A romantic encounter that requires both fate and courage

I own a textile machinery manufacturing plant. Besides work, I don't have any other bad habits, except for a couple of drinks. With improved living standards and a lack of exercise due to being busy with business, I've started to gain weight before I even turned 40. I'm not bragging, but in my youth, I was 1.85 meters tall with a very masculine appearance; several female classmates in high school looked at me differently. However, my current physical condition is not what it used to be, so I decided to go hiking in the mornings. I've been doing this for over six months now. Although my waistline hasn't decreased significantly, my overall physical condition feels much better than before I started hiking. The mountain I climbed was within a martyrs' cemetery. At the summit is a martyrs' memorial tower, probably over 20 meters tall. The south side of the tower has an inscription written by Zhu De. Around the tower is a walkway about 5 meters wide, with a 1-meter-high railing on the outer side. There are entrances and exits on all four sides. Hikers usually do various exercises on this walkway or along the railing after reaching the summit. Outside the railing in the southeast corner, there is an unidentified tree with a branch that grows horizontally to about the same height as the railing, about half a meter away from it. When a person sits on the railing, their feet can be hooked onto this branch, making it a perfect spot for doing sit-ups. So in the morning, many people line up to do sit-ups there. Whenever I have free time, I also do a few sit-ups there. I don't go hiking every day; when I'm not traveling for work, I usually go 4-5 times a week. In the six months or so I've been hiking, I've met quite a few men and women. Among the many women, a young woman gradually caught my attention. She had a natural beauty, very sensual lips, and was in her thirties. Her skin was fair and smooth, and she was about 1.63-1.66 meters tall. She maintained her figure very well, not at all like someone who had given birth (I later learned she was forty and her son was already in middle school). She was neither too thin nor too plump—the kind of woman I like. Judging from her temperament, clothing, and conversation, she didn't seem to come from an ordinary family. She dressed very elegantly, in designer sportswear, looking both sophisticated and energetic. She didn't talk much and rarely joked, but after a while, we could chat for a bit. Everyone called her Xia (probably because there were many older people in the hiking group, so everyone was used to calling her that). During casual conversations, I learned that her husband was the chairman of a well-known local shipping company. I'd met her husband a few times (during meetings), but I hadn't told them I knew him. The story happened on a Saturday. Because I'd had a late-night social engagement the previous weekend, I naturally woke up late the next day. When I reached the summit, it was almost nine o'clock. The path was mostly deserted, but around a bend, I saw a woman doing sit-ups in a tree. I went closer and recognized her as Xia. "Hello, Xia! Why are you so late today?" I greeted her. "Oh! Hello, my son is going to his grandmother's today, and I'm getting some things ready for him, that's why I'm late," she replied, panting. It was the first time I'd seen her dressed like that. She was wearing tight blue mid-length athletic pants (sometimes called bullet pants) and a loose yellow short-sleeved sweatshirt. Her shoes were from a very famous American outdoor gear brand—I forget the exact name, but I'd bought a pair in a Shanghai store before; they were very expensive. She looked very beautiful in her outfit. I started doing leg stretches on the railing next to her, saying, "You look so pretty today, like a little girl!" She didn't answer, probably because I was doing sit-ups. Since she did look really good today, I glanced at her a few more times, and suddenly noticed that as she did sit-ups, the outline of her very full vulva was clearly visible to me because of her tight pants. "Oh," I couldn't help but exclaim. Although I've traveled extensively and seen many women over the years, including some with fuller genitals—generally, fuller genitals are more common in curvier or younger women—it's astonishing that someone her age, whose figure isn't considered curvier, has such a full vulva. It's truly amazing what you can find in this world. I swear to God, I've never seen such a full vulva among all the women I've met. It's not just ordinary fullness; because of the thinness of her tight pants, her labia majora were rounded and shapely, quite full, with a voluptuous appearance. Her breasts were separated by a small stream, and even the outline of her clitoris was clearly visible. Seeing such beauty, my body reacted with a speed I haven't felt in nearly five years. My penis was filled with awe. Looking around, I saw no one, and moved closer to admire her unprecedentedly large, round vulva. Hey! It was better not to look closely; once I got closer, my eyes were glued to it. "Why are you dressed so sexily today?" I started to strike up a conversation. I moved closer to her, almost within reach, but received no response. Completely unable to resist, I