My lovely girlfriend's self-narration

In our second semester together, which was the second semester of our freshman year, my boyfriend suddenly suggested we go to Jixian County in Tianjin because we had fewer classes. At the height of our relationship, I readily agreed. My boyfriend was always very good to me, but he had a bad habit: he liked to expose me. Every time we went out, I had to dress very revealingly, sometimes even without underwear. Although I wasn't initially interested, he kept pestering me, so I gradually got used to dressing scantily. As the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get wet." Dressing too revealingly naturally attracted a bunch of perverts, and even with my boyfriend around, I was still undressed and sexually assaulted by some bad guys a few times. At first, I was heartbroken, thinking I was no longer perfect. But after two or three times, I also experienced the pleasure of cheating on my boyfriend. Sometimes, I would even deliberately expose myself or lean against other men, letting them spy on me and tease me. Of course, I mostly did this out of spite towards my boyfriend. For example, in this story, even though we were going hiking, my boyfriend coaxed me into wearing a white tank top and a black pleated mini-skirt. These two items are his absolute favorites; every time I wear them, he drools, looking like he wants to devour me. Actually, other men feel the same way, because this outfit exposes my enviable curves and long, fair legs. Moreover, when sitting or running, the short hem of the skirt is more likely to reveal what's underneath, which of course suits my boyfriend's mischievous thoughts even more. But he doesn't know that occasionally exposing my lovely body in unfamiliar places also excites me, so of course I'll go along with it. After we arrived that afternoon, we temporarily signed up for a local small tour group, which organized the tour. When we gathered the next day, we found there were only about 10 people. Besides my boyfriend and me, there were three couples. There was also a single female office worker and an older man. The older man quickly caught my boyfriend's and my attention because he was really ugly. He was short (the same height as me, but I'm a girl), and his head was bald with only a few hairs left, which he insisted on keeping. Sparse, bushy eyebrows, thick eyelids, small eyes, a flat, bulbous nose, upturned, pig-like lips, and a greasy, fat face with a few red pimples. He was truly ugly. And his small eyes kept glancing at my thighs and chest. My boyfriend immediately expressed his extreme dislike for this guy. He even ignored me when my boyfriend came over to say hello. It was only out of kindness of mine that I chatted with him a bit when I realized he was being ignored. My boyfriend initially seemed to get along very well with that female office worker. I didn't expect that during our hike, my boyfriend would become increasingly familiar with her. She introduced herself as a single office worker on annual leave, traveling around for fun. As for her age, although she didn't say, she was probably around 26 or 27. What angered me even more was that my boyfriend seemed to completely forget about me, his sexy and beautiful girlfriend, while chatting with her. Whenever we encountered a steeper staircase, I could feel several men behind me staring at my skirt. Meanwhile, my boyfriend had time to remind the female office worker to be careful. As for the ugly middle-aged man at the back, he kept taking pictures with his camera and camcorder, I wonder if his telephoto lens captured anything under my skirt. He completely ruined my good mood. After visiting several attractions, we arrived at the hotel halfway up the mountain in the evening. After finally sitting down for a while, my boyfriend quickly started chatting with the woman. The two chatted more and more animatedly, and eventually, to see the woman's photos, they even sat down next to her. How dare they talk so intimately with another woman right in front of me! I angrily glanced around and found that ugly old man was alone, looking at photos with his camera. Hmph, since you're sitting next to another woman, don't blame me for sitting next to another man. And I'm going to sit next to the man you hate the most, just to annoy him! So, I pretended to be very interested in the ugly old man's photography, walked over, and deliberately sat close to him, pressing my arm against his. The ugly man was flattered and quickly started introducing his work to me. After a few words, I noticed his eyes starting to dart towards my chest. What poor self-control! I pretended not to notice and continued asking questions, moving closer and closer. The ugly uncle's body reacted quickly; a small tent had already formed in his thin summer pants. Seeing his slightly flushed face, I chuckled inwardly. Looking at my boyfriend, he was still chatting happily with that woman. Really? So happy? Okay, then I'll make the man next to me happy too. I