulled his tongue back, and I let go, chasing his passionate kiss with my tongue. Our tongues intertwined between our mouths, and Benson let out a series of pleasurable "Ohhhhh!" sounds. I responded with moans of "Mmmm!" Benson's penis was also... As it gradually rose higher, I wanted to push it away, but the passionate lust made me use my lower body to sway my penis, massaging my private parts. Benson had one hand around my waist and the other began to weave through my hair, seemingly controlling my tongue and lips, tightly entwining them. Several times his tongue returned to his mouth, and I nervously slipped my tongue into his mouth, sucking on his fragrant saliva, not wanting to leave at all. I don't know how long we kissed, but then Benson began to kiss my earlobes, neck, and shoulders, his hands moving down my back, circling and caressing my exposed back. His hands seemed to have static electricity; every time his fingers touched my skin, a passionate current flowed from my back to my heart. I involuntarily pressed myself against his broad chest.The rubbing sensation on my D-cup breasts was so satisfying. I let out long moans of "Mmm~ Mmm~~" to release my passion. Benson's kisses traveled from my shoulders and neck back to my lips, and he launched into a second round of wet kisses. I quickly abandoned any attempt to preserve the purity of my lips, opening my mouth to guide his tongue with mine. Our saliva mingled, sometimes I sucked on his tongue tightly, sometimes his tongue explored me, and a deep growl escaped his lips, further intoxicating me with the passion. I hooked my arms around his shoulders from behind, letting my D-cup breasts rub against him, sharing some of the passion. I also raised myself up on my tiptoes, automatically lifting my lower body so that my genitals pressed against his erect penis. Several weak slumps caused his penis to slide in slightly before slipping away again. I hooked my arms again, lifting it up to press against his penis once more. It felt like a powerful surge of fluid rushed from my genitals to my brain, instantly exploding my hormones in my head, making... I let out a long, natural "Mmm~~~" sound, which was transmitted to Benson's lips pressed tightly together. He would suck on my tongue as I let out that long moan. I felt Benson's hands slip under my skirt, kneading my genitals. Because I was wearing a thong, he could rub my genitals back and forth without any resistance, causing my lower body to move from sliding up and down against his penis to rocking from side to side after he touched it. Because my hands were hooked around his shoulders, my whole body was easily lifted up by his two large hands, my toes off the ground. Actually, his penis was also lifting me up, but thankfully the skirt and thong provided some protection. Otherwise, if he let go, my body would have been invaded by this electrifyingly handsome man in front of me. However, because there was no immediate danger of penetration, I did not give up the passion at this moment. Suddenly, I felt a desire to tease him and became more proactive. I suckled at him, implying that he could satisfy me as much as possible. Benson then kneaded my buttocks more vigorously, making my lower body move in a small circle, as if his penis had already penetrated me. I responded with satisfied moans, "Mmm... Ah... Mmm... Mmm... Ah..." Every time Benson heard an "Ah," he thrust his penis higher, seemingly wanting to go further. Although he didn't go further, he did indeed insert a little bit of his penis into my private parts, only separated by my skirt. My D-cup breasts, due to the circular motion of my body, actively rubbed against his chest. Our kiss had turned into mutual artificial respiration, becoming more and more rapid. My mouth was either echoing with "Mmm... Ah..." or his deep "Hoo... Hoo..." I was immersed in lewd moans, forgetting that this was the behavior of a slut. Suddenly, my private parts felt different, as if something was inside me. What I felt wasn't a rough, hard sensation, but rather a thin, fleshy rod moving back and forth between my labia. I was a little startled, and when I came to my senses, I pushed Benson's upper body away, trying to jump off him. But his arms were too strong, and I couldn't break free. I looked down at my lower body; his pants were still on. I realized that what was moving back and forth between my labia must be his fingers, and I felt a little relieved. He subconsciously noticed my resistance and stopped. I actually felt a sense of loss, but reason also awakened my shame. I glanced at my evening gown, which was now disheveled, and my right breast was sticking out. I quickly pulled up the gown to cover my right breast. Since I was being held up by Benson, his gaze on me made me even more confused. It was truly a masterpiece of God; not only was he handsome, but even his eyes could make someone instantly bewildered. I lowered my head, not knowing what to do for a moment. His deep, magnetic voice reached my ears as he said, "It's a miracle! Let us spend this moment together." He