Real romantic encounters

I own a textile machinery manufacturing plant. I benefited from the reform and opening-up policy. Besides work, I have no other vices except for a fondness for a drink. With improved living standards and a lack of physical activity due to business commitments, I've started to gain weight before I even turned 40. It's not an exaggeration to say that 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. Therefore, I decided to go hiking every morning, and I've been doing it for over six months. Although my waistline hasn't decreased significantly, my overall health feels much better than before. The mountain I climb is within a martyrs' cemetery. At the summit is a martyrs' memorial tower, estimated to be over 20 meters tall. The south side of the tower bears 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's an unnamed tree with a branch that grows horizontally, almost as tall as the railing, about half a meter away. When you sit on the railing, your feet hook onto this branch, making it perfect for doing sit-ups. So, many people line up in the mornings to do sit-ups there. When there's a free moment, I'll do a few myself. I don't go hiking every day; when I'm not traveling, I usually go 4-5 times a week. In the six months or so I've been hiking, I've met many men and women. Among the many women, a young woman gradually caught my attention. She had a natural beauty, very sexy lips, was in her thirties, with fair and delicate skin, and 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 wasn't too thin or 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 was dressed very elegantly in designer sportswear, both stylish and energetic. She wasn't very talkative 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 our casual conversation, I learned that her husband was the chairman of a well-known local shipping company. I had met her husband a few times (during meetings), but I didn't tell them that I knew him. The day the story happened was a Saturday. Because I had a social engagement the night before and slept late, 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 saw it was Xia. "Hello, Xia! Why are you so late today?" I greeted her. "Oh! Hello, my son is going to his grandmother's house today, and I'm getting some things ready for him, that's why I'm late," she replied, panting as she did her sit-ups. The first time I saw her in this outfit, she was wearing blue, tight-fitting mid-length athletic pants (some people used to call them bullet pants) and a loose-fitting yellow short-sleeved sweatshirt. She was wearing shoes from a very famous American outdoor gear brand—I forget the exact name, but I'd bought a pair at their Shanghai store before; they were very expensive. She looked very stylish. 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 looked really good, I looked at her a few more times, and suddenly I noticed that as she did sit-ups, the tight pants revealed the very full outline of her pubic area. "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 trembled 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 even closer, almost within reach, but received no response. Unable to resist, I suddenly reached out and touched her mound of Venus, which resembled a steamed bun. I felt her body tremble as if electrocuted, and she immediately stopped her sit-ups and rolled off the bed. She was quite surprised that my usually well-behaved behavior would be so unexpected, and her face turned bright red. Realizing that there was no one else around, she felt she was in danger and wanted to leave immediately. I quickly grabbed her (I was incredibly audacious!). She was momentarily at a loss, and in her panic, she tried desperately to break free. But my arms were like iron hoops, holding her tightly; 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. If I couldn't 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, and my penis was pressed against her lower abdomen, which was incredibly stimulating. "Stop it... let me go... no..." she struggled fiercely. At this moment, I truly experienced the power of lust. Her cries acted like a stimulant, further arousing 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, struggling to break free. There wasn't a soul in sight, so I wasn't afraid of her screams. "No...no...let me go...waaaah..." she cried, continuing to resist. But no matter how much she resisted, she was still a woman. Breaking free from the embrace of a 1.80-foot-tall, burly man like me was no easy feat; her resistance was futile. As time passed, I sensed her resistance weakening through my storm of attacks. A frail woman was ultimately no match for a man consumed by lust. I pressed my lower body against hers, cupped her head in my hands, and kissed her lips, but she wouldn't open them, making progress difficult. I switched hands to hold her head and continued kissing, freeing one hand to move downwards, trying to slip inside her loose-fitting pants. Sensing my approach, she immediately switched her hands from pushing me away to grabbing my genitals, attempting to stop my advance. I was certainly capable of penetrating her pants, but I still had some sense; tearing her pants would have serious consequences. Unable to penetrate her immediately, I touched her breasts from the outside to temporarily satisfy my craving, while rubbing my hard penis against her lower abdomen. "Please... let me go... oh... no... oh... please..." Her pleas and moans mingled. I gave up on kissing her lips and lowered my head to kiss her breasts. Even through her clothes and bra, I noticed she was trembling, knowing 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 me from violating her breasts. However, she made a rather "fatal" mistake. While this somewhat hindered my penetration, the resistance from below weakened instantly, and I seized the opportunity to slip inside her pants, thrusting downwards to her most prized possession. Finally, I touched her breasts, which felt like a steamed bun, a gesture I was willing to risk jail time for. The moment I touched them, I trembled with excitement. This treasure was truly extraordinary, incredibly full and plump. Gently caressing it in my palm, I noticed her pubic hair was sparse, making it feel fleshy. It was truly the first time I had ever experienced such a beautiful vulva. Such a treasure was rare and precious; now that I had it, I was determined to possess her at any cost. 