quietly unbuttoned the third button of my collar and pressed myself even closer, this time with my legs pressed against his. The ugly man's coarse leg hair tickled my delicate thighs. This guy seemed to have never been approached so closely by a beautiful woman like me before; he seemed a little nervous. He even stammered a bit. His gaze first fixed on my chest, then darted to my thighs, and finally he couldn't decide whether to look at my chest or my thighs. Teasing a man like this is so interesting. Since my boyfriend wants to pick up girls now, well, I'll give this guy a little something extra. "Uncle, can you teach me how to take a picture?" I'm sure that sweet, coquettish voice and pleading eyes will instantly win him over. He readily agreed, so I picked up my camera and randomly picked something to shoot. He hesitated for a moment before finding an excuse to hold my hand. Heh, a leader needs to be bolder. I'm practically offering myself up. He paused, observing my reaction, and only after confirming I wasn't averse to it did he confidently tighten his grip. Honey, honey, the little hand you hold every day is now being touched by a very ugly middle-aged man. Wake up, or I'll punish you even more severely! But, unfortunately, my boyfriend is completely oblivious to what's happening. Maybe he saw it, maybe he didn't, but he didn't come over to stop me. So I can only let this ugly guy take advantage of me. I didn't give him any further benefits, but this guy started to take advantage of me. Under the pretense of instructing me on movements, he started to casually touch my arms and shoulders. And I didn't object at all. Finally, he boldly put his hand on my shoulder. Haha, his hand is shaking. Isn't he excited? I pretended to be seriously examining a camera, letting him continue to touch me to his heart's content. But my jerk boyfriend turned his head to look, paused for a moment, and still wouldn't come over to stop me. Fine, then I'll have to use my trump card. "Uncle, let's go take pictures over there," I pointed to a window in the lobby. "Okay."We stood up and walked towards the window. My boyfriend finally couldn't help but ask, "Xiaoman, where are you going?" "To take pictures," I said irritably. "Heh, it's over there," the ugly uncle pointed. My boyfriend looked and frowned. Seeing his hesitation, I simply ignored him and pulled the ugly uncle away. The other members of the group looked at us with considerable surprise. They must be wondering how this ugly guy had managed to get so close to me. They probably never imagined it was all thanks to my boyfriend. When we reached the window, we were still in their line of sight. The ugly uncle, however, became a little reserved, not daring to touch me, just standing to the side gesturing. I glanced at my boyfriend out of the corner of my eye a few times and noticed he was quickly back to chatting animatedly with that girl from the girl group, completely oblivious to his girlfriend in her short skirt, exposing a large portion of her chest, acting coquettishly towards the middle-aged man he disliked. It seemed I needed to disappear for a while to make him remember me. "Uncle, let's take pictures over there," I pointed to another spot. It was a protruding balcony; from there, my boyfriend wouldn't be able to see me. "Okay, sure," the ugly uncle readily agreed, realizing the advantage of the location. Once we stood there, the ugly uncle became bolder again. After a couple of pointers, he finally did as I expected, standing behind me, then holding my hands and beginning to teach me step by step. He leaned closer, his chest gradually pressing against my back. His erect penis slowly pressed against my buttocks. Yes, this is the kind of thing those bus perverts like to do. Today, I'll use this to properly punish my boyfriend for ignoring me, to let him know that ignoring me comes at a price. My buttocks didn't back down; instead, I bravely met his, letting his genitals firmly press against me. Isn't it soft and warm? My initiative seemed to stimulate his penis, making it swell even more. It felt quite large. That ugly old man must be thinking he's having a lucky day, running into a young, beautiful, yet secretly sexy girl like me. Gradually, he started testing me again. His lower body wasn't content with just pressing against me; he started moving it back and forth little by little. His hands would also occasionally slip onto my waist and steal a quick grope. Before I knew it, I'd ruined several photos. "If you don't take good pictures, Uncle will punish you." "Oh, ugly as you are, but you've got a lot of ideas. You're lucky." "Ugh, who's afraid of who? I'll definitely take better pictures than you." But then again, compared to the perverts on those night buses, his lewdness was nothing. I remember in my senior year of high school, in the early winter, a big pervert in a coat half-covered me with it. He slipped his hands inside my bra and began to roughly knead me. He pulled out his penis, inserted it between my legs, and started thrusting like he was having sex. Afraid of being penetrated, I desperately squeezed my legs together, which only made him happier. Finally, his penis pressed against my labia as he ejaculated onto my panties and skirt. Thinking back to when I was a virgin, I was so innocent; I even secretly wiped away tears when I got home. Now, I willingly let this ugly bastard violate me. Sigh. But it's all thanks to my boyfriend; he took my virginity, and he made me go hiking dressed so provocatively. Yet now he's chatting so intimately with another woman. Thinking about this makes me really angry. Ugly uncle, punish my boyfriend properly! When people get close, it seems like there's a telepathic connection; just as I thought this, the ugly uncle made his move. While adjusting the wide-angle lens, his left hand moved upwards, quickly cupping my breast. Keep in mind, I was wearing a half-cup bra today, very thin. The heat from his hand seeped through my clothes. I trembled slightly, taking another bad photo. "Oops, another bad shot. We agreed that if it wasn't good," he said, lightly patting my buttocks. This seemed too much. He wasn't family, an elder, or my boyfriend; patting my buttocks was incredibly inappropriate. I knew this was a test; if I clearly objected, he might stop there. But if I obediently accepted it, he would definitely blatantly touch my body. What should I do? I hesitated, and he waited for my answer. For a moment, the atmosphere between us became a little awkward. To make matters worse, at that moment, my boyfriend and that girl from the group laughed from the lobby. Hearing their laughter, I immediately pictured them whispering to each other. "Hmph, I don't care then. Ugly old man, you're lucky." "Mmm…bad uncle…don't be so rough…you're hurting me…be gentle…" I replied in a coquettish voice. As soon as I finished speaking, I felt incredibly lewd. "Ah? Sorry, then uncle will rub it for you." He was overjoyed and immediately placed his hand on my buttocks, shamelessly groping them. Now, in his mind, I must be a very lewd girl. I doubt any girl would let such an ugly old man grope her butt so casually. And it wasn't the petty theft on the bus; we both knew how ambiguous our actions were. Just thinking about the word "ambiguous," and the ugly old man's face, made me feel nauseous… He groped freely, without any restraint, quickly slipping his hand under my skirt. His warm palm pressed against my delicate skin, kneading, pinching, rubbing, from my thighs to inside my skirt. I felt like an inflatable doll, letting him take whatever he wanted. His left hand wasn't idle either, first gently cupping and kneading. Gradually, it became his hand grasping my breasts, rhythmically kneading them. One minute, two minutes, and my body was warmed up by his touch. My face started to burn, my breathing became heavier, and even my nipples were hard from being touched. Finally, when he tried to slip his hand inside my collar, I couldn't take it anymore. "Um... Uncle... Okay... My butt doesn't hurt anymore... No need to rub it anymore~" I deliberately showed a little dissatisfaction, telling him that was enough. Although he was reluctant, he wisely stopped. But he still pressed his body tightly against me, as if afraid I would run away. I felt that this punishment was enough for both my boyfriend and me. "Xiaoman, let me take some pictures of you," he suggested, seeing my displeasure. "Okay~" I agreed hesitantly. Actually, I wanted to go back, but I was afraid my flushed face and slightly heavy breathing would alert the other members of the group. Taking a few photos would help ease the tension. He picked up the camera, took a few steps back, and started shooting. I just casually struck a few poses, but he kept praising me, complimenting my beauty and figure, saying I was better than a professional model. That's how women are; even knowing the other person is flattering you and wants to sleep with you, they still like to hear sweet words. After a few more compliments, my earlier displeasure quickly vanished. Seeing my smile return, he started instructing me on how to pose. After taking two more photos, he complained that the space was too small, the background wasn't good, and the photos didn't look good. "Let's go take pictures there, I guarantee I'll give you the most beautiful results." He pointed to an ancient tree outside, the setting sun casting its light on it, creating a truly beautiful scene. "Okay." Looking at the photos in the camera, they definitely lacked a good background and atmosphere, so I readily agreed. Anyway, we weren't physically touching, so taking a few pictures wouldn't hurt. Only that jerk of a boyfriend, ugh, I've been gone for so long, and he still hasn't shown up. I'll see when he finally comes looking for me. I pulled the ugly old man out through a small door to the side. I have to admit, even the ugliest man needs good technique. He really did take good pictures; some were even better than those taken in a professional studio. So when he suggested lifting my skirt a little, I agreed without hesitation. Next, he made more demands on my poses, and the shooting distance became closer and closer. In the photos, my body was increasingly exposed, and my poses became more and more alluring. After 20 minutes, I suggested we take a break. We sat under the shade of a tree, reviewing our work one by one. Seeing him covered in sweat, diligently leaning against me, I decided to give him a reward. "Uncle, my back is a little sore, can you massage it for me?" He happily agreed, cleverly placing his hands on my lower back.Then he went up again, and again. In no time, he had successfully grasped my breasts. In the sunset, an ugly middle-aged man was embracing a scantily clad young girl, his hands slowly kneading her breasts. I wonder what it would feel like if someone took a picture of us? A few minutes later, I was blushing and my nipples were erect from his touching. I quickly made him stop, straightened my clothes a little, and went home. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was still chatting away with that woman. Heh, I didn't care. Let him chat if he wants. Anyway, the amount the man had taken from me was enough for him to masturbate several times tonight. I never imagined my boyfriend and that girl would develop such a relationship so quickly. That night, he secretly went on a rendezvous with my boyfriend. I'd been groped twice by that ugly older man that afternoon, and I figured I'd gotten my revenge, especially since his technique was pretty good. So, I really wanted to make love to my boyfriend that night. I changed into a sexy nightgown, ready to seduce him into bed. But this jerk got a phone call, talked for a few minutes, and then told me he was going for a walk. I questioned him about what he was doing, and he lied, saying he was just going for a stroll, checking out the night view, and would be back soon. He even said he was too tired from hiking during the day and told me to go to sleep early. Without waiting for my reply, he hurriedly left. Seeing his rushed manner, I became increasingly suspicious. I opened the door and saw him walking downstairs side-by-side with that girl from the group I'd seen during the day. My anger flared instantly, and I chased after him. But after taking only a couple of steps, I realized my breasts, unrestrained by my bra, were practically bursting out of my nightgown. This blue camisole nightgown was designed as a sexy lingerie set; the upper part barely covered above my nipples. There was a V-shaped cutout in the middle, specifically for exposing cleavage. The lower part was even worse; it covered the front but not the back. Bending over even slightly would expose most of my buttocks, and standing straight would reveal my panties. Wearing a nightgown like this on a beautiful woman like me, I wondered how many perverts I'd attract. Just as I was stamping my feet in anger and frustration, I realized I was standing right in front of that ugly old man's house. The thought of using him to get revenge on my boyfriend surged up again. He'd already touched me quite a bit this afternoon. Now, dressed like this, I wonder if he'll be unable to resist pushing me onto the bed? But I can't linger in the hallway; it would be even worse if another man saw me. After thinking for a moment, I knocked on his door anyway. When the uncle opened the door and saw me like this, he was immediately dumbfounded. I could clearly feel his adrenaline surge. "Uncle, I've come to learn how to take night photos from you." I clasped my hands in front of me, looking obedient and cute. He remained stunned for a few more seconds before hurriedly saying, "Come in, come in." He was already swallowing saliva as he spoke. The layout of the hotel room was always the same: a small balcony, a bed, a bathroom, and a table. His computer was on the table, displaying the photos he had taken for me that afternoon. As I passed the trash can, I smelled semen. Looking inside, I saw several sheets of toilet paper. Needless to say, I knew why he'd been looking at my photos. Entering the room, I felt a little nervous. The clothes were incredibly revealing. My areolas were faintly visible under the light. The ugly middle-aged man stood beside me, wearing only floral shorts and flip-flops, his eyes fixed on my chest. "Uncle, is it convenient to take night photos now?" I asked somewhat shyly. "Oh, sure, sure," he quickly went to get the equipment—tripper, camera, and DV. "Let's shoot on the balcony; it's too small inside," I suggested. Actually, I wanted to see where my boyfriend was going. "Okay." He quickly set up the tripod and adjusted the camera. The lens was a bit low, so I naturally bent over, immediately exposing most of my pert buttocks. At that moment, the man suddenly turned off the light. Before I could think, he impatiently pressed himself against me from behind, a large expanse of my smooth back pressed against his skin. On my buttocks, I could clearly