suddenly reached out and touched her mound of Venus, which resembled a steamed bun. I felt her body shudder as if electrocuted, and she immediately stopped her sit-ups, rolling over onto the floor. She was quite surprised that my usually well-behaved actions would be so unexpected, and her face turned bright red. Realizing there was no one else around, she felt in danger and tried to escape immediately. I swiftly grabbed her (how audacious!), and she was momentarily stunned, desperately trying to break free. But my arms were like iron clamps around her; how could she escape so easily? As I held her, I immediately tried to kiss her. She turned her head to the side, but I didn't care. Unable to kiss her lips, I kissed her ears, neck, and shoulders—whatever I touched, I kissed, biting and nibbling like a mad dog. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my penis pressed against her lower abdomen—it was incredibly stimulating. "Stop bothering me...let me go...no..." she struggled fiercely. At that moment, I truly experienced the power of boundless lust. Her cries acted like an aphrodisiac, further stimulating my senses. Her resistance only intensified my assault, using both mouth and hands simultaneously. My frenzied attack only provoked her even more frenzied resistance. "Let me go...no...no...ah...help me..." she cried, continuing to struggle. There wasn't a soul in sight; I wasn't afraid of her screams. "No...no...let me go...waaaah..." she cried, continuing to resist. No matter how much she resisted, she was still a woman; trying to break free...It was no easy feat to be embraced by an over 80-year-old burly man; no matter how much she resisted, it was futile. As time went on, I sensed her resistance gradually weakening through my relentless assault. A frail woman was ultimately no match for a man burning with lust. I pressed my lower body against hers, cupped her head in my hands, and kissed her lips, but she refused to open them, making progress difficult. I switched hands, holding her head and continuing to kiss her, while using the other to move downwards, trying to slip inside her loose-fitting waistband. Sensing my approach, she immediately switched her hands from pushing me away to grabbing my genitals, attempting to stop my advance. With enough strength, I was fully capable of penetrating her pants. At that moment, I still retained some rationality; if I tore her pants, the consequences would be severe. Unable to penetrate her immediately, I groped my large breasts outside to temporarily satisfy my craving, while forcefully rubbing my hard penis against her lower abdomen. "Please... let me go... oh... no... oh... please..." Her pleas and moans mingled together. I stopped kissing her and lowered my head to kiss her breasts. Even though there were clothes and a bra between us, I noticed she was trembling. I knew her breasts were particularly sensitive. I continued to nibble, sniff, and kiss her breasts like a pig nibbling on mud. She realized she couldn't hold on any longer and immediately freed one hand to stop my invasion of her breasts. But she made a rather "fatal" mistake. While this somewhat hindered my invasion of her breasts from above, the resistance from below weakened instantly. I took advantage of the situation and slipped inside her pants, then went straight down to her treasure, finally touching the steamed bun-like thing that I was risking jail time for. The moment I touched it, I trembled too; I was so excited. This treasure was truly extraordinary, so full and plump. I gently rubbed it in my palm, feeling that her pubic hair was sparse and it felt fleshy. It was truly the first time I had ever experienced such a wonderful vulva. Such a treasure was rare and precious, and now that I had found it, I was determined to possess it at all costs. His palm caressed her mound-like treasure, while his three fingers were also busy. His index and ring fingers pressed against her labia majora, while his middle finger peeked into her already incredibly wet and hot vulva. As his middle finger gently slid upwards and touched her clitoris, which resembled a soybean, she trembled even more violently. "Oh...no...oh..." he thought, "Damn, this slut is quite sexy." Why is he having such good luck with women today? Is it because I donated to a patient who needed a kidney transplant a few days ago, and God is rewarding me for my kindness? Strange! Her labia majora were much fuller than normal and almost hairless, very smooth. His middle finger kept digging and pecking at her vulva, and each time it slid over her clitoris, she trembled even more violently. Her vulva was incredibly wet and slippery. "Oh...oh...no...oh...let go...me...oh...oh...no...please...ah..." She kept kicking my legs, her hands weakly gripping mine. Feeling powerless to stop it, she gradually gave up resisting, tears streaming down her face, a pang of pity rising within her. "I'm sorry, Xia, I'm completely captivated by you." I licked away her bitter tears with my tongue, then pressed it against her lips. Wow! This time she barely resisted. My tongue entered her mouth smoothly, like a dragon entering the sea, swirling and intertwining with hers. Feeling one step closer to success, my confidence grew, and I increased the frequency of my thrusts. Her trembling