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 nestled in the already incredibly wet and hot crease. As his middle finger gently slid upwards, touching her clitoris like a soybean, she trembled even more violently. "Oh...no...oh..." he thought, "Damn, this slut is quite sexy." Why am I having such good luck with women today? Was it because I donated to an MDnow a few days ago?I need a kidney transplant, and God, seeing my kind heart, is rewarding me today... Strange! Touching her, her labia majora are much fuller than normal and almost hairless, very smooth. My middle finger keeps digging and picking at the clitoris, each time it slides over her clitoris, she trembles more violently, the clitoris is incredibly wet. "Oh...oh...no...oh...let...me...go...oh...oh...no...don't...oh...please...ah..." She keeps kicking my legs, her hands are just weakly holding mine, feeling powerless to change anything, she gradually gives up resisting, two lines of tears stream down her face, a feeling of pity arises. "I'm sorry, Xia, I'm really captivated by you." I lick away the bitter tears with my tongue, and then press it against her lips, wow! This time she hardly resisted, my tongue smoothly entered her mouth, like a dragon entering the sea, rolling and twisting with her tongue. Feeling one step closer to success, my confidence grew, and I increased the frequency of my thrusts. Her trembling intensified, a continuous, trembling sound, and the secretions she produced (I swear on my honor) were an absolute flood, slippery, wet, and hot. "Ugh...ugh...oh...ugh...oh..." she groaned softly with each tremor. Now it was time for my little brother to make his appearance. I immediately pulled down my sweatpants and underwear, and my now rock-hard penis sprang forth without a sound, proudly paying homage to her. "Oh...so good..." I groaned, a mixture of exclamation and moaning. I couldn't believe men could moan during sex, damn it! I wanted to pull her pants down a little more so my little brother could meet her, but I encountered resistance again. She held onto her waistband tightly with both hands and refused to let go. Although I had pulled it down to the point where her pubic hair was beginning to show, I couldn't get it to the desired position. I didn't dare to push any further, afraid of tearing the pants. I could only hook my thumb around her waistband while my middle finger continued to flick, poke, dig, rub, and chase her clitoris, vagina, and labia minora. "Oh...oh..." I heard her let out a muffled, natural moan. I felt hopeful and increased the frequency of my tongue rolling and digging. "Oh...oh...oh...no...oh...ah..." Her body trembled violently in waves, and her moans gradually grew louder. My fingers slid into her vagina and explored around, and I 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 clenched, her buttocks began to tremble rhythmically, and I could feel her vagina contracting powerfully. "Oh...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 little brother, which I had already lost control of, heard her high-decibel lewd moans, and my perineum contracted, a stream of hot fluid gushing out from the head of my penis, all of it shooting onto her lower abdomen, slowly flowing down to 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 very guilty and a little lost. There was no other way now. Without even cleaning his own penis, he quickly pulled up his pants and pulled out a tissue to wipe her clean. First, he wiped the semen from her lower abdomen, then moved downwards, cleaning the semen from her waistband. Then, he gently wiped 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 said, apologizing and coaxing 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. Below, 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 mistake...I'm sorry." As the cleaning continued, coupled with visual stimulation, I felt my uncle, who hadn't been cleaned yet, gradually reviving inside my pants. To allow him to truly savor the pleasure, 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 a passionate encounter. After this provocative "cleaning," I noticed glistening vaginal fluid seeping from her opening and closing. This woman was indeed quite horny; with a little trickery, she immediately reacted again—so appealing! I thought to myself, "If only this were my wife!" This thought made my penis even more restless. Amazing! I couldn't believe that my penis, which had just ejaculated, would react so quickly in such a short time. It seemed that my penis was reacting differently than usual when it encountered a beautiful woman. As my penis 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, occasionally penetrating her vagina. "No...no...oh...ah..." The moans rose 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 control 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 tried to push my head away while moaning. As my tongue danced, the moans intensified, and her body began to tremble like a leaf again. "Ah...ah oh...ah..." She screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Her hands, which had been trying to push me away, now held her head as if afraid I would run away. Her body moved rapidly in sync with the in-and-out movements of my tongue, and her vulva arched as if she wanted to swallow my entire tongue. I knew it was time for my little brother to truly enjoy himself, so I immediately pulled down my pants and sat on the ground, lifting her onto my lap so I could see her private parts clearly. "No...no...no...don't..." she cried out, knowing what I was about to do, 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 penis, wanting it to enter immediately. Seeing the time was right, I slowly entered her. She immediately grabbed my arms, moving them back and forth to match my thrusts. "Ah...ah oh...ah..." she howled like a wolf. She had completely lost her initial reserve; perhaps having experienced it once, she didn't care about another, or perhaps she hadn't truly tasted my penis yet, and one orgasm wasn't enough. She was lying down, but perhaps because her lower body had just had some new experiences, her upper body felt a bit empty, so she sat up, straddling my penis, her arms around my neck, her body moving up and down actively in sync. Our tongues were intertwined, her whole body sometimes writhing like a water snake, sometimes moving up and down. "Ah... move... oