Couples who pursue perverted sex

I was born into an intellectual family, and my parents were very strict about my studies from a young age. I was also quite diligent and intelligent, so my grades
were always good. I consistently ranked at the top of my class in elementary school, easily gained admission to a top middle school, and then, without much effort, entered a prestigious university. After graduating, I joined a
well-known foreign company and am currently the assistant general manager, earning nearly ten thousand yuan a month.
My wife was my college classmate, in a different department. We started dating in our second year and got married three years ago. After graduating, she
worked in the provincial government as a section chief, earning about three thousand yuan a month. Our family is a typical "two-system" family structure, which is said to be a family-career structure that many young people
aspire .
My wife and I had our first sexual encounter before marriage, around the summer of our third year of college. I was twenty, and she was nineteen. It was summer vacation, and while other students
had gone home, we stayed at school because we had agreed to conduct a social survey. At that time, she was the only one left in her dormitory, and whenever I had time, I would go to her
dormitory and stay for several hours. We chatted, talked, hugged, caressed, and kissed, and time often seemed to fly by.
One afternoon, neither of us really initiated anything, but while we were kissing on her bed, we unknowingly took off all our clothes. My erection
rubbed between her thighs. She seemed a little scared and squeezed her legs tightly together. Seeing this, I stopped rubbing against her and just rubbed her breasts.
After a while she couldn't take it anymore, spread her legs, and clamped my penis between them, moaning softly.
I didn't hold back and immediately pressed myself against her and thrust into her. Because it was my first time, I ejaculated after only a few thrusts. She didn't seem to be
in much pain, moaning softly, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, refusing to let go even after I had finished.
Afterwards, I secretly looked at the sheets and found no bloodstains other than my semen, realizing she wasn't a virgin. But looking at her adorable,
shy expression, I felt at ease. As long as she loved me, what did it matter if she was a virgin? Besides, the absence of bleeding during first intercourse didn't necessarily prove she
wasn't.
From then on, we were completely hooked. Taking advantage of the fewer people on campus during holidays, we'd have sex whenever we had a spare moment, either in her dorm or mine.
I remember we had sex three times in one day.
Those were truly carefree and tireless ages. All I could think about were her breasts and vulva, and all she cared about was my penis. As a result, after
a crazy holiday, when the students returned to school, I had to accompany her to the hospital for an abortion.
After that, we were much more careful. I bought a lot of condoms, and we both carried several with us, ready to use whenever we wanted. After school started,
the dorms were full, and it wasn't so convenient for us to have sex anymore. But this didn't deter us, this pleasure-seeking couple. Under the flowers and moon, in a corner of the playground, in a classroom
corner—anywhere we were alone could become our meeting place, only we couldn't do it naked like during summer vacation.
She was an exceptionally intelligent girl. From that summer onward, she wore skirts year-round: thin skirts in summer, leather skirts in spring and autumn, and long woolen skirts in winter.
When she wanted to make love with me, she only needed to pull down her underwear, and I would take my penis out of my pants. The skirts became our perfect cover; even if someone
walked past us, as long as we didn't move, they would assume we were just a couple embracing.
In this way, we spent nearly two sweet years together—the pleasure, the joy, the excitement of that time still
lingers in my memory . I once asked my wife, and she felt the same way.
Later, after we graduated from university and started working, I took her to meet my parents. My parents were very happy to meet her, praising her intelligence, quietness, and beauty,
and secretly admonishing me not to force her to do things that could only be done after marriage. After I told her, we both laughed so hard we almost passed out. She playfully
punched me with her little fists, saying, "Your parents really think too highly of us! They never imagined I was already part of your family." Not long after, we officially got married and
moved into a three-bedroom apartment the company had rented for me.
When decorating, we focused on the bedroom: a thick wool carpet on the floor, a large mirror on the wall above the bed, and she even got a lot of large color photos of naked men and women from her
American classmate to hang on the wall. In short, everything in the bedroom was designed to arouse our sexual desire and
facilitate various positions for lovemaking.
On our wedding night, we stripped naked, pressed tightly together, rolling from the bed to the floor, from the bedroom to the living room, from the bathroom to
the kitchen. I ejaculated again and again, while she screamed at the top of her lungs, as if releasing all the pent-up sexual desire of the past few years in one night.
We made love all night long, then slept all day the next day, not getting up until evening. My wife playfully scolded, "You're really something, you
've made swollen." I retorted, "You're no slouch either, you made me ejaculate five times in one night, and my urethra still hurts like it's being pricked with needles!" From then on, we
began our truly legal and open sexual journey. To add some spice, I bought a lot of pornographic videos, and the two of us would watch them and imitate them while making love.
We tried all sorts of positions, including back-to-back, side-to-side, straddle, and sitting positions, and even imitated the foreigners in the videos by performing oral and anal sex.
My wife was completely receptive to oral sex, taking my penis into her mouth and licking and sucking it, even more unrestrained than those foreign women. Those foreign women just let men
ejaculate on their faces, but she insisted that I ejaculate every last drop into her mouth, which she then gulped down, smacking her lips and
saying, "So sweet and fragrant."
I teased her, saying she was even more wanton than foreign girls. She glanced at me sideways and said, "If you don't like it, then I won't do it." I quickly hugged her and said, "I like it, I like it! I
think you're much better than foreign girls." Her anger turned to joy, and she lowered her head to lick my penis.
Regarding anal sex, my wife was initially hesitant: "My anus is so small, won't it hurt when you insert it?" I reassured her, "Look at
those , their penises aren't thicker or longer than mine, and they still manage to insert into foreign girls' anuses! Look how happy those foreign girls are, they're arching their butts as hard as they can, afraid
the penis won't go in deep enough." Just then, a Chinese girl, even smaller than my wife, appeared on the TV screen, bending over and letting a black man
insert his penis into her anus. The black man's penis was over a foot long, fully inserted into the girl's anus. The girl trembled with excitement, moaning incessantly. My wife, watching TV,
muttered to herself, "If this girl can handle it, I should be fine too!" "Don't hesitate, I promise I'll make you
feel like you're dying and coming back to life." "You're so annoying," she said, climbing onto the bed and sticking her snow-white buttocks up high. Her small, tight, rosy anus ignited my desire. I quickly imitated
what I saw on TV, smearing saliva on my glans and slowly inserting it into my wife's anus.
"Ouch, slower, it hurts a little." I quickly stopped moving. Unexpectedly, my wife cried out again, "Just shove it all in at once!" I thrust my hips forward, and
my four-inch-long penis was fully inserted into my wife's narrow anus. I asked, "Does it still hurt?" My wife twisted her buttocks and said in a trembling voice, "It doesn't hurt, but
it feels very swollen, like my rectum is completely full. Try moving it!" I began to slowly thrust in and out. At first, it felt dry and tight inside, but after a few dozen thrusts, it felt
like my wife's anus was coated with oil, becoming more and more lubricated, and my thrusting speed increased. My wife finally couldn't hold back and cried out like she was crying, "Good
brother, thrust harder... My anus is swollen and hot, it feels so good!" I increased the amplitude of my thrusts, my lower abdomen violently slamming against my wife's soft
buttocks. My wife buried her face in the pillow and made a sound like a sob of pleasure.
Afterwards, my wife nestled her face against my chest and said shyly, "I never imagined anal sex could be so incredibly pleasurable, it almost made my bones melt..."
From then on, my penis alternated between her mouth, vagina, and anus. My wife, a math major, even meticulously designed a sex schedule, evenly arranging
when oral sex, when to have intercourse, and when to have anal sex, not neglecting any particular orifice. I was happy to enjoy it, as long as my
penis had a hole to go in.
Once, we watched a Taiwanese pornographic film. The male lead's penis was nowhere near as large or thick as a foreigner's, and the female lead wasn't as pretty as a Western woman, so it didn't initially interest
us . But the film was entirely in Mandarin, and filled with vulgar language, which really excited us. When the female protagonist said in a coquettish voice, "Darling, use
your big cock to fuck my cunt, fuck it hard..." my penis instantly became erect, and my wife slumped on top of me as if she had no bones, saying in a wanton voice
,
"Good brother, my cunt is so itchy, I want to eat your big cock." Hearing my quiet and delicate wife say such vulgar words, how could I possibly hold back? I
immediately mounted her and thrust my spear.
My wife closed her eyes and kept shouting, "Good brother, dear man, your cock is so hot, so hard... it's going to fuck me to death!" I was so aroused by her that my blood was boiling, and my semen
gushed out wildly.
I stroked her smooth skin and exclaimed, "I never thought these vulgar words could be so alluring!" My wife's eyes were filled with lust as she said in a seductive voice, "Then I'll say
a few more words and see if you can still get hard." With that, she jumped off the bed naked, stroking her breasts and twisting her hips, while moaning dreamily
, "Oh, my breasts are so swollen and itchy, my pussy is soaking wet, and it feels like there are little bugs crawling in my ass. I really want my dear man's big cock to fuck me! My dear man,
fuck me to death!" My eardrums were ringing, my blood was boiling, and my penis, which had just ejaculated, became hard as iron again without me even realizing it.
I pounced on the bed, grabbed my soft, slick wife, and began thrusting hard into her wet vagina: "I...I...I'm going to fuck you to death, you
little slut." My wife moaned, "I'm your little slut sister, and you're my big cock brother. Fuck me as hard as you want, I'll only be happy if you fuck me to death!" I
then thrust my penis into her anus, saying viciously, "Little slut, I'm going to fuck your asshole raw!" My wife arched her ass hard, moaning, "
You can fuck my asshole however you want, fuck it raw if you want!" We went crazy for another hour or so, and I ejaculated the remaining semen, which my wife swallowed like nectar
.
And so, under the guidance of pornographic content, we constantly changed our positions, spending our first year of marriage in a chaotic and frenzied state.
Later, my wife gradually lost interest in the pornographic content I bought, feeling it wasn't exciting enough. So she went to our alma mater and found the
American female classmate who had lived with her in the dormitory for a year (who is now teaching at the school). She collected a bunch of books, magazines, and movies and brought them home. That night, we sat naked on the sofa and
watched them together.
When the spy movie showed a blonde girl being raped by several strong men, my wife gently rubbed her breasts against me and whispered in my ear, "Dear brother,
I want you to rape me too... okay?" I was naturally overjoyed. I pressed her face down on the bed,
tied , and said, "Now I'm going to rape you, you little slut!" Unexpectedly, my wife twisted her body and acted coquettishly, "I don't like being tied up like this. I want you
to tie me up like in the spy movie, preferably with the rope digging into my flesh, that's what rape is all about!"