feel a hot, hard penis pressed against my cleft. This feeling… Damn it, he wasn't wearing underwear! On such a beautiful night, I, so beautiful and shy, was being treated like this in my half-naked nightgown… An ugly bastard grabbed me from behind and sexually assaulted me with his penis; it was so embarrassing. Before I could react, I saw my boyfriend and that female group member walking out of the building, chatting and laughing. Ugh, it's all your fault, you bastard. Fine, since you want to pick up girls, don't blame me for being harassed by this pervert. So, I swallowed the words I was about to say and instead pushed my butt back further, letting his penis penetrate even deeper. This action only convinced him that I was trying to seduce him. Then, he started explaining how to take night photos... Knowing his place, his hands expertly explored my body. He quickly grasped my breasts; without the bra, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. His two mischievous hands, middle and index fingers pinching and squeezing my nipples, were utterly unreserved. Meanwhile, I watched my boyfriend and the woman walk towards the edge of the woods, chatting and laughing. His penis was slowly pushing in. His shaft was already firmly embedded in my buttocks through my pants. If I let him continue like this, he might just pull down my underwear… Then he tried to force his way into my vagina. No way! I wasn't planning on letting him in yet, how could I let him have his way so quickly? I quickly made an excuse to show him my work and temporarily broke free from his embrace. I secretly glanced at his genitals—what a jerk! He really wasn't wearing underwear; his penis was pushing his shorts up so high it looked like it was about to burst. There was even a small wet patch on the glans. This guy clearly wanted to keep touching me, saying the photos weren't good enough and I should try harder. I pretended to be unhappy and said standing was tiring. "I want to sit down for the photos." He hesitated for a moment, thinking he'd offended me, and quickly agreed. Then he moved a chair over, I sat on it, and he stood behind me, starting to peek down at my almost unobstructed chest. Before, this would have been enough for him, but now, with our skin so close, he still seemed unsatisfied. I chuckled inwardly. At this point, he had to thank his boyfriend, because I saw him suddenly hug the office lady, as if shielding her from a mountain breeze. It infuriated me! This was my... He claimed it was his exclusive right, but he actually did something so inappropriate to an older woman he'd just met. And his hand was right there on her waist, not moving away. The woman didn't object! Well, then don't blame me for being rude. I made an excuse that the chair wasn't high enough (actually, the tripod could be adjusted) and asked for a cushion. This ugly guy, though ugly, wasn't stupid; he quickly offered to put my foot on his lap. I reluctantly agreed, but while sitting down, I deliberately pressed my buttocks against his large penis to see how comfortable he looked. Hehe, who told my husband to flirt with other women? Well, I'll let other men enjoy my body too. That ugly bastard immediately started pushing his luck again. He pretended to adjust my position, hugging me from both sides, his left hand groping my thigh. I secretly glanced at my boyfriend and saw him and that stinky woman sit down behind a big tree. They were sitting very close together, looking like lovers. Hmph, but I'll get even closer to other men now, just to annoy you. The ugly old man saw me... I didn't object to his little actions, and his hands immediately began to roam over my thighs, touching the inside and outside. He also stole kisses on my neck and shoulders from time to time. While pretending to film, I watched the two of them chatting away, seemingly pointing to the stars in the sky, and my desire grew stronger and stronger. Below my buttocks, the ugly old man's penis grew harder and harder, and his touching became more and more intense. Finally, he suddenly called out to me. When I turned around, he kissed me fiercely, and then his left hand went straight between my legs, touching my vulva. "Uncle, what are you doing? Ugh... let me go... no... don't put it in... oh... no..." "Little slut... stop pretending... let me do it..." The ugly uncle was so rough, two fingers forcefully thrusting into my tender little hole, and another hand was also rubbing my breasts hard. My body was already that kind of sensitive body, and I had been silently cooperating with him from the beginning, so now I was in trouble. My nipples were hard, and my little hole was wet. Now, with him doing this, I didn't even have much strength left to struggle. "Ah... no..." "Come on, little baby, I know you came here to let me do it, don't wait." "No... I didn't mean that..." "No? Hehe, then why did you dress so provocatively and come to my room? Look how wet you are." "As he spoke, he held his finger up to my face; it was indeed