kissed me again as he spoke. I wanted to escape to show my chastity as a wife, but I didn't refuse. Benson kissed me while pulling my hands apart, our fingers intertwined. It seemed as if a current of passion was flowing through our palms. I couldn't push Benson away. Benson's kisses returned the kiss, becoming even more wet and sticky. He lifted me slightly and lowered my hips, his penis pressing against the lace of my thong without any obstruction. A little bit of his penis entered my labia. I tried to lift myself up to get away from that little bit of resistance, so I wrapped my legs around Benson's waist. Benson lost his balance, and we both fell onto the bed. Of course, I was on top of him. Benson sat up slightly to let me catch my breath, and then he kissed me again. I was struggling to breathe and pounded on him. He let me pound on him, and then his hand slipped under my skirt and snapped one of the straps of my thong. He seemed a little surprised. I reflexively tried to pull it back up. Using the opening in the fabric of my thong, Benson easily pulled my loose evening gown down to my waist. His tongue immediately began licking my D-cup breasts. I felt like I'd been electrocuted; my upper body arched, thrusting my chest forward. Encouraged, Benson began sucking on my D-cup breasts wildly, while his other hand caressed my other breast. The sensations became so intense that I couldn't help but moan. I held Benson's head with both hands, seemingly guiding him to release the seal on my D-cup breasts for the night. My D-cup breasts were very... Benson's saliva was almost soaking my skin as he slid his lips around, sucking and teasing me. Suddenly, he sucked on my nipple with his lips, making me scream wildly. Benson had somehow pulled down his pants and lifted my skirt with one hand. I could feel a thick, hard penis rubbing between my legs. "No! No! Don't do that! Benson!" But he didn't stop. Instead, he hugged me tightly, sucking and caressing my nipple with his lips. A strange current surged through my veins. "No~ No! Don't do it!" I cried weakly, struggling, not wanting my husband to be cuckolded too much, but everything was getting out of control. Benson had lost his mind, his strength was incredible. He caressed my breast with his other hand and licked my sensitive nipple. Waves of pleasure assaulted me, my body arching and relaxing as if I were experiencing the spasms of an orgasm. Benson's electrifying hands caressed my genitals, my breathing gradually quickening. His thick fingers had already penetrated my vagina, teasing and stroking. His hot lips sucked on my nipples, the pleasure driving me to a frenzy of ecstasy. I adjusted my position with his thrusts, seemingly matching his movements, arching my hips and twisting my waist. His fingers inside me were like an orchestra conductor; each caress made me moan loudly, each withdrawal made me cry out in pain, followed by another long moan. His fingers moved faster and faster. With the sound of water accompanying my moans, I gradually entered a trance, intoxicated by the waves of excitement. Then my lower body arched and my genitals began to contract. Benson's fingers massaged the upper part of my vagina, making me moan, "Ah ... Benson had already removed my evening gown, pulled aside my thong, leaving one end still hanging on my lower body. I lay almost naked on the bed, and he looked at me, saying, "You're so beautiful! I've never seen such a beautiful figure and such delicate skin." Benson then bent down and caressed my entire body with his tongue. I didn't know whether to refuse or accept it, and I didn't know where to put my hands. I could only hold Benson's head, letting every inch of my skin feel the passionate caress. Soon, Benson brought his face close to my genitals. I panicked a little; I didn't want to continue with Benson. Thinking this, I closed my legs again. But he forcefully pulled my legs apart. I couldn't resist his strong and powerful hands. Did I really want to let this man penetrate me? Finally, I stopped resisting and let him caress and lick the soft area under my pubic hair. Since he hadn't penetrated me yet, I figured he would stop eventually, so I let him lick and lick me incessantly, even inserting his tongue into my vaginal opening to forcefully suck up the vaginal fluid. The pleasure made me convulse and tremble; I was so excited I was going crazy. I couldn't help but grab his head with both hands, shaking my hips violently to increase the pleasure, constantly letting out lewd moans of excitement: "Ah ... After Benson thrust in for a while, he slowly withdrew. My body was arched, involuntarily not wanting his penis to leave. He quickly pushed it back in, each time pulling out and immediately thrusting back in.As his penis penetrated deeper into my body, my vagina contracted tightly, wanting to swallow every inch of Benson's penis. Pleasure quickly spread throughout my body. When Benson withdrew his penis, the glans scraped against the vaginal walls, driving me wildly to chase after his withdrawn member. My vagina felt like it was