I was overjoyed and quickly went to the balcony to find a long clothesline. I wrapped it around her snow-white neck and around her jade-like arms, three times on the left and three times on the right, tying
my wife up tightly, like a meat dumpling without leaves. My wife, her upper body bound, could only desperately twist her lower body, pleading, "Brother, you've tied me up so tightly,
it's making this little slut gasp for breath, um...it feels so good..." Looking at her tightly bound, extremely sensual body, my eyes gleamed,
my penis throbbed with desire, and I pounced on her, ravaging her three orifices one after another... For the next month, every time we made love, my wife asked me to tie her up and rape her.
One day, after I had tied her up, my wife looked at me seductively with her large, watery eyes and said, "Darling, find another rope and hang me up,
then you stand behind me and fuck my ass, okay?" By this time, I was completely obedient to her, so I quickly found a long rope, tied one end to her bound
hands, and let the other end hang down from the radiator pipe on the ceiling. With a strong pull, my wife's snow-white feet left the ground, letting out a piercing scream.
I panicked and quickly let go. My wife fell heavily onto the carpet.
I quickly picked her up and anxiously asked, "Honey, did you hurt yourself?" My wife rolled her eyes and gasped for breath, "Ouch...
the ropes around my neck and arms are too tight... I've gotten so much fatter than before... when my feet leave the ground, it feels like my arms are going to break, and I can't breathe..." I quickly said, "
Then let's not play this anymore, it hurts you so much..." Unexpectedly, my wife kept whining in my arms, "No, I want to play, I want to play!" "I'm afraid I
'll hurt you!" "Well... how about this, you slowly pull the rope, and stop when my toes are almost off the ground, that way it'll still count as hanging, and
I can handle it, okay?" I did as she said and slowly pulled the rope. I
saw my wife's arms gradually straighten in the opposite direction, and her heels also left the ground. When her ten toes were perpendicular to the ground, my wife let out a
painful , "Don't pull anymore, stop!" I quickly secured the end of the rope. My wife was suspended by her arms behind her back, her legs straight, only her toes barely touching the ground.
The ropes were deeply embedded in her wrists and neck.
I felt a pang of pity: "Honey, if you can't take it, I'll let you down." My wife shook her head repeatedly, her long, glossy black hair cascading down like a waterfall.
She gasped, "No...no, I'm in so much pain...but I feel so good inside. Look, isn't my ass sticking up? Why aren't you fucking me yet?"
I looked closely, and sure enough—because my wife was suspended by her arms behind her back, her round buttocks naturally arched backward, her moist, loose anus opening eagerly.
With a thrust, I raised my penis and shoved it all the way into my wife's anus.
My wife cried out, "Oh, my dear man, you've pierced this little slut's asshole... Ouch... It feels so good, keep thrusting in and out!" I
thrust my hips back and forth. My wife, on her toes, moved her hips like a ballerina, trying her best to meet my thrusts, making sounds that were half-crying… Afterwards, she
pressed her face against my chest and said, “My dear husband, this was the happiest and most satisfying sex I’ve ever had since we got married. You don’t know, when my neck was being strangled so hard
I couldn’t breathe , my arms felt like they were broken, my toes were sore and aching, and my asshole was hot and numb from your fucking, that wonderful feeling, this little slut will never forget it.”
I casually said, “That’s easy, from now on I’ll hang you up every time we have sex.” “Thank you so much, brother…” This kind of sadomasochistic sex
continued for more than a year. Every time, my wife was overjoyed and felt like she was dying and coming back to life, and I was always exhausted and indescribably happy.
By the third year of our marriage, we had tried almost every imaginable sexual activity.
The novelty of those once exciting and thrilling techniques had worn off, and our sex life became increasingly mundane and dull. Friction and arguments between us also increased.
After a major argument over a trivial matter, we both fell silent. After a long while, my wife began to sob and cry on the bed. Feeling guilty
, I went to her side, hugged her, and gently licked away her tears. She looked up, tears streaming down her face, and said, "What's wrong with us? A few years ago,
both before and after our marriage, we were so in love, inseparable. What happened to us lately? It seems like we're both constantly on edge, arguing the moment we meet."
I sighed and said, "Yes, I've been thinking about this too these past few days. I just realized it yesterday. In previous years, our sex life was so vibrant and pleasurable,
truly blissful, we didn't even have time to argue! We were too busy being affectionate! But now our sex life is becoming increasingly bland and tasteless, only happening once every few weeks.
Idleness breeds trouble!" My wife complained, "How can you blame me?" "All those wonderful sexual encounters before, weren't they all my ideas! You're a grown man, and
you have absolutely no imagination, it's making me lose interest more and more." I was speechless, and after a long silence, I stammered, "I'm thinking about it right now,
don't be impatient, you little slut!"
My wife, aroused by my words, squirmed in my arms and said, "I'm not a little slut now, I'm your little bitch. A little bitch
can only survive because of your big-dicked brother's ideas..." I was aroused by her words, and a sudden idea struck me: "Then let's review our sexual experiences over the past few years, tell me
when you were happiest, the most..." "Happy?" My wife rolled her dark eyes and said, "If I had to pick the happiest time, it would be those years in college.
Back then, we always made love secretly, like thieves. Although it was short, we always had multiple orgasms. Thinking about it now still makes me
feel sweet ." My mind suddenly clicked, and I exclaimed, "That's it! You've hit the nail on the head. Everyone has a thieving desire, it's just
that the way they express it is different.
It's the same with sex; the more clandestine the affair, the more pleasurable it is. Haven't you noticed that ancient books rarely describe marital intercourse, but mostly describe affairs? And..."
It's said that the pleasure of sex between men and women is greatly related to the intensity of their sexual desire. "My wife is also excited and eagerly asks, 'Then what do you suggest we do?' I thought for a moment and said, '
After we got married, our sex life has always
been at home. Although we have many different ways of doing it, it lacks the stimulation of a different environment. It's nothing like when we were in college, in the flower garden, under the shade of trees,
we could . That's what you call an affair, that's what you call exciting!' 'Then let's go to the park now, I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content!' my wife said impatiently."
"How can that work? Those kids' behavior might have been okay in retrospect, but it definitely won't work now!
We need to think of something more exciting to satisfy them. Hmm, tomorrow's Sunday, you wear a short skirt, no underwear, let's go shopping, and when we find
an opportunity, we'll have our way with you..." "That's wonderful, honey, you're amazing!" My wife excitedly hugged me and kissed me passionately.
The next day, just as dawn was breaking, my wife got up early and sat in front of her dressing table, applying makeup. Because of her profession, she usually didn't wear makeup, but
today she was heavily made up: her face was snow-white, her lips were blood-red, her eyelids were purplish-black, and she even wore false eyelashes, making her even more alluring and seductive, making one's mouth water.
I teased, "Looking at you like this, you really look like a little slut." My wife wrinkled her little nose at me and pouted her cute little mouth, saying, "Wait till I put
my clothes on, then you won't see me as a little slut anymore, but as a real little bitch!" With that, she turned and ran into another room.
About the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, my wife, all dressed up, came up to me and said, "Big dick brother, see if your little bitch is slutty enough?" She was wearing
a tank top that exposed her midriff, her snow-white shoulders and most of her breasts were exposed, and she was obviously not wearing a bra underneath. Her two nipples pushed up the top, creating two
small bulges ; her dark navel was faintly visible as she swayed her waist, which aroused the imagination. She was wearing a super short skirt that tightly hugged her buttocks, and her two fair and tender thighs were exposed
; she was wearing a pair of high-heeled sandals, and her delicate and exquisite toes were playfully sticking out.
I stared, dumbfounded, finding it hard to believe that this sexy, alluring woman was my intelligent and quiet wife!
"Want to see if I'm wearing underwear?" she said, lifting her miniskirt to reveal her bare genitals, then turning to show off her round,
plump buttocks.
My mouth went dry, and I stammered, "Let's go shopping, but... but once we're outside, don't lift your skirt." My wife
smiled sweetly , "Do you need to tell me that? I'm your little slut for life, and you're my only big-dicked customer." As we walked out,
the streets were already bustling. My wife's sexy, revealing outfit immediately attracted the greedy gazes of countless men.
My wife was clearly uncomfortable, gripping my arm tightly with one hand and constantly pulling down her skirt with the other, whispering in my ear, "Honey,
I'm so scared. I'm not even wearing underwear, and the skirt is so short. What if someone sees us? I'd feel so bad for you!" A surge of heat ran through me.
I pulled her close, saying, "It's okay, it's a tight skirt, no one can see. It's broad daylight, other men wouldn't dare to do
anything even if they wanted to. You silly girl, the more nervous you are, the more fun you'll have. Didn't we agree on this yesterday?" To be honest, I was nervous too, afraid my wife
would be exposed . But seeing the looks from the men around us, a strange sense of pride welled up inside me—this sexy woman is my wife, I can possess
her body anytime, how wonderful!
Arriving at a large department store, we were still the center of attention. Reaching a clothing counter, my wife asked the sales clerk about prices, and I leaned against her...
Behind her, my hard penis pressed tightly against her buttocks, which were only covered by a thin cloth.
My wife's body trembled, and her voice trembled as she asked, "Excuse me... miss, how much... is this dress?" The saleswoman enthusiastically quoted
the price and then took out several dresses for my wife to choose from.
My wife was distracted and gave a few perfunctory replies. She grabbed my hand and turned to leave, whispering in my ear as she walked, "Are you kidding me! Your big cock is making my
heart melt, and my pussy is so wet and uncomfortable... Aren't you afraid of being seen?" "That's the thrill I wanted! Otherwise, what were we doing out here?" I said, pinching her plump buttocks through
her dress .
My wife blushed and nestled against me, ecstatic, saying, "Let's find a quiet place so you can let me vent." We went to the mall's coffee shop and
sat down in the train-style seats at the back. My wife sat with her back to everyone. Apart from me and the waiter sitting opposite her, no one could see her face. And the waiter
wouldn't come over after bringing the coffee, so it was very secluded.
After my wife sat down, her miniskirt naturally rode up, and she quickly squeezed her legs together.