covered in glistening, sticky precum." "No…that’s…I…I’m going to punish my boyfriend…" "What? Punish your boyfriend?"He didn't know I was pointing out the window at my boyfriend and that slut, chatting intimately. "That's my boyfriend. He went outside with that girlfriend, and I just wanted to see what he was doing." "What…" He looked over at my boyfriend and, sure enough, saw him and that woman whispering sweet nothings to each other. I took the opportunity to break free and stand up. We stared into each other's eyes, and the atmosphere became incredibly awkward. "You…" He seemed to finally understand, and his face quickly turned bright red. "I'm sorry, Uncle, I just wanted to punish my boyfriend, I really didn't mean to…" "I thought…" The ugly old man lowered his head in shame. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I had escaped a disaster. Unexpectedly, when he looked down, he saw my half-naked body, and a feeling of humiliation surged through me. "So you've been playing me all along!" he roared, his face instantly turning ferocious. "Fuck your mother!" Enraged, he scooped me up, took a few steps, and threw me onto the bed. Then he ripped off his shorts, revealing a monstrous penis. I quickly rolled over to run away, but he grabbed my feet and pulled me back. He spread my legs apart, then pulled my buttocks towards him, and a burning hot glans pressed right against my labia. "Uncle, I'm sorry, I... ah..." Before I could finish speaking, he thrust his hips forward, and the glans parted my labia, scraped against the folds of my vagina, and pressed against my clitoris. My delicate little hole couldn't withstand such a hard, hot, and rough penis entering me; my whole body went limp instantly. "I'll fuck you to death, you slut! How dare you play me like that! If I don't fuck you to death, you won't know how powerful I am!" He said harshly as he forcefully thrust his penis into my body. I cried out, "Ah...oh...Uncle, no...oh...I was wrong...no...oh...it's so big...too big..." "No? Didn't you want to punish your boyfriend? I'll help you now, give him a big green hat so he can be shielded from the sun." "No...ah..." He thrust so hard, such a big penis, quickly plunging into my little hole; it felt like my little hole was about to burst. "Husband, save me... Oh... I'm being... Ahh!" "Your husband is having fun with this girl." He grabbed one of my breasts with one hand and rubbed it hard, almost crushing my nipples. Perhaps the earlier flirtation had made my body too thirsty, because after he thrust into me more than twenty times, my vagina finally adapted to the hard and hot cock, and waves of pleasure surged from my clitoris, leaving me powerless to resist. "Oh... Uncle, you're so bad... Ah... so hard... I... Ah... can't take it... Oh... you hit it again..." "Is it good? Is it good? I'll fuck you to pieces!" The ugly uncle grabbed my buttocks and started thrusting rapidly, and this time I really had no power to fight back. Intense pleasure surged from my vagina throughout my body, leaving me arching my back, gripping the sheets, and moaning incessantly. If my boyfriend knew I was being brutally fucked by the man he hates, what would he think? Would he get aroused and start masturbating? After a few dozen more thrusts, the ugly uncle stopped, removed my useless underwear and pajamas, and turned me over, naked. I slightly opened my eyes and immediately saw his bulging, veiny penis, covered in my fluids. And its owner, with his thick body hair, was spreading my long, white legs and pressing down on me. It was so ugly. A few sparse hairs on his bald head, small, droopy eyes, a flat, bulbous nose, thick lips, and a few red pimples on his greasy face—this ugly face approached me, and before I could turn my head, he kissed my red lips, his large tongue prying open my teeth and slithering in like a venomous snake. At the same time, his thick, hard penis parted my thin labia and filled my vagina. I never imagined that such a beautiful girl, even the most beautiful girl in the school, would have her sexy mouth and vagina occupied by such a disgusting man at the same time. This feeling was both shameful and exciting, making my body seem many times more sensitive than usual. The thighs rubbing against each other with each thrust, the slightly protruding belly, the rough, large hands stroking my back, the thick penis constantly scraping against the folds of my vagina, and the tongue swirling in my mouth—everywhere he touched seemed to send waves of pleasure through me. These waves of pleasure completely overwhelmed me. Honey, do you know, I'm being fucked hard by that ugly, horny uncle you hate right now. His saliva is so sweet, his cock is so thick. You'll definitely love the cuckold's horns we've put on you. This bad uncle, he's fucking me so good, so comfortably. My vagina is sucking on his cock, my legs are wrapped around his thick waist, my arms are tightly wrapped around his short, thick neck, and our tongues are entwined in each other's mouths. My