being repeatedly thrust in and out by Benson's penis, the more I pounded, the more frantic it became. His penis stirred, pumped, and churned countless times, exciting me to the point where I only wanted to be fucked to death, harder, faster, and send me to climax. I responded to my thoughts with moans, "Ahhhhhh!" "Ah ... Saying "it felt good" seems too lewd, and as a wife, I should have already taught my husband a lesson. But I've also experienced what it feels like to have an affair; no wonder men are so hard to resist. This handsome man in front of me was indeed momentarily mesmerizing. Benson asked again, "Was it good?" interrupting my brief thoughts. I blurted out, "It felt like heaven, indescribable..." Benson gently kissed me and said, "But I haven't reached my climax yet." Only then did I realize the feeling of his penis still inside me. I pushed Benson away, and he suddenly... He quickly pulled out of my vagina, making a small "pop" sound. A tingling sensation spread through my vagina, and then fluid spurted out. Benson exclaimed, "Wow! You squirted! So much juice!" Embarrassed, I covered my genitals and said, "No, I've never squirted before. You plugged me up and then pulled out so I squirted. I've never..." As I spoke, I sat up, head bowed in embarrassment. A woman who's had sex with her husband hundreds of times has never produced so much fluid. How could I squirt today? The passion just now was truly unprecedented. Would this be unfair to my husband? But then I thought about how many times he's been away on business, and how many women he's probably been with. Thinking about this made me feel much better. Let's do it! I've had enough fun tonight! Benson, his penis erect, sat behind me again, hugging me and saying, "It's okay. Your husband is very enthusiastic with other women too. Marriages just get routine after a while; you lose interest after a while." As he spoke, he began to caress my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples. Benson added, "Honestly, a body as sensitive and smooth as yours is truly stunning. Which man in this entire venue wouldn't be tempted?" Benson then placed one hand... He inserted it into my body again. I tried to pull it away, but he kissed me so hard I almost suffocated. After being kissed for a while, I finally managed to push Benson's head away and regain my senses. I said, "No, that's enough. My husband has already been taught a lesson." Benson said, "But my sperm is still trying to come out. You have to be kind and help me out." I looked down and saw that his penis was indeed quite impressive. I thought that since he had helped me get revenge, it wasn't unreasonable for me to help him get relief. I sighed and had no choice but to endure the hardship a little longer. I felt everything was out of control, but I had to end it quickly, otherwise my husband would find out and things would be even more unmanageable. So I decided to solve everything with my mouth. I turned around, lowered my head, and used one hand to hold Benson's penis, licking it with my tongue. Benson leaned back, enjoying it. After a few licks, I started swallowing his penis. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Benson admiring my lewdness. Benson's penis was indeed thicker and longer than my husband's. I had to open my mouth wide to swallow it, and then it almost reached my throat, but I couldn't swallow the whole thing. With his penis in my mouth, I used my tongue to feel the thick shaft and glans. As I played with it, a new tingling sensation spread from my mouth. At that moment, Benson responded to my efforts with a low growl. I used one hand to stroke his penis with my mouth, and the other hand to caress my breasts, which were beginning to feel rubbed. Seeing this, Benson turned his body around, then let me straddle his body, his head just below my vulva. I took Benson's penis back into my mouth. Benson first used both hands to caress my breasts, and as he rubbed them, the lewd feelings in my mind began to surge again. Suddenly, Benson began to lick my vagina. He sucked on my labia with his mouth, as if kissing my lips, and then licked from my clitoris to the vaginal opening with his tongue. Involuntarily, I contracted my vagina; the feeling was like I was about to urinate. I had to hold back, and I passionately pulled out his penis, only able to masturbate it with my hand, involuntarily moaning, "Hiss... Oh... Hiss... You... Bad tricks... So many... Ah..." Benson inserted his tongue into my vagina and stirred it around, "Ah... Inserting... Inserting it again... Too... Bad... Don't... Insert... Ah... Ah..." I never expected that a small tongue could bring such pleasure, "Ah... Ah... Ah... Bad... Ah... Don't... Use... Anus... Ah... Ah..." Benson even inserted his finger into my anus. I felt it was inappropriate and wanted to refuse, but after his finger entered my anus, it seemed as if a new current flowed from my anus straight through my vagina and then coursing through my entire body. That feeling could only be expressed through moaning. But I didn't forget to quickly