I laughed, "Spread your legs, let me have a good look." My wife nervously looked around, stammering, "What if someone sees us?" A
strange pleasure drove me to say, "It's okay, just close your legs if someone comes, no one will notice." My wife's chest heaved rapidly,
and as if she had made a great decision, she slowly spread her legs apart, revealing sparse, curly pubic hair and thick labia majora.
My breathing quickened, "Spread them a little wider, show me your vulva too." My wife continued to spread her legs apart, and her two exposed labia minora opened as well, revealing
her pink vulva completely.
My wife, half-reclined in her chair, murmured, "My legs are spread as wide as they can, you saw everything... Can I close them?" My eyes
burned with fury. "Don't close them, you're masturbating in front of me." Her face flushed crimson, and she cried out in a panic, "How can I?
What if someone sees?" "It's okay, no one sees you with your legs spread, and no one sees you masturbating!" She glanced around again, making sure no one was watching, then
slowly reached her slender fingers down to her crotch and began to explore. Soon, her face was covered in sweat, and she began to moan softly.
I felt my penis about to burst, and whispered, "Put your fingers inside and move them back and forth." My wife seemed to have lost consciousness, obediently inserting
her fingers into her trembling vagina and thrusting them in and out.
I was frozen in place, watching her intently. I saw her lips part slightly, her whole body trembling, her fingers moving faster and faster, until finally
she couldn't help but scream.
Everyone in the coffee shop turned to look at us. My wife quickly pressed her legs together, blushing and burying her face in the table. I sat down beside her, and she took the opportunity to bury her burning
face in my chest.
Just then, a well-trained waiter hurried over and asked, "Madam and sir, do you need any help?" I casually replied,
"My wife choked on her coffee, could you please bring me another plate of bananas?" The bananas were brought over, and I peeled one and put it in my wife's mouth.
As ate, she whispered, "You jerk, you bad husband, you're making me suffer!" "Tell me honestly, were you excited or not? Did you enjoy it?"
I asked her with a smile.
"...So exciting...I came after just two thrusts!" My wife closed her eyes, still immersed in the adventure.
I picked up a banana and said, "You're full up there, but hungry down there? I'll put this banana in your pussy!" "No..." my wife
softly refused, but her thighs trembled and slowly parted, revealing her wet vulva.
I slowly inserted the banana. Her vagina was already fully lubricated, and the slender banana slid in without any resistance, with only the tip sticking out.
My wife moaned softly, writhing like a snake.
I paid the bill and pulled my wife up, saying, "Let's go. You walk ahead; I want to see how sexy you look walking with the banana between your legs. Be careful not to let it fall out!"
My wife slowly walked towards the door. Afraid of the banana slipping out, she kept her thighs tightly pressed together, her steps small, her petite buttocks swaying back and forth, attracting the attention of all the men in the
coffee shop.
Suppressing my excitement, I walked to her side and asked, "How are you feeling?" My wife's small hands clenched and unclenched helplessly as she breathed heavily, "Honey,
let's go quickly, let's get to a place where no one's around..." I put my arm around her trembling waist and said, "Don't rush, be careful it slips out." My wife clung
to me like a broken bone, biting my ear, "You're so naughty! That banana is stuck in my pussy, it moves with every step, just like your penis, making my pussy
feel like it's flooded... Ouch! Oh no, it's going to fall out..." My wife stopped, clamping her legs tightly together.
My heart was pounding with excitement. I pulled her towards the elevator with my right arm, saying, "Let's go to the top floor of the mall to watch a movie." My wife didn't dare to separate her legs; I
practically dragged her into the elevator.
Luckily, there was no one in the elevator. My wife let out a long sigh, reached down to her crotch and shoved her hand in a few times, giggling,
"It almost fell out just now. It's fine now, I've pushed it in a bit more." I kissed her sweaty cheek and said, "The movie theater is dimly lit,
it'll be much easier for us to do it!" There weren't many viewers in the theater, most were sitting in the middle and back rows. We walked to the empty second row and sat down.
The movie started, and the light suddenly dimmed.
I unbuttoned my pants, revealing my hard, sticky penis, and said, "Now give me oral sex!" A hint of panic flashed in my wife's eyes: "...
There are so ..." "It's okay, the seat backs block them from seeing. There's no one in the front rows." I was confident.
My wife glanced back again, still uneasy, and saw only a few couples scattered around the back, embracing and kissing, no one paying any attention to what was happening in the front rows.
She was relieved, bent down, and took my penis into her mouth, stroking it up and down, occasionally licking the glans with her tongue.
I was already burning with lust, and her stimulation caused me to ejaculate immediately. I suppressed the pleasure coursing through my body, grimacing and saying, "No...don't
swallow...it, keep it...in your mouth..." It took a long time for the climax to subside, and my wife sat up straight again, smiling at me with her lips pursed.
I asked, "You didn't swallow it, did you?" My wife nodded vigorously.
I was overjoyed and pulled her up, saying, "Let's go." We returned to the brightly lit street, my wife swaying her hips, taking small, quick steps ahead.
Looking at my wife's sexy back, imagining the banana in her vagina and semen in her mouth, I felt my lower body harden again.
Suddenly, my wife stopped, clamping her legs together as if she needed to urinate, turning back to look at me, her eyes filled with anxiety and longing.
I quickly caught up and whispered, "Is the banana about to fall out?" My wife nodded.
I walked behind her, blocking the view of passersby with my body, and quickly reached my right hand under her crotch, shoving the banana that had fallen halfway out back deep into her vagina.
We continued walking side by side. Reaching the entrance of a shady park, my wife stopped again, pinched my arm, and made a muffled sound.
I saw her face was flushed, her eyes unfocused, and a thin strand of thick white semen dribbled from the corner of her mouth, hanging like a thin thread from her chin. Knowing she couldn't hold back any longer, I
asked, "Shall we go into the park?" She nodded frantically, her eyes burning with desire.
We entered the park, deliberately choosing secluded spots.
Passing through a dense grove of trees, a brick wall blocked our path.
My wife looked around, then stood facing the wall, hands on the wall, her buttocks sticking out.
I deliberately remained still. My wife grew impatient, freeing one hand to lift her skirt, revealing her smooth, white buttocks and twisting them towards me. I slowly pulled out my penis,
walked behind her, and said, "Let me sodomize you, is that right?" My wife hummed in
response, twisting her hips frantically. I probed her wet anus with my finger and inserted the head of my penis. My wife thrust her hips back, and my penis slid in completely. My wife braced herself against the wall, her body moving
rapidly back and forth. I remained still, watching with satisfaction as my penis went in and out of her anus.
Suddenly, my wife's anus spasmed, her whole body trembling violently. Then, she made a gurgling sound, probably swallowing her semen
.
Sure enough, after an hour of silence, my wife finally uttered a tearful voice: "My darling, my big-dicked brother, fuck this little bitch's asshole until it's raw
!" I couldn't resist ejaculating into her anus again.
My wife hurriedly wiped the semen that had flowed from her anus into her mouth.
Back home, my wife was incredibly excited. She kissed me passionately, her voice trembling as she exclaimed, "It was amazing! So exciting! So...so fucking awesome
!" My usually quiet wife, probably using vulgar language for the first time, paused instinctively before shouting, "From now on, we'll do this! We'll go to public places to
masturbate, to fuck each other, to fuck each other's asses, okay, my dearest big-dicked brother?" I laughed, "That sounds good, but I'm afraid you won't be able to let loose." My wife
snuggled into my arms like a kitten, pouting, "From now on, I'll do whatever you want, as long as it's exciting, nothing else matters." "It's a deal!" I
couldn't help but hug her tightly.
After this thrilling Sunday, our sex life entered a fantastical realm. Our spacious, luxurious three-bedroom apartment was no longer our first choice for
making love . Street corners, parks, train stations, cinemas, department stores, buses—the more crowded the place, the more
ideal it became for us to taste our forbidden fruit.
It was another day off. My wife, wearing no underwear and only a leather miniskirt clinging to her skin, and I boarded a very crowded bus.
The bus was so packed there was barely any room to stand, and I stood pressed tightly against her back. My wife kept rubbing her round buttocks against my genitals. I couldn't help but
reach under her skirt and pinch her wet, trembling labia, rubbing them vigorously. My wife shuddered, pressing her entire body against me,
breathing heavily. Gushes of fluid flowed from her lower body, dripping through my fingers onto the floor.
I put my index, middle, and ring fingers together and slowly inserted them into her vagina, moving them up and down. My wife trembled against my chest as if electrocuted,
moaning softly. Fortunately, the rumble of the train and the chatter of people made it easier to focus.
My fingers moved faster and faster, and her trembling became more and more intense. Finally, unable to bear the torment of pleasure, she let out a piercing scream. All the surrounding passengers
stared in astonishment at my wife's flushed, sweaty face.
My wife was at a loss, just desperately pulling down her skirt. I quickly pulled my fingers away and said, "Excuse me, miss, I stepped on your foot." My wife seized
the opportunity to lash out, "You've broken my foot! You have to come with me to the hospital for a checkup." Just then, we arrived at a stop, and my wife and I squeezed off the train.
My wife clutched her chest and said, "That really scared me!" "Were you happy just now?" "Ugh, why would I make a sound if I wasn't happy?" She paused for a moment and
said, "To be honest, I felt like I was ascending to heaven, I couldn't help but shout out." "You're satisfied, now it's my turn to be satisfied!" I pulled
my wife, whose legs were wet, into a coffee shop.
Once inside the small private room, as soon as the curtain was drawn, my wife impatiently pulled down my pants and bit my hard penis, sucking on it up and down
.
When the waiter brought in two steaming cups of coffee, my wife was already sitting opposite me with semen in her mouth.
I raised my coffee and said, "Drinking your semen with coffee will definitely taste good." My wife took a big gulp of coffee, swallowing it down with her mouth full of semen,
then smacked her lips and said, "Hmm, it's bitter and fishy, the taste is so weird." After I finished the last sip of coffee, my wife's body started to writhe restlessly again, and she said in
a coquettish , "Honey, my pussy feels so empty, I really want something to go in!" I laughed and said, "Then I'll go buy a banana." "No,
that thing isn't clean, and it's all angular, it won't feel comfortable. I want something exactly like your big cock." "That's easy!
There's a sex shop across the street, they have all kinds of dildos, you can pick whichever you like!" "Really! Let's go take a look together." My wife jumped up with joy
and pulled me out.
The sex shop was quite large, with hundreds of different types of artificial penises in various lengths, shapes, and colors. My wife was very interested, looking around and
picking out more than a dozen to carefully select from on the counter.