body now completely belonged to him. His penis was like a drill, relentlessly excavating the passage to the depths of my heart. I knew that this passage would soon be opened, releasing not only the most pleasurable joy within me, but also stealing my soul, my pride, my shame, and my fidelity. I would willingly submit to him, serving him day and night with my own body. Three minutes later, he succeeded. My body convulsed completely; my vagina, legs, and arms all gripped tightly, refusing to let go. Then, I let out what sounded like the most pleasurable moan I had ever heard during sex. The ugly man didn't stop because of my orgasm. His thick penis continued to thrust in and out forcefully, sending wave after wave of orgasms through me until I passed out from pleasure. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt my breasts being rubbed by a rough hand, while his thick penis continued its tireless work inside me. His movements became gentle, like warm water washing over my body. My body was awakened. My senses slowly returned to normal, the flood of pleasure was gone, and now it felt like soaking in a hot spring, very relaxing and enjoyable. I never thought this rough man could be so gentle; appearances can be deceiving. When I looked at him again, he was no longer ugly. Even his lewd smile now had a summer sunset feel to it. "How's it going? You little slut, are you having a blast now?" "You're so naughty..." I didn't say much, reaching out to touch my other breast. Suddenly, a flash, then the sound of a camera. Only then did I open my eyes wide and see clearly that he was holding the camera in one hand. "Don't take pictures... ah!" I tried to stop him, but he thrust forcefully a few times, making it impossible for me to reach the camera. Amidst the constant camera noise, somehow, I seemed to become even more excited. When he showed me the photo of his penis deeply inserted into my vagina, a string in my nerves seemed to snap. Let him take pictures, capture my most lewd self, the voice in my head kept urging me. He set the camera to automatic, put it aside, and then pressed himself against me again. This time, I had no restraint. My waist began to twist on its own, and I no longer controlled my moans, calling out "husband," "brother," and all sorts of random things. We started to roll around on the bed. The camera captured a version of myself I had never seen before. That version of myself was so lewd and wanton. Whether he was on top of me or I was on top of him, my expression was one of pure enjoyment and pleasure. After more than ten minutes, this ugly old man finally reached orgasm with me. His semen scalded me so much that I fainted again. When I woke up, I found the ugly old man standing by the window, filming something with a DV camera. He saw that I was awake and waved to me. "Hehe, little darling, want to know what your boyfriend is doing?" He gave me a lewd grin. Yes, what was my boyfriend doing right now? I nervously put on my pajamas and went over. Sure enough, the scene I both hoped for and dreaded was presented before me. In the bushes, my boyfriend, naked from the waist down, was vigorously fucking that female office worker. Just moments ago I was regretting my excessive revenge on my boyfriend for letting this ugly bastard have his way with me, but now that guilt vanished. 'Those who defile another's wife and daughter will be defiled themselves,' my boyfriend would never have imagined his revenge would come so quickly. "This is the second time they've done this," the ugly old man said, pinching my buttocks with a lewd grin. "Hmph," I glared at the DV camera resentfully, then squatted down and grabbed the ugly old man's dark, fleshy penis. "Uncle, you can't lose to him, okay?"Thirty minutes later, I went to bed with the ugly older man my boyfriend hated most again. To get revenge on my boyfriend, I kept myself completely naked for the next few days. My relationship with my boyfriend became strained; he would frequently flirt with that female member of the tour group, while I was constantly being groped by that older man. Sometimes, the older man and I would deliberately slack off from the group, staying at certain attractions. We might just kiss, or I might stick my butt out so he could have a good penetration. Of course, sometimes my boyfriend and that female member would also deliberately slack off, and the older man would quickly come to my side, "taking good care" of me in my boyfriend's place. After returning home, I considered breaking up with my boyfriend, but he went back to his old ways and treated me very well. In the end, I gave up the idea of breaking up. As for that older man, we kept in touch secretly. He later became a professional photographer. He told me that he managed to sleep with one or two young girls every month who came to have their nude photographs taken. What I never expected was that one of them was my future aunt, but that's another story.

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