intensified, shaking like a sieve, the secretions (I swear on my honor) overflowing, slippery, wet, and hot. "Ugh...ugh...oh...ugh oh...oh..." With each tremor...The 2012 Chinese subtitled video trembled and emitted muffled groans. Now it was time for my little brother to make his appearance. I immediately pulled down my sweatpants and underwear, and my little brother, already as hard as iron, immediately sprang out, proudly paying the highest revolutionary respect to her little sister. "Oh...so good..." I both sighed and groaned. I couldn't believe that men could moan during sex, damn it! I wanted to pull her pants down a little more so that my little brother could meet her little sister, but I encountered an obstacle again. She held onto her waistband tightly with both hands and refused to let go. Although I had pulled down her little sister's pubic hair to the foreground, I couldn't get it to the fore. I didn't dare to increase the force, afraid of tearing the pants. I could only hook her waistband with my thumb and continue to flick, poke, dig, rub, and chase her clitoris, vagina, and labia minora with my middle finger. "Oh...oh..." I heard her emit a muffled, natural groan. I felt hopeful and increased the frequency of my tongue rolling and digging. "Oh...oh...oh...no...oh...ah..." Her body trembled violently, and her moans grew louder. I slid my fingers into her vagina, exploring around, and began to feel her thigh muscles gradually stiffening. "Ah...ah...no...ah...ah...no...no...ah..." She moaned even more lewdly, "No...ah...no...ah...ah...no...ah..." Her thighs tightened, her buttocks began to tremble rhythmically, and I felt her vagina contracting powerfully. "Oh ah...ah...ah...no...ah..." Her whole body stiffened. "Oh ah..." With a pig-like scream, her vagina secreted a huge amount of hot, lustful fluid. My already uncontrollable penis, hearing her high-decibel lewd moans, contracted at the perineum, and a stream of hot fluid gushed out from the tip of my penis, shooting all of my semen onto her lower abdomen, slowly flowing down her vulva, and even staining her waistband with semen. Then I slowly released her body and noticed that her hands were covering her eyes and she seemed to be crying again. Seeing this, I felt really guilty and a little lost. There was no other way now, so I didn't bother cleaning my own penis and quickly pulled up my pants. I hurriedly took out some tissues to clean her up, first wiping the semen from her lower abdomen and then working my way down, cleaning the semen from her waistband. Then I gently cleaned the semen from her pubic hair with the soft tissue. "It's my fault... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Don't cry... You're so beautiful and sexy, I'm so sorry! If you didn't have a husband, I would definitely marry you," I apologized and comforted her as I cleaned her up. She stood there expressionless, like a wooden statue. After cleaning up the semen, I also cleaned up her vaginal fluids. With a gentle nudge, she cooperated and slightly parted her legs, revealing the treasure that drove me crazy. As I cleaned, I carefully examined it. This treasure was indeed different from most women's. I had never seen such a full vulva before. Against her white skin, soft, sparse black pubic hair lay on her mound. Looking down, her clitoris, about the size of a soybean, was half-exposed. Her extremely full labia majora were almost hairless, while her labia minora were slightly purplish and congested. Due to the recent orgasm, her labia majora and minora were slightly parted, and her pinkish vaginal opening was still dripping with beige vaginal fluid. She was probably not fully conscious after being raped, and she didn't react no matter how I cleaned her. When I accidentally touched her clitoris, she jumped up. She was already very sensitive, and now that she had just had an orgasm, she was definitely even more sensitive. "I'm sorry...it was my fault...I'm sorry." As the cleaning continued, coupled with the visual stimulation, I felt my little brother, which hadn't been cleaned in my pants, gradually reviving. To let him truly savor the deliciousness, I slowed down my cleaning, intentionally or unintentionally touching her clitoris and vaginal opening with my fingers, trying to arouse her desire again and enjoy the pleasure of love. After the provocative "cleaning," I noticed that her vaginal opening was again glistening with lustful fluid seeping out. This woman is indeed quite horny; with a little trick, she immediately reacted again. So appealing! I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be if she were my wife! Thinking of this, my little brother became even more restless. Amazing! I myself couldn't believe that my little brother, who had just ejaculated, would react so quickly in such a short time. It seems that my little brother has met a beautiful little sister, and his reaction is different from usual. As my little brother rapidly swelled and grew, I swore to God that I had never touched a woman's genitals before today, including my wife's. At this moment, it was very natural and swift, like a sharp sword, thrusting straight into her "golden dragon." "Ah...no...oh...oh..." I held her buttocks with both hands, my tongue moving quickly from bottom to top, sometimes penetrating her