The shop owner, a thin woman in her forties, saw my wife's enthusiasm and quickly came over and said, "Looks like you two haven't been married long! Ah,
young people are always hungry. But generally speaking, men's performance is short, so this is exactly what they need. In foreign countries, this is called an adult toy, and every household has
a few." My wife picked up a dildo with two plastic rods, one thick and one thin, and asked, "Why does this have two rods?" "This is called a hybrid anal sex type.
One goes into the vagina, and the other goes into the anus. Women like to play like this, and it sells very quickly." As she explained, the shop owner turned on the electric switch, and the two plastic rods
immediately began to rotate and extend like snakes.
The wife's eyes lit up with excitement. "I'll take this one," she said. "And that one with the bumps, that one twisted like a rope, that one with the pointed tip—I'll take them all ! Wrap them up for
me." The shopkeeper, beaming with joy, ran around frantically, wrapping them up while mysteriously saying, "There's also a particularly thick and large one that women who have given birth all
like. I wonder if you'd be interested?" As he spoke, he pulled out a huge artificial penis from under the counter.
It was at least forty centimeters long and eight or nine centimeters thick, lying proudly on the counter like a donkey's penis.
My wife muttered softly, "I've never had a child, how could I need something so thick?" The shopkeeper coaxed, "After a woman gets married, her vagina
becomes looser, you never know when you might need it. It's so uncomfortable when you want it but don't have one on hand!" I said, "Then let's buy it. How much
is it?" We carried the bulging bag of dildos home. Turning into a quiet alley, my wife pulled me behind a lush sycamore tree,
lifted leather skirt, and breathlessly said, "Quickly put that anal-vaginal hybrid in here, I can't take it anymore!" I took out the
thing with two plastic rods from the bag, inserted it into my wife's overflowing lower body, and turned it on. The two plastic rods buzzed as they rotated and thrust in and out of my wife's anus and vagina.
My wife trembled as she lowered her skirt, her voice trembling, "Let's... let's go." She then squeezed her legs together and swayed as she walked ahead.
Watching her swaying little bottom, I excitedly quickened my pace to catch up.
At the building entrance, my wife, as if unsteady on her feet, clung to my neck with both hands, murmuring, "My dear man, I'm too weak to walk, carry me upstairs."
I bent down and lifted her boneless body upstairs. My wife curled up in my arms, her tongue licking my face.
As soon as we entered the house, my wife broke free from my embrace, frantically stripping off her already meager clothing, lying on her back on the bed, desperately rubbing her breasts,
screaming , "What a powerful dildo, it's killing me... I'm going to die... Ouch!" The weather was gradually getting colder, and the women on the street were all wearing bulky winter clothes;
short skirts were out of the question. But my clever wife still had a way—she dressed normally on the top, but wore thick wool socks that went up to her thighs, and a long cashmere
skirt over them—without underwear, so I could insert my hand or penis into her vagina or anus at any time.
Ever since I bought those artificial penises, my wife always stuffs them full of their own holes before we go out, then she takes
my arm and we go downstairs. Perhaps because the stimulation is too intense, her hips sway more and more violently. Every time we walk side-by-side, her soft hips
rhythmically bump against my thighs, making my heart race and my penis rock hard.
On New Year's Day, my wife got up early as usual, put on heavy makeup, wore a thick wool dress, then lifted her skirt, revealing her naked lower body to me, saying
, "Good husband, fill this little slut's cunt and asshole." I deliberately found two large artificial penises and inserted them into her body. My wife, unaware of what was going on, lowered her
long skirt and said in a seductive voice, "Why am I so swollen today? I'm almost at orgasm before we even leave the house." Then she put her hands behind her back and said,
"Dear husband, tie me up before we go out today." "How can I do that? People will see!" I said, dissatisfied.
"It's alright, just drape the coat over me, no one will see," my wife said coquettishly.
I thought it was a good idea, so I crossed her hands behind her back and tied them tightly with a short rope, then draped a thin wool coat over her shoulders. The long coat
covered her bound hands.
My wife tilted her head smugly and said, "How about that? Nobody can see, right?" Looking at her graceful figure with her hands behind her back, I couldn't help but kiss her hard
and said , "Even a ghost wouldn't be able to tell, they'd think you're a fashionable young woman who just returned from Hong Kong!" My wife quickly turned her face away and scolded, "You're going to ruin my makeup
, people will think I'm a young woman who's been gang-raped." Then she rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, let's pretend to be a young woman who's been gang-raped! You shoot your semen into
my mouth, and I'll go out with you with semen in my mouth." As she spoke, she knelt down in front of me and opened her lovely red lips.
I was overjoyed and took out my penis and put it in her mouth.
The streets were deserted, with only withered sycamore leaves fluttering in the wind.
My wife, wearing high-heeled leather boots, walked gracefully ahead, her heavily made-up face attracting frequent glances from the men on the street. I chuckled to myself, "
You stupid men, who would have thought that this sexy woman's hands are tied behind her back, two thick, long dildos are inserted into her lower body, and her mouth is filled with my semen
? You wouldn't even be able to find the entrance if you wanted to fuck her!" Suddenly, my wife stopped and turned to look at me with pleading eyes.
I hurried over and asked, "What's wrong? Are the dildos falling out?" She nodded vigorously, her lips tightly pressed together.
I waved, and a taxi pulled up beside me. I pushed my wife into the car and climbed in myself.
I asked in a low voice, "It's packed in tight now, isn't it?" My wife hummed twice, looking satisfied.
"To Huatian Building," I instructed the driver.
"The road there isn't finished yet, should we take a detour?" The driver knew the city's roads like the back of his hand.
"It's alright, no need to detour." I specifically wanted to take that road.
The car drove onto a bumpy, gravel road, and I didn't let the driver slow down. So the car bounced violently like a small boat in a raging storm. My wife's head would sometimes
hit the roof, and sometimes she would sink deep into the seat, with two large dildos thrusting inside her, making her face turn red, her eyes roll back, and she wanted to scream but dared not open
her mouth, only desperately closing her lips, letting out muffled moans from deep in her throat.
The kind-hearted driver saw milky white liquid flowing from the corner of the woman's mouth in the rearview mirror and hurriedly said, "Sir, your wife's face is red and she's foaming at the mouth,
should we take her to the hospital?" I chuckled inwardly, but said aloud, "Okay, okay, drive faster." The car bounced even more violently.
More and more semen flowed from the corner of my wife's mouth, and finally she couldn't hold back anymore, gulping down all the semen in her mouth, and then sticking out her tongue to lick the remaining
liquid on her chin.
Seeing this, the driver hurriedly asked, "Madam, are you alright?" The wife trembled and said, "I'm... fine, thank... thank you!" On the way home, the wife kept
bumping me with her plump buttocks: "You naughty husband! You're so naughty! You've made my asshole watery, I almost peed! You've wasted so much semen, it's all your fault!" I laughed
and reached under her skirt, and sure enough, it was wet. I teased her, "You're drinking semen up there and peeing down there. That's good!" The wife giggled and pushed her breasts up.
Before we knew it, it was Chinese New Year, another seven-day holiday. The wife invited Jenny, her American classmate from university who had lived with her for over a year, to their home.
Jenny was in her late twenties, a typical white woman: blonde, blue-eyed, with a high nose and wide mouth, tall, voluptuous, and her breasts were almost as
big as the wife's head. She had lived in China for many years but still couldn't speak Chinese, only English. I had studied Japanese since elementary school and now worked for a Japanese company
, so our communication relied entirely on the wife's translation.
After dinner, we chatted for a while, then I suddenly felt sleepy and went back to my bedroom to sleep. My wife pulled Jenny into another bedroom as well.
In the middle of the night, I vaguely heard moaning coming from that room, but I didn't pay much attention, thinking that two women couldn't possibly get into anything, so I turned over and went back to
sleep.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I found my wife sitting naked on the edge of my bed, her face flushed with embarrassment.
I quickly pulled her into the bed and asked, "What's wrong with you? Running around naked so early in the morning, aren't you afraid Jenny will laugh at you!" My wife whispered, "I
need to tell you something, but you can't blame me!" I quickly said, "Go ahead, your dear husband doesn't care about anything." My wife sighed softly, "
You probably already knew the day we first had sex that I wasn't a virgin anymore." I stammered.
"But no other man has ever touched me except you. I was with Jenny..." I stared wide-eyed in surprise.
"That was before I met you. Jenny and I shared a double room in the school dormitory. One night, Jenny climbed into my bed naked. Before I could even scream
, she stuffed her panties into my mouth, tied my hands behind my back with her bra, then pulled down my panties and put her head between my legs to lick me. I don't
know if you noticed, but her tongue was incredibly long, and it could be both soft and hard. When it was soft, it was like a snake; when it was hard, it was like a stick. It made my whole body go numb, and I experienced sexual
pleasure for the first time... That's when she broke my hymen with her tongue... You won't blame me, will you?" I hugged her tightly and said, "How could I? If it were a man,
I might even be a little jealous. Sleeping with a sexy woman like Jenny..." "But I was just excited. Go on, what happened next?"
His wife sighed, her voice rising: "...Later, I couldn't help but twist my hips to match her tongue. She took the panties out of my mouth
, and I sucked on her nipples relentlessly, making her scream. Then I tried to lick her vulva, but my tongue wasn't long enough to go in; I
could only circle around the entrance... 'After meeting you, we haven't had any physical contact, but we still talk on the phone... Yesterday we slept in the same bed and
couldn't help but lick each other again... She said you're the most handsome Eastern man she's ever seen, so she wants to have sex with you too... I could n't resist the temptation, so I came to ask you...'"
…If you don't sleep with her, it means you don't have a real sexual desire for her.
I quickly said, "Don't talk about forgiveness anymore! Jenny was your little husband, and now she's my little wife. We're
a perfect match ." My wife was overjoyed and clapped her hands, saying, "Come in, please, Jenny." The door opened silently, and the tall, plump Jenny appeared
in the doorway. She was naked from the waist up, her two heavy breasts hanging down like two sacks. She wore a black garter belt, two black fishnet stockings
tightly binding her snow-white thighs, and a pair of stilettos with half-foot heels. Her golden pubic hair and dark red labia were exposed. Her demeanor and attire were
exactly like the female protagonist in a pornographic spy movie.
Jenny opened her blood-red lips and said, "Do
n't you think I'm like a prostitute on the streets of New York City?" "Don't you think I look like a prostitute on the streets of New York?" my wife translated.