stroke Benson's penis up and down with my hand. I thought to myself, I'm such a slutty woman. Benson kept sucking and drilling, and his fingers kept thrusting in and out of my anus. This combination of pleasure made me moan, "Ah ... I straightened my upper body and lowered my hips. It felt so good. The muscles inside my vagina contracted and expanded, constantly secreting vaginal fluid. Benson suddenly said, "What a slutty woman, so much vaginal fluid." I looked down in embarrassment. The vaginal fluid was indeed flowing out of his hand, wetting the sheets. I wanted to say that it was all his fault, but Benson suddenly helped me sit up. He also sat up, making me turn my back to him. Then he cupped my buttocks in his hands, aimed them at his erect penis, and pulled it down. My vagina swallowed it all without any resistance. "Ah~ so~ long~ oh~" I moaned unconsciously. It really was so long. My already open and full vagina had no obstruction, but... He only paused briefly at the cervix before penetrating it completely. The tingling, numbing, and stimulating sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. Benson's move was so captivating; all I could manage was a soft "Ohhh!" in response. Benson slowly lifted my hips again. The penetration of his penis into my cervix created a tingling, numbing sensation that I didn't want to leave, causing my vagina to contract naturally. Benson let out a roar; I think he was enjoying the tightness. I had been the one moaning earlier, and now he felt it too. Benson tightened his grip, and I raised my hips higher. Another "pop" sound—oh, that was the sound of his penis leaving my cervix. My vagina tightened, and I raised my hips higher. Benson also let out an "Ohhh!" I watched... As his penis was slowly withdrawn, wow, it felt so good! Benson pulled me down again, and my buttocks sank completely. This time, Benson also lifted his lower body, and both of our buttocks pushed harder and faster. I was shocked, "Ah~ it's in again~~ ah~~ ah~~!" The tingling and numb feeling in my uterus returned, "Ah~~" was my moan, "Oh~~" was Benson's moan. Benson lifted my buttocks again, and a "pop" sound came again, and I was shocked again. I raised my buttocks about 10 centimeters, and he pulled me down with his hand, "Ah~~" "Oh~~" We both moaned at the same time, and he inserted his penis into my cervix again, "Oh~~", lifted me up again, "pop", pulled me down again, and so on. After several times... "Ah~" "Oh~", the "pop" sounds became faster and faster, and I no longer needed Benson's hand to guide me. My hips could automatically sink and rise, and Benson thrust his penis upwards. This pleasure made me feel like I was flying. Benson paused for a moment, signaling me to turn around. We faced each other, and he kissed me with his lips, his penis inserted into my cervix. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he started lifting and lowering my hips again, my D-cup breasts swaying up and down against his face. It felt so good, every part of my body was tingling. I could only respond, "Ah~ thrust~~~~ Ah~~~ Ah~~~ I~ thrust~~ it's broken~~~", Benson growled, "That's more like it~ Oh~~ I"Hurry up and fuck me, you slut!" I heard her call me a slut, but I didn't resist. I just felt it was lewd, so I replied, "Mmm... hurry up... fuck me... it's so hard... I'm dying... ah... ah..." "Where do you want me to fuck you? Tell me, or I won't fuck you," Benson said. "Fuck me... there, hurry up... ah... ah..." I responded. "Say 'cunt'... I want to fuck your cunt," Benson said. I just wanted pleasure, so I replied, "Oh... cunt..." "~Yes~~ Insert quickly~~ Oh~~ Oh~~ Want~ Oh~ Cunt~ Quick~~ Insert~~ Cunt~~ Cunt~~" Every time I said "cunt," Benson would thrust higher, making his penis quickly penetrate the cervix, and it felt like it was about to pierce through the body, so I unconsciously responded with moans, "Ah~ Ah~ Cunt~ Cunt~~~ Quick~~ Insert~ Cunt~ Cunt~~ Quick~ Insert~ Cunt~ Ah, die~ Ah~ Cunt~ Ah~", each moan felt more and more intensely pleasurable, "Slut~ You're so cheap~ What am I going to use to penetrate you?" Benson said again, "No~ I~ Ah~~ almost there~" I said, Benson deliberately slowed down, making me feel like I was about to reach heaven, but then he lost some of that feeling. Benson said, "You slut, saying big cock~ means big cock will take you to heaven." I responded without any rationality, "Ah~ cunt~ big cock~ fuck~ ah~ cunt~ big cock, hurry~ fuck~ big cock~ ah," Benson became even more enthusiastic, grabbing my D-cup with one hand and holding my buttocks with the other, moving up and down. I was becoming increasingly unconscious, moaning incessantly, my cries mingling with the sounds of his huge cock and my cunt. I started Benson's all-out thrusting, and Benson roared even more frantically, "Slut~ I want~ fuck~ ah~ so good~ fuck~ fat ass~ fuck~ fat ass~!" Benson's movements were so fast that all I could do was moan, "Ah~ fast~ ah~ fuck~ fast~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~ ah~~~" My voice rose until I was completely silent, clinging tightly to Benson, and I