vagina. "No...no...oh...ah..." The moans rang out again like a pig being slaughtered. This slut's moans were definitely different from ordinary people. Most women, even if they moaned, would still be able to restrain themselves when doing this for the first time with a man they knew. But she was like this. Although she didn't want to do this with me, she couldn't control her sexy body. She was a complete "slut," only restricted by her family environment or other factors. "Oh...no...oh...oh...no...ah oh..." she moaned, trying to push my head away. As my tongue danced, the moans intensified, and her body began to tremble like a leaf. "Ah...ah...ah..." she screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Her hands, which had been trying to push me away, now covered her head as if afraid I'd run away. Her body moved rapidly in sync with the in-and-out motion of my tongue, her vulva arching as if trying to swallow my entire tongue. I knew it was time for my little brother to truly enjoy it, so I immediately pulled down my pants, sat on the ground, and pulled her onto my lap, letting her lie there so I could see her private parts clearly. "No...no...no...don't..." she cried, knowing what I was about to do, her mouth uttering these words, her body completely at my mercy. My little brother finally kissed her vulva. I didn't want to enter immediately; I wanted to enjoy it outside first, sliding my hard penis between her clitoris and vaginal opening. Her vagina opened and closed, and she couldn't take it anymore. "Oh...oh...oh...oh ah..." she cried, pressing her body against my little brother.I wanted to get my little brother inside her right away. I figured it was about time, so I slowly entered her body. She immediately grabbed my arms and moved them in and out to match my movements. "Ah...ah...ah!" she howled like a wolf. She had completely lost her initial reserve; maybe she'd already experienced it once and didn't care about another, or maybe she hadn't truly tasted my penis and one orgasm wasn't enough. She had been lying down, but perhaps because her lower body had been exposed to something new, her upper body felt empty, so she sat up, sitting on my penis, her arms around my neck, moving her body up and down actively. Our tongues intertwined, her body sometimes writhing like a snake, sometimes moving up and down. "Ah...move...oh...move...move..." She was completely in a frenzied state of lovemaking, her wanton nature instantly exposed. This woman was really fucking horny; I'd seen people scream wildly during sex, but never anyone screamed so wildly. "Is it good?" I asked. "I...don't...know...oh...oh...so good...so good...oh...so good...move...oh..." She shouted loudly as her vaginal fluids gushed out continuously, making my pubic hair look like it had just come out of the bath. "Slap...slap..." The sound of flesh hitting flesh made intermittent sounds. Under her crazy influence, I also entered my best state, and I used all my strength to gradually stand up, hugging her and shaking her frantically. My little brother moved in and out of her vagina as easily as a fish in water. "Ah..." I didn't know that sex could be so crazy, so pleasurable, so immersive, so wonderful. The pleasure at that moment was truly indescribable. After persisting for about five or six minutes, I noticed that her thigh muscles began to stiffen, and her vagina was contracting rhythmically. I knew that her orgasm was about to come again, so I increased the intensity of my thrusts. "Oh...ah...!!!" With a howl, she suddenly stopped moving, her whole body began to spasm, her buttocks sank, her vagina contracted rapidly, and a hot stream seemed to gush out from the core of her flower, scalding my glans. "Ah...so good!" I let out a moan for the first time in my life, it was so wonderful. "Ah...move...move...move...oh...move faster..." My voice changed, almost like a cry, and another orgasm came. My little brother, infected by her, dared not slack off and continued to thrust hard, and after a few thrusts, I felt her vagina twitch again. With a gasp of "Ah...", the third orgasm of the day was about to come. The moaning also rang out like a howl, which sounded a little terrifying. I dared not slack off and increased the intensity of my thrusts even more. I was dazed and confused, "Is it good?...Is it good?" "Good...oh...so good...faster...faster...I'm coming again...faster...faster...oh..." The moaning further stimulated my latent power, and I launched a final sprint like a madman. Sweat and vaginal fluids mixed together, and the moans of both of us blended together. "I'm going to cum...Are you coming?" I asked. "Come on...Oh...Coming...Come on...Come on...Ah..." With her cries, her body convulsed as she reached her climax again. I used the last of my strength and ejaculated completely into her vagina. The spasms were even more intense than before. I had never seen such an orgasm; I was both excited and worried about her health. I slowly sat down and laid her on my lap, letting her lie down. Her vaginal fluids, like rice porridge, mixed with my semen, continued to gush out. She was still convulsing, the spasms lasting longer than before. I sensed she was somewhat delirious, completely immersed in the pleasure of the orgasm...

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