I nodded like a chicken beak: "Yes, yes, absolutely!" After hearing my wife's translation, Jenny added, "Then you treat me as a prostitute."
"Then treat me like a prostitute." A lewd scene suddenly flashed through my mind, and I blurted out, "Lick your own nipples.
" Jenny cupped her breasts in her hands, easily bringing her nipples to her lips. She stuck out her purplish-red tongue, at least ten centimeters long, and
passionately licked her nipples back and forth, her large, sea-blue eyes glancing seductively at my face. My
wife, excitedly standing beside me, said, "I'll get the camera and film all of this!" With that, she turned and ran out.
When my wife returned to the room with the camera, I threw off the covers and sat naked on the edge of the bed, staring intently at Jenny's enormous breasts. "Masturbate
in front of us," I said. My wife, filming, translated, "have
a self-abuse in the view of us." Jenny spread her legs, her long, slender, white fingers reaching down to her abdomen, parting her dark red labia, gently massaging her pink clitoris. Her long, thin tongue licked and rolled all over her face.
Her fingers pressed harder and harder, smearing her heavy makeup. Her large breasts bounced up and down like water bags, and she murmured indistinctly,
"Let me suck your cock." I jumped off the bed, hands on my hips. Jenny knelt before me and took my penis
into licking it.
Jenny's oral sex skills were clearly superior to my wife's. Her mouth was warm and moist, seemingly deeper than my wife's vagina, able to swallow my penis and scrotum
together. What was even more intoxicating was her tongue—thin, long, soft, and slippery. Sometimes she would slip the tip of her tongue into my urethra, sometimes she would wrap her tongue around my penis,
sending shivers of pleasure through me, a mixture of tingling, itching, surprise, and ecstasy.
Before long, a familiar pleasure began to spread from my penis throughout my body. The experienced Jenny sensed something amiss, quickly spitting out my penis and
thrusting my anus. The feeling of impending ejaculation vanished instantly.
Jenny tilted her curvaceous face up, her large, sea-blue eyes seemingly about to overflow with tears: "Please fuck me." "Please fuck me." Jenny stood up
and walked to the bedside, spreading her legs and kneeling on the edge of the bed, her upper body leaning over the bed, her plump, white buttocks sticking up to the sky, and turned back again, saying, "Please fuck me."
I gripped my penis and inserted it into her wide-open vagina, thrusting a few times, feeling that it wasn't touching the flesh around me, and I couldn't penetrate all the way in, so I squeezed my two testicles in as well. This
time barely touched the flesh around me, but I still couldn't reach the bottom, and I couldn't help but exclaim:
"This foreign girl's pussy is too big, it's practically a bottomless pit." "Your pussy is too big." Jenny seemed to feel unsatisfied as well, so she
used her hand to pull my penis away and said, "Fuck my asshole, please." "Please fuck my asshole." I gleefully aimed my glans at Jenny's bright red
anus, and before I even exerted any force, Jenny arched her buttocks back, swallowing my penis to the root, and began to thrust back and forth.
Her anus was moist and soft, seemingly much wider than my wife's vagina. I thrust in and out effortlessly, and soon
the sounds of "plop, plop" came from her anus.
While thrusting, I laughed at my wife, who was nervously filming, "This foreign girl's asshole is bigger and deeper than your pussy." "Your arsehole is bigger and deeper than my pussy
," Jenny turned around, her bright red, sexy mouth shouting, "Use your fist to
fuck my pussy, please." "Please use your fist to fuck my pussy." I was momentarily stunned, because my wife usually only let me use my fingers, or at most, five fingers together, to fuck her. I never expected this
foreign girl to let me use my fist to fuck her. Could her pussy really be that big!
"Hurry to fuck me, I beg you." Looking at her trembling labia and that dark, gaping vulva,
I couldn't care less. I clenched my right fist and shoved it in.
Jenny screamed, her plump buttocks trembling like a sieve.
My fist, tightly wrapped in slippery, juicy flesh, moved forward, about ten centimeters. Jenny's vagina widened further, and I released
my fist, using my fingertips to probe.
Jenny trembled, her white flesh quivering, panting heavily.
Her vagina grew narrower, and my fingertips seemed to touch a small, fleshy hole, about the size of my wife's anus.
Jenny screamed frantically, "Push your fist in as deep as
possible " My index, middle, and ring fingers, pressed together, squeezed through the fleshy hole deep inside her vagina and continued forward. Gradually, my entire
hand was inside, and it widened again. I suddenly understood: that little fleshy hole was her cervix, and my hand was now inside her uterus.
My fingertips were finally blocked by a fleshy wall, with no way out. I knew I had reached the bottom of her uterus and couldn't go any further. Only then did I realize with surprise that half of
my arm was inside Jenny's vagina, her golden pubic hair scratching incessantly at my elbow.
"Fuck me, come-and-go," Jenny cried out hoarsely.
"Fuck me back and forth." I slowly pulled my arm out, and when only half of my hand remained inside her, I thrust it back in hard until my elbow was inside.
Jenny howled like a she-wolf: "Oh, don't stop, fuck me!" My arm moved from slow to fast, from shallow to deep,
thrusting between her vagina and uterus, feeling my arm being soaked in streams of hot fluid, hot and slippery, thick and sticky, as if it had been placed in hot milk.
Jenny was nearly delirious, her blonde hair flying wildly, her white flesh trembling violently as she cried out,
"It's so exciting, so horny, so crazy... oh, I'm dying for
you!" "So exciting, so erotic, so crazy, oh, you're going to fuck me to death!" Her voice trembled slightly, a trickle of clear liquid flowing down her inner thigh.
My half-arm thrust in and out of Jenny's body, making her scream repeatedly, more frantic than a sow in heat... I don't know how much
time passed, but I felt the movements of my arm gradually stiffen, and the surrounding heat seemed to solidify. I slowly withdrew, and my half-arm, as if pulled from a bucket of glue
, was covered in a sticky, white liquid.
Jenny stopped screaming, her white flesh covered in fine beads of sweat, lying on the bed, heaving violently.
My wife threw down the camera, grabbed my right arm, and passionately licked Jenny's juices, murmuring,
"This is crazy, so exciting, Jenny is amazing..." Jenny rolled over, lying on her back with her legs wide open, a hint of disappointment
flashing in :
"Your fist is very strong, but your cock is too small."
I stretched my weak arm and said irritably, "My uncle has a bull, and his cock is thicker and longer than my arm. Can you handle it?" "
Really? It's wonderful
..." Jenny's already dim eyes rekindled with desire, and she immediately jumped up from the bed, her expression excited, gesturing wildly with her hands, and began to talk incoherently.
This speech lasted for more than twenty minutes. His wife, not being a professional translator, couldn't fully understand immediately and had Jenny repeat herself
several times before she could translate: "I've had a very strong sex drive since I was little. I had sex with several boys in my class when I was just eight. After that, I had a constant stream of sexual partners, and by
the time I graduated high school at seventeen, I couldn't remember how many men I'd slept with.
"After graduating high school, I went to college in New York, working as a street prostitute in my spare time. I did this partly to earn tuition and
partly to satisfy my excessive sexual desire. But being a street prostitute was too hard, didn't earn much money, and always carried the risk of being caught. So after two months, I
quit and met up with two other girls to work at a film company making sex films, because that way we could earn more money."
"An assistant director from the film company carefully examined the three of us naked and was quite satisfied. He told us to try it out in front of the camera. We were led to
a studio, brightly lit, with a dozen cameras around the perimeter. The three of us girls stripped naked, changed into what I'm wearing now—garter belts,
stockings, and half-foot heels—and then knelt like bitches under the lights. At that moment, a dozen or so naked, muscular men came out from around,
three or four of them attacking each of us, forming three fleshy circles around us.
All our orifices were filled with erect penises, and then they began to thrust wildly. The director was shouting through a megaphone, demanding that the
three of us girls not show any signs of pain, but instead shout 'fuck me!' while acting as if we were experiencing intense sexual desire and ecstasy. We
all complied."
"These men ejaculated quickly, and then a dozen or so strong black men came up and continued to have sex with us.
The two girls finally couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the studio crying. Only I gritted my teeth and persevered. When we wrapped up, it felt like I had taken a bath in semen
; all my eyes were bulging out and I couldn't close them. To this day, I still clearly remember that during the three-hour shoot, seventy-eight men ejaculated on me
.
"From then on, I became a long-term contracted actress with this company and filmed more than a hundred sex films. I earned a lot of money and successfully completed college.
At this time, a famous director took a liking to me and asked me to film a movie about having sex with animals. I was initially unwilling, but I couldn't resist the temptation of $100,000 per film,
so I went to Hollywood with him."
"He first had me mate with some well-trained male monkeys and dogs. Later, seeing that I performed well, he made me
mate with some large animals such as male donkeys, male horses, and male camels. At first, I was very scared, worried that those huge penises would kill me. Later, he gave me an
aphrodisiac . So, in a state of extreme arousal, I had frantic intercourse with those enormous animals, and my vagina and uterus were stretched to an enormous size as a result."
After the child was completed, it caused a huge sensation throughout the United States, and I became a "celebrity" despised by everyone overnight. I couldn't stay in the United States, so I took the money I had earned
and came to China.
"In the past few years in China, I have tried to find a lot of sex partners. But a man's penis is far from enough to satisfy me. Only when you use your hand to fuck
me like you just did can I get a little pleasure, but it is still not enough. You said that your uncle has a strong bull. I guess it is in the countryside, because there are only men and
cows in the city, not bulls. Can you take me to your uncle's house and have a good time with that bull?" I was extremely excited and said yes repeatedly. I
immediately called and booked three train tickets to my uncle's house.
Jenny was overjoyed. While hugging and kissing me passionately, she said to my wife, "Let's suck his cock together until he shoots."
My wife translated charmingly, "We're going to give you oral sex together until you ejaculate." I quickly lay back on the bed, my penis standing upright.
Jenny and her wife knelt on either side of me, their heavy tongues flying up and down my penis, sometimes rolling, sometimes licking, sometimes sucking, sometimes nibbling.
Before long, my semen gushed out like a fountain. The two women vied to lick it, then embraced and kissed each other, exchanging
semen .
The train to the Anhui countryside departed at nine o'clock in the evening. After a quick dinner, Jenny and her wife meticulously dressed up.