came again! Benson suddenly lifted me away from his huge penis—my vagina gushed out more fluid, this time quite a lot, like peeing. Benson didn't dodge, the fluid sprayed everywhere. I held onto Benson, panting, powerless and shameless. He suddenly spread my buttocks apart with both hands and sank down again. I screamed, "Ahhh!" He was actually inserting into my anus! It hurt so much, but it didn't offer much resistance. This wasn't the first time my anus had been penetrated; it wasn't the second time. Benson had already inserted his fingers once. Benson ignored my screams of pain. He only paused briefly, then lifted my buttocks again, just like before, and sank down again. I could only cry out, "It hurts! It hurts!" Benson... Like an irrational acceleration, the speed of lifting and sinking, my anus actually began to respond by contracting and relaxing. Waves of electricity surged from my anus to my brain. "Ah~ This is damn good~ How can my anus feel so good?" I was weakly lifted up and lowered, only saying this in Benson's ear. Benson responded: "Oh~ Oh~ Slut~ Fat ass~ Ah~, Slut~ Fat ass~ Ah~~" I was too weak to respond. Benson increased the speed of lifting and thrusting, waves of pleasure came from my anus, and my juices were slapped against our buttocks and thighs. I enjoyed a pleasure I had never experienced before. Benson was so happy that he let out a low growl. I was completely hanging on Benson, letting him lift and lower me as he pleased. After nearly a hundred thrusts, Benson seemed exhausted and lay down. I lay on top of him, and he switched to thrusting from his lower body. His hands supported my D-cup breasts, and I half-lay on his chest, which stimulated my breasts even more. He kept rubbing them, making me even more intoxicated. My hips were thrust up and down, a sensation that was both pleasurable and sore. His thrusts became faster and faster, and I felt the pleasure return, from my anus to my breasts, the pleasure coursing through my body. Benson's roars grew louder and faster, and I could no longer moan, only able to cry out, "Faster~ It's splitting~ Faster~ Thrust~" Benson seemed to be thrusting with all his might. I couldn't take it anymore and cried out again, "Ah~ Thrust~ Ah~ Thrust~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~" "My juices gushed out again," Benson said, his thrusts quickening. For the first time, I felt this: my anus being penetrated until my vagina gushed with juices, and then he kept thrusting during my orgasm. The contractions of my vagina, the expansion and contraction of my anus—Benson seemed close to climax. He thrust one last time, ejaculating all his semen into my large intestine. I'd never felt semen inside my large intestine before. I'd used enemas for constipation before, but they always felt oily. This time, the semen was hot and went deep inside. Involuntarily, my entire buttocks contracted, gripping Benson's large penis tightly. Benson lay there weakly, his hands playing with the juices on the bed, seemingly enjoying my slutty juices. I lay weakly on top of him. After a while, Benson said, "Sorry for calling you a slut." What could I say? Wasn't I slutty after being fucked like this? I could only smile and not answer him. Benson said, "Your plump ass is so nice, you're a natural beauty. Your cervix is sucking so hard, like a mouth. Can I let it suck again?" I was a little shocked and came back to my senses. What was going on? Had I really become someone's slut? I wanted to push him away, but Benson said again, "Look, your plump ass is still holding my penis, so lewd. Don't say no." I then realized that his big penis was still being held between my legs, so I tried to climb on top of him. Benson actually hugged me and said, "Be careful, if you pull out my penis, semen and poop will spray out together." I asked nervously what to do. Benson said, "I'll keep it inside you and then carry you to the toilet, then pull it out and wash it clean." I could only agree to Benson's suggestion and let him carry me to the toilet. But as soon as I picked him up, Benson's penis started to shrink, and I could really feel it churning inside my anus, like I was about to cum. I told Benson to hurry up, and he finally carried me into the bathroom. As soon as he pulled his penis out, I grabbed Benson's hand, trying to cry out, and then, semen and feces all gushed out. I leaned weakly against Benson again, and he hugged me, saying, "It's okay, it's always like this the first time. We've both been to heaven. Remember that wonderful feeling, everything was beautiful. Whether it was vaginal fluid, semen, or feces, we've had our fun! Go take a shower, I'll take you home." After saying that, I was so ashamed that I didn't look up. I went to shower with Benson, and as the water splashed on me, I suddenly remembered everything that had happened. How could this have happened? I just wanted to get a little revenge, and it turned out like this. I wanted to cry... I didn't even know if the water or tears were streaming down my face!

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