They both wore heavy makeup, their fingernails and toenails painted bright red; they both wore tight black tops that accentuated their sexy curves,
especially Jenny's ample breasts; neither wore underwear, only thick wool stockings that clung to their thighs
, over which they wore tight black cashmere skirts, and high-heeled shoes.
Looking at these identically dressed, sexy sisters, my heart fluttered, and my crotch was already erect.
By this time, my wife had lifted her tight skirt to her waist, sticking out her fair, pink buttocks and saying, "It's time to insert the dildos." I took out two medium-sized artificial penises and
inserted them into my wife's vagina and anus, respectively. Because it was a long trip, to prevent them from slipping off midway, I inserted them very deeply, so that only two round black holes could be seen from the outside.
My wife panted as she lowered her skirt and stood up straight, saying, "It's so swollen down there, my legs can hardly hold on." I pulled my wife's arms behind her back,
crossed took a large red cloak and tied it around her neck, the long cloak covering her bound hands. This was something we had agreed on beforehand,
because a coat draped over the shoulders would easily slip off during the trip, while tying on a cloak would be much safer.
My wife knelt before me, her beautiful, rosy face upturned, and said, "Alright, everything's ready, just need the semen." My penis
was thrusting in and out , and just as I was about to ejaculate, I suddenly remembered something and stopped, asking, "If I ejaculate all my semen into your mouth, what will Jenny put in her mouth later?"
My wife laughed lasciviously, "We already agreed, she'll put your pee in her mouth later. You can take a piss after you ejaculate, right?" I felt relieved and
poured the semen I had accumulated over the past two days into my wife's mouth.
At this moment, Jenny imitated my wife, lifting her skirt and revealing her bare buttocks.
I took out the "jumbo" type artificial penis specially designed for postpartum women and inserted it deeply into Jenny's vagina, then found a large dildo and inserted it into her
anus. Only two black holes the size of ping-pong balls were left under Jenny's unusually plump buttocks.
Jenny panted heavily and put her hands behind her back. I found a thin rope, but instead of tying her wrists, I tightly bound her two thumbs together.
Jenny screamed in pain but didn't resist, obediently kneeling on the ground after I tied a cloak around her neck, her blood-red mouth wide open.
I shoved my already limp penis into her mouth, a stream of hot urine shooting straight down her throat.
Jenny was clearly an experienced drinker of men's urine: she first swallowed large gulps, and when I was almost finished, she pursed her lips, holding the remaining urine
in her mouth, not forgetting to give me a seductive wink.
Then I picked up my travel bag and opened the door; two women swayed their hips as they filed out, and I followed closely behind them.
We arrived at the train station without incident and sat down in the crowded waiting room.
People around us stared at us with great curiosity; they clearly didn't understand why an Asian woman and a Caucasian woman were wearing the same
clothes and both leaning against the same Chinese man.
A few shady-looking young men whistled and approached, one of them lewdly saying, "Hey, these two chicks are dressed really sexy! They must be lonely with just
one man, right? Come play with us!" The two women, unable to move their hands or speak, their faces flushed red, could only stare longingly at me.
Just as we were about to be exposed, a burly policeman walked over and shouted, "What do you guys think you're doing?" The thugs had no choice but to leave,
one muttering as he went, "Such beautiful chicks, and he's got them all..." I thanked the policeman profusely, and the two women, their mouths filled with semen and urine, also
looked at him with gratitude.
The policeman didn't say anything, but carefully examined the two women who couldn't speak before walking away, full of suspicion.
Finally, it was time to get our tickets checked, and people surged towards the entrance like a tide. To avoid giving ourselves away, we waited until most people had left before getting our tickets checked.
The ticket inspector kindly reminded us, "Hurry up, the train's about to leave." As we entered the platform, the first train bell rang. I took off
running towards the carriage, the two women swaying as they followed closely. Suddenly, I heard my wife cry out "Ouch!" behind me. I turned around and saw her
lying on the ground, struggling to get up, but her cloak was tightly wrapped around her, and her hands were tied behind her back. She struggled a few times but couldn't get up.
I quickly ran back, scooped her up, and ran.
When we reached the soft-sleeper carriage door, Jenny suddenly clamped her legs together, refusing to take another step. I knew the dildo inserted in her lower body was about to slip off, so
I dared not separate my legs. But I couldn't separate them, and could only watch helplessly.
Jenny, the American, had a brilliant idea! She stood with her legs together, hopping and skipping like a frog onto the train. I quickly carried my wife onto the train as well,
leaving the conductor speechless with astonishment.
I opened the door to the soft-sleeper compartment, and Jenny eagerly jumped in, plopped down on the berth, and let out a long sigh of relief. I guessed the two dildos
were back inside her.
My wife also wriggled out of my arms and hurriedly sat down next to Jenny, also letting out a sigh of relief. Apparently, the dildos inside her were about to come loose too.
I was about to make a joke to them when the curious flight attendant opened the door and came in, looking strangely at the two women sitting side by side, looking embarrassed.
"Sir, we haven't exchanged our tickets yet!" the attendant asked. I quickly pulled out my ticket and exchanged it for a pass, saying, "Thank you, miss. These two are my college classmates. They're not feeling well today,
so please don't disturb us." The attendant agreed and left, giving the two silent women a suspicious look as she went.
The train rumbled to a stop. I went over and locked the door, smiling at them, "I've reserved all four berths. No one will
bother us from now until we get off tomorrow morning. Enjoy yourselves." At this moment, my wife leaned weakly on Jenny's shoulder, letting out a painful groan.
I then remembered that she had just fallen, so I quickly squatted down, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her stockings. Goodness, there were large bruises below her two pink knees
; no wonder she couldn't get up! I tenderly kissed the two bruises.
My wife looked at me with unusually gentle eyes, making soft moaning sounds, looking touched. After a while, my wife suddenly squeezed her legs together, twisting her body
, her eyes full of pleading.
I asked, "Do you need to pee?" My wife nodded vigorously.
Jenny seemed to catch my eye, squeezing her legs together and swaying her hips, winking at me.
Suddenly, a wicked thought crossed my mind. I pulled two more ropes from my travel bag and tied their feet tightly as well. Then I laid them face to face on the berth,
laughing , "Now you're both my sex slaves, and I call the shots. Go ahead and pee in your skirts!" The two women were positioned head to toe, squeezed sideways
into the less than one-meter-wide berth. My wife's shoe tips pressed against Jenny's chin, and Jenny's stiletto heels rested on my wife's cheek. They both whimpered, clearly in
great pain.
At this moment, the train entered the mountains, sometimes going downhill, sometimes entering tunnels, making the ride even more bumpy. The two women took turns pinning each other's heads and feet down,
unable to turn over or speak, unable even to exchange a glance for cooperation. They could only huddle on their bunks, groaning and suffering.
Listening to their miserable commotion, I lay down contentedly on the other bunk, pulled up a blanket, and soon drifted off to sleep.
I woke up once in the middle of the night to hear the two women still rustling and writhing, clearly uncomfortable and unable to sleep. Feeling pleased with my impromptu performance, I
turned over and went back to sleep.
The next morning, the train's announcement startled me awake; we were almost at our destination. I got out of bed and went to the women's bunk. They were still
huddled together, their eyes dark-rimmed, their faces contorted in pain, looking at me pitifully. I reached under their skirts and felt their wool socks and cashmere skirts; they had
clearly wet the bed the night before. My wife had probably urinated twice; even her cloak was soaked.
I untied the ropes binding their feet, helped them sit up, and laughed, "We're almost at my uncle's house. You've slept and urinated, now get ready to get off
." Then I reached under their crotches and pushed the dildos further in to prevent them from falling out after we got off.
The train arrived at the station, and I led the two women off.
It was the dead of winter, and a biting wind blew across the platform. The women's wet skirts clung to their skin, and the wind made them shiver.
My wife was especially cold, her nose and eyes running.
I went over and wiped my wife's face with a handkerchief, said, "Let's go," and strode towards the exit.
The two poor women, afraid of being left behind, stumbled and scrambled along. My wife, her knee injury still healing, limped behind.
An officer who got off the train at the same time saw my wife struggling to walk and asked if I needed help. My wife stared at me with terrified eyes and shook her head repeatedly, on the verge of tears.
I rushed back, grabbed my wife's arm, and practically dragged her out of the station.
We got off the train in a small county town, more than an hour's drive from my uncle's house. After leaving the train station, we went to the long-distance bus station.
The rural bus station was very rudimentary, with only a rain shelter and not even a chair. We had no choice but to stand by the roadside to wait for the bus.
The sky was foggy, the temperature was very low, the streets were sparsely populated, and the wind was stronger than on the platform. My wife's legs were shivering from the cold, and she couldn't help but squat down by the roadside.
I remembered that when I checked her bruises last night, I had pulled her wool socks down to her knees and hadn't pulled them up. Later, she had urinated twice in her skirt, and now,
standing barefoot in the cold wind with her wet legs, how could she not be freezing and squat down? But she was still wearing two dildos, and if she squatted down like that, they would soon fall out.
Sure enough, after squatting for less than two minutes, my wife stood up with a speed I'd never seen before, her legs clamped together like a straight stick, groaning softly.
I quietly walked behind her, raised my knee, and forcefully pushed against her slightly upturned buttocks. She groaned, and urine dripped from under her skirt, soaking
her fashionable, sexy stilettos, though her tightly pressed legs relaxed slightly.
A dusty, old bus pulled up; it was the only long-distance bus to my uncle's village.
Once on board, I deliberately seated them in the very last row—the mountain road was rugged, and I was sure they'd be jolted out every last drop of urine.
As soon as the bus left the city, it turned onto a bumpy mountain road, the bus swaying violently, especially the back row, where passengers
could barely stay seated for a second. Several passengers, unable to bear the jolting any longer, got up and stood at the front.
I was also dizzy and nauseous from the jolting, but I still held onto the two women and sat in the last row.
The two women were flushed, their lips pursed and eyes wide. With each jolt of the bus, the water stains on their skirts widened; halfway through the journey, both cashmere skirts
were soaked.
A captivating scene unfolded before my eyes: four dildos transformed into four living snakes, leaping and thrashing in the women's vaginas and anuses, drawing out streams of vaginal fluid;
their delicate bladders tightened and loosened, like repeatedly squeezed water sacs; their urethral sphincter muscles completely lost their elasticity, urine flowing freely out of their bodies.
When the bus passed a stretch of cobblestone riverbank road, the two women's bodies trembled violently as if electrocuted. My wife, tears streaming down her face and urine dripping from her buttocks, could no
longer bear it. Her throat gurgled, she swallowed all the semen she had held for over ten hours, and coughed violently. After coughing, she collapsed into my arms
, panting heavily.
Although Jenny was physically strong, she was still quite dizzy from the jolting and had to tilt her head back to avoid spitting out her urine.
The car finally stopped beside a picturesque little village. The two women got up from their wet seats and followed me, tumbling and scrambling out of the car.
I untied their hands and told them we had arrived. Jenny swallowed the urine and
exclaimed repeatedly at the small village nestled among the mountains, "What a wonderful view!" My wife, pale and weak, slumped in my arms, playfully punching me with her small fists, scolding, "You're
so mean! You've made me feel like I'm dying. Last night on the train, they wouldn't let me use the toilet, and I peed all over my pants." I laughed, "This year you..."
"I didn't even wear pants, how could I have peed my crotch? At most, I peed my skirt."
My wife pinched my butt and continued, "This morning, I was cold and squatted for a while, and I didn't expect my two dildos to almost fall out. You, on the other hand, used your knee
to push back in, and you pushed the dildos out too, and my legs were almost frozen into two icicles! Later, on the bus, I was so jolted around that I peed my butt,
it felt like my butt was soaked in pee. I'm really wondering, I didn't drink much water yesterday, how come I had so much pee?" I looked at the two women's wet skirts that were emitting a foul smell
and laughed triumphantly, "You didn't drink much water yesterday, but you each drank a can of watermelon juice. Sweet things are the easiest to hold your pee in, so you had so much
pee."
This village is far from the city and is not a scenic spot. Even people from other places are rarely seen, let alone foreigners. So when the blonde, blue-eyed
Jenny walked into the village, she immediately attracted countless curious glances and whispers. Jenny clearly believed it was due to her charm, so she held her high
breasts even higher and swayed her full hips even more enthusiastically.
When we arrived at my uncle's house at the village entrance, my uncle and aunt, who had already heard the news, were already waiting at the gate with a group of cousins. As soon as they saw us, they immediately surrounded us,
asking all sorts of questions , keeping us busy.
Jenny, imitating us, squeezed out a broken Chinese phrase: "Shushuhao (Hello, Uncle), Shenshenhao (Hello, Aunt)," which made everyone burst into laughter.
We distributed the small gifts we had brought to everyone. The gifts were small and not very valuable, but they were all genuine American goods, small and exquisite. The relatives
were overjoyed and thanked us profusely.
My uncle had made a lot of money from dairy farming over the years and had built several new houses in the previously empty courtyard. He quickly prepared two empty rooms for us.
My wife had just changed into a clean dress and hadn't even taken out her dildo when my snotty-nosed nephew ran in and invited us to the main room for dinner.
We left the room and saw Jenny from next door waddling over. Judging from her gait, she probably hadn't removed the dildo.
The octagonal table in the main room was already laden with various Anhui-style dishes, along with a bottle of Gujinggong, a famous Anhui liquor.
My uncle's family kept piling food and pouring wine for the three of us. The two women, however, paid no attention to the food or the wine, only drinking bowl after bowl of soup.
A whole pot of bone broth was gone in no time, astonishing everyone at the table. This was understandable; they hadn't had a drop of water since the previous night, and in the past dozen
or so hours they had urinated repeatedly, their bodies almost completely dehydrated. Naturally, they were parched and drank the soup like oxen.
After the meal, the two women, their bellies bulging, returned to their room and fell asleep immediately. I, on the other hand, spent the afternoon chatting with my uncle's family.
At dinner time, two meticulously dressed women sat down at the table with refined manners, their elegant eating habits surprising my uncle's family once again.
Late at night, Jenny ran barefoot into our room, frantic: "Where is that strong bull?" "Where is that
strong bull?" my wife translated.
"What's the rush? Tomorrow I'll let you fuck that bull to your heart's content," I said.
"Don't worry. That bull will fuck you tomorrow." "But what can I do now?"
"Let's do a series of intercourse, oral sex followed by anal sex." Saying this, I had my naked wife lie down with her legs spread, and then had Jenny, naked from the waist down, kneel between her legs
and lick her genitals, while I knelt behind Jenny and sodomized her.
My penis was inserted into Jenny's anus, and Jenny's tongue was inside my wife's vagina. Penis in, tongue in; penis out, tongue out. The two
women were panting and drenched in sweat, too afraid to cry out, they could only frantically rub their breasts and genitals.
The next morning, my uncle's family went to visit their neighbors for the New Year. I excused myself, saying I was going for a walk, and took the two women, dressed in skirts but without underwear, out of the village.
We arrived at a cattle farm less than five miles from the village. I took out fifty yuan and gave it to the old man tending the farm, telling him to go back to the village to buy some wine, and that we would look after the cattle farm.
The old man happily went off. We entered the cattle farm, passing rows of black and white cows, and arrived at a rather clean and well-maintained barn. I pointed to
a bull grazing peacefully and said, "This is the bull I was talking about. It's my uncle's darling. It has a strong sex drive and a large amount of semen.
Cows that mate with it produce more and better milk after giving birth. It's made a lot of money for my uncle over the years, more than enough to satisfy a couple of men." My wife, captivated by the bull's majestic appearance, forgot
to translate and went over to stroke its back, praising, "What beautiful coat! It's glossy and smooth, like satin. The muscles are so firm; that's what you call masculine strength. Unlike
you, all fat, like a eunuch."
I said resentfully, "Then you should let it fuck you too!" Jenny's gaze remained fixed on the bull's enormous penis. That penis was at least fifty
centimeters long and nearly ten centimeters thick, with prominent veins, and a glossy black color. Jenny couldn't help but kneel down, gently stroking the glans, saying, "Oh my god
, what a big cock, so long, so thick, so strong!" My wife groaned, "My God, what a big cock! So long, so thick, so
strong !" Jenny lifted her skirt, revealing her white, shiny buttocks, and slowly crawled under the cow's belly. She supported herself with one hand and grabbed the bull's whip with the other, poking wildly at her buttocks.
But her hand was small and the whip was large; after struggling for a long time, she couldn't get it in. Frustrated, she cried out, "Help me, please, help me!" My wife and I grabbed the bull's whip from either side of the cow
, aimed the fist-sized glans at Jenny's wet vulva, and thrust it in hard.
Jenny cried out in pleasure, arching her buttocks back forcefully.
The bull's whip, thicker than my arm, disappeared little by little into Jenny's vulva—ten centimeters, twenty centimeters, thirty centimeters, forty centimeters… Jenny
panted heavily , her whole body trembling, her buttocks heaving back and forth. At first, it was slow and gentle; then the speed increased, and a "gurgling" sound came from her vagina.
The bull was also aroused; its hind hooves braced against the ground, and its muscles throbbed like countless tiny mice,
thrusting wildly as if mating with a cow.
The nearly half-meter-long bullwhip was pounding and thrusting inside Jenny, making me dizzy and my eyes feel like they were about to burst. My wife clutched her breasts and buttocks, her juices flowing down to her feet,
soaking her shoes.
Jenny's blonde hair was disheveled, and she roared repeatedly, even more frenzied than a cow in heat.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Suddenly, the bull's eyes widened, its tail rose, and its half-meter-long penis was fully inserted into Jenny's
vagina. I had seen this bull mate with a cow before and knew this was the prelude to ejaculation, so I quickly focused my gaze.
Sure enough, the bull's penis trembled violently, and Jenny let out even more frantic screams: "Shoot!
Shoot! Oh, how hot the spunk!" "Ejaculate! Ejaculate! Ah, the semen is so hot!" The wife also let out a soul-stirring cry.
The bull's penis finally slid limply out of Jenny's vagina, and the snow-white semen dripped to the ground like beads from a broken string.
The wife desperately bent down to lick the semen. But her mouth was too small to fit the fist-sized bull's glans into her mouth, so she could only stretch out her tongue and lick back and forth on
the 's penis, finally sucking hard at the urethra. Only after sucking and licking the last drop of semen clean did she reluctantly emerge from under the bull's belly,
carefully savoring the remaining semen in her mouth.
Jenny was still lying on the ground, heaving violently. Her vulva was stretched to the size of a bowl, thick, slippery semen gushing out like a white waterfall
spraying onto the ground, staining her two black stilettos milky white.
Looking at Jenny's unusually satisfied expression, my wife complained, "Her cunt is full, but my mouth is still hungry." I laughed, "Want to be full? It's
easy. You lie down on the ground, and let Jenny squat on your face, pouring all the semen from her cunt onto you." My wife was overjoyed, quickly saying a few words to Jenny, then
opening her mouth and lying on her back on the ground. Jenny groaned and climbed onto my wife's head, squatting down, the semen pouring down on her face, which my wife gulped down with delight.
On the way home, my wife excitedly chattered on and on: "We don't even need lunch, we're full just from all this bull semen!" She winked at me playfully:
"Bull semen is plentiful and sweet, much better than your semen." I helplessly shrugged: "Humans are inferior to bulls, it's an old saying." That afternoon, we went to
the cattle farm again and repeated our plan. We first sent the old man away, then headed straight for the bull pen.
This time, Jenny came up with a new idea. She lifted her skirt to her waist, completely exposing her lower body, then crawled under the bull's belly, her belly
pressed against the bull's, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around the bull's body. We tied her and the bull together with ropes, her wide-open vulva perfectly aligned with the bull's penis.
My wife and I together inserted the bull's glans into her overflowing vulva. Having learned from the morning's experience, the bull no longer needed guidance and
began .
Jenny, dangling from the bull's belly, tossed her blonde hair and yelled wildly, "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Fuck!
Fuck!" On a whim, I untied the reins from the post and slapped the bull's rump hard. Startled, the bull
bolted . The white flesh hanging from its belly bounced up and down, intensifying the whipping. Jenny's howls, like those of a female animal,
echoed through the cattle yard, sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes loud
, sometimes soft. My wife, her heart pounding, couldn't contain herself and leaned limply against me, murmuring, "So wild, so thrilling! Jenny is having a blast
." The bull ran around the fence a dozen times before slowing down, strutting
back hanging between its legs. Jenny stopped screaming, her hands drooping down, her legs dragging on the ground, hanging from the cow's belly like a dead woman.
My wife and I were shocked. We rushed over, untied the ropes, and laid the unconscious Jenny flat on the ground. We pinched her philtrum and performed artificial respiration. After
a long while, Jenny finally let out a long breath, slightly opened her eyes, and said weakly, "He drove me crazy and wild. What a turn-on!
I'm fucking for him!" "He drove me crazy, what a wonderful orgasm, he almost fucked me to death!" My wife translated as she knelt down
to lick the semen from Jenny's genitals.
At dinner, Jenny had a good appetite, eating bowl after bowl. My wife, however, looked sickly, only taking a few bites of food before putting down her chopsticks and going back to her room.
Seeing this, I quickly ate a few bites and followed her.
I entered the room and was about to turn on the light when my wife rushed out from behind the door, grabbed me, and frantically tore at my pants while panting
, "Jenny was fucked by the bull all day, she's satisfied, but my pussy feels so empty and uncomfortable! Take off your pants and fuck me hard, let me have my fun too
." I realized she was already completely naked, and quickly said, "Lock the door, be careful someone comes in!" My wife gripped my
penis tightly with one hand, slammed the door shut with the other, pushed me forcefully onto the bed, then straddled me, positioned her vulva against my penis, and began to thrust vigorously.
It was the first time I'd seen my wife so desperately seeking pleasure; my heart pounded, my penis was hard and dripping wet, and I ejaculated with moans in no time.
My wife continued to thrust frantically, but my uncooperative penis gradually shrank and finally slipped out of her vagina.
My wife grumbled, "You're so useless, you can't even last five minutes. Look at that bull, he's been fucking Jenny's cunt for over an hour, he's having so much fun!"
I smiled bitterly, "That's a stud bull, and none of the stud bulls in the surrounding area can compare to it, how can I compare to it?" My wife was silent for a while, then
said in a pleading tone, "How about tomorrow, can that bull fuck me too, so I can taste the flavor of a bull's cock?" "No way! Jenny's cunt is already big,
and she's been fucked by so many male animals, she even passed out from being fucked today. How can your little cunt take it? Are you crazy!" I refused flatly.
"My cunt may not be as deep as Jenny's, but it's not necessarily smaller than hers, we can try tomorrow! Good brother, good husband, please say yes!"
My wife clung to me, pleading sweetly.
I hesitated for a moment and said, "How about we try the thickest dildo first? If it goes in, a cow's dildo will probably go in too." My wife jumped for joy
: "That dildo is with Jenny, let's go try it." We got dressed and went next door, explaining our purpose to Jenny. Jenny readily agreed and
pulled out the arm-thick artificial penis from under her skirt. It seems Jenny fills her vagina completely every night before sleeping; she's a truly slutty foreign woman!
My wife lay on the bed with her legs wide open, and I slowly inserted the wet dildo with both hands. After only half the glans was in, my wife cried out, "Oh, it
's too thick! My vagina is going to tear! Can you slow down?" "Your vagina is small, but you still want to show off. I think you shouldn't try anymore," I said, pretending to be angry.
"No, no, no, keep going in, I can take it," my wife quickly grabbed my hand.
I found it difficult to push it in all the way, so I tried moving it back and forth, one inch in and half an inch out, then another inch in and half an inch out. This method worked, and soon I
had inserted more than ten centimeters.
My wife's narrow vulva was completely filled, with not a single gap. She was panting and moaning, "...My vagina feels so full...the flesh is about to burst
...but it's...so comfortable..." My penis slowly went in halfway, about twenty centimeters, and couldn't go any further. I said, "Your vagina too..."
"That's all the way in, I can't go any further." My wife gasped, "...Try pulling back and forth...go slowly..." I began to move slowly.
My wife trembled all over, moaning like a bitch in heat. Afraid of disturbing her uncle's family, Jenny quickly pulled another dildo out of her anus
and shoved it into her mouth. My wife's moans were immediately muffled, only low whimpers coming from deep in her throat.
Her vaginal fluids gushed out continuously, and I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, taking advantage of the lubrication. My wife's body twisted, convulsed, trembled, and
jolted; her erect clitoris was red as if it were about to bleed, her body was covered in large beads of sweat, and a sound that was neither crying nor sobbing came from her throat.
Suddenly, my wife's buttocks jerked forward, and my penis was swallowed more than ten centimeters deeper. Then she let out a shrill, muffled wail, and her body
fell the bed, motionless.
In a panic, I didn't even bother to pull out the dildo; I rushed over and started mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. After a while, my wife slowly woke up, looked down, and
exclaimed with delight, "Look, this thick cock can go in more than thirty centimeters! Tomorrow I can let that bull fuck me too!" I followed her gaze.
Sure enough , the artificial penis, thicker than my arm and half a meter long, was already two-thirds of the way into her vagina! Although her lower body was squeezed and deformed,
there were no signs of tearing, bleeding, or other injuries. It seemed that the bull could rape another woman.
Jenny clapped her hands and shouted, "Your pussy is as big as mine!" My wife translated in a sweet voice, "Jenny said my pussy is
as big as hers." I stared blankly at my wife's infinitely expanded vulva, unsure whether to feel worried or happy. But the thought of my petite wife
mating with that strong bull tomorrow filled me with a strange excitement.
The next morning, the three of us went to the cattle farm again. The old man tending the farm, already aware of our presence, walked away. We headed straight for the bull pen.
My wife was clearly nervous; trembling, she lifted her skirt, tying it several times before finally securing it around her waist. Then, imitating Jenny, she climbed under the bull's belly,
her trembling buttocks raised towards the enormous bull's penis
. Jenny and I, working together, inserted the bull's glans into my wife's vagina.
My wife pressed her face to the ground, moaning and pushing her buttocks back. The thick bull's penis slowly disappeared into her body.
When most of it was inside, my wife began to thrust back and forth, emitting ecstatic moans. The bull, already used to this, used the same
brute force rape my wife.
My wife's moans gradually turned into frenzied wails: "...Bull husband...your cock is so big...so thick...fuck me hard...fuck this
cow in heat...fuck me to death...woof woof woof..." The wails then turned into cries of pleasure.
I was burning with desire, and without thinking, I pulled down my pants and started masturbating. After only a few strokes, my semen gushed out. Jenny,
prepared , bent down, opened her sexy red lips, and caught all my semen in her mouth, swallowing it with relish.
The bull's wife, beneath him, twisted desperately, her black hair plastered to her face with sweat, obscuring her expression. Only her increasingly loud
cries : "...Brother Bull...Brother Bull...your big cock feels so good...shoot all your semen into this slutty cow's womb...waaaah
...this slutty cow is about to be fucked to death..." Suddenly, the bull's eyes widened, and he let out a long bellow. I knew this was a sign the bull was about to ejaculate, and I thought,
"Oh no!" I was about to step forward, but it was too late—his half-meter-long penis was thrust into my wife's vagina!
My wife's eyes rolled back, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Jenny and I hurriedly pulled out the bull's penis, thankfully finding no blood on it. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly began CPR on my wife.
My wife was covered in sweat, her lips bluish-purple, and it took her a while to regain her senses. She stammered, "Was I... fucked to death by the bull...?" Jenny was
excitedly yelling beside her. I couldn't understand what she was saying, and I didn't bother listening to my wife's translation. I quickly reached into my wife's vagina to check for injuries.
My wife's vagina was stretched wide and deep, covered in slippery bull semen. My palm went in without any resistance, then my wrist, my forearm, and finally even
my elbow before I reached the soft flesh at the end.
I was shocked: when had my wife's vagina become so deep? I vaguely recalled that when my hand had penetrated about twenty centimeters, there seemed to be a tight
, small opening that then widened. Suddenly, it dawned on me: "I get it! The bull's penis just pierced your cervix and went into your uterus.
Luckily, your uterus is big enough, otherwise the bull's penis would have pierced your stomach! It's truly a blessing from heaven. No, it's a blessing from heaven for you. No, it's a blessing from heaven for us!"
My wife's face gradually regained the flush that only appeared when she was sexually satisfied. She said languidly, "How is it?
Now my cunt is as big and as deep as Jenny's. Let's see how you satisfy me from now on!" "That's easy! From now on, I'll use my hand to fuck you; it's flexible
and convenient, perfect!" I said with a lewd grin.
My wife translated my words to Jenny, and the two women hugged each other and laughed.
In the following days, whenever we had free time, we went to the cattle farm. Both women wanted to have sex with the sexually voracious bulls, and they argued fiercely. Finally, I came up with
a solution. I had them kneel side by side with their buttocks sticking out, and I grabbed the bull's penis, inserting it into one and then poking the other, letting them take turns satisfying each other.
When the bull was about to ejaculate, I had them both open their mouths to catch it, and I masturbated the bull, ensuring that both of them could drink enough semen.
The sweet and wild holiday quickly came to an end, and we had to go back.
Before leaving, I filled their vaginal openings with dildos as usual. Jenny was fine; the original one would do. My wife's vagina had been stretched
several times , and the original dildo would fall out as soon as it was inserted, rendering it useless. My clever wife then wrapped the dildo with strips of cloth three times on the left and three times on the right, finally
managing to insert it into her vagina perfectly.
After saying goodbye to my uncle's family, we took a long detour and returned to the cattle farm. The two women performed oral sex on the bull together, and in no time, each of them had
a mouthful of semen, then they returned to the roadside to wait for their ride, their lips tightly pressed together.
On the bumpy train ride, the two women, as usual, wet their skirts, but they didn't swallow the semen.
In the train compartment, I tied their feet and threw them onto a bunk. They writhed in agony all night, unable to utter a sound—
probably because they had so much semen in their mouths; even the slightest groan would cause some to spill or be swallowed.
Back in the city, the two exhausted women practically crawled home.
From then on, our sex life entered a new phase. Sometimes Jenny would come to our house for a wild time, sometimes we'd go to Jenny's apartment to make love. Regardless of...
There, we always shared a bed as a trio, engaging in a series of orgys. When they needed satisfaction, I would simultaneously thrust both arms into their vaginas, pumping back and forth until both women reached
orgasm; when I needed satisfaction, I would take turns anally engaging with them, or they would simultaneously perform oral sex on me, then vie to drink my semen.
Once, on a whim, I inserted my feet into the vaginas of two women. Although they cried out in pain, they couldn't help but press their vulvas against my feet
until my knees were submerged in their lower bodies… My sexual journey was like this, changing every month, innovating every year, not only achieving the greatest sexual
satisfaction but also ensuring the enduring love between my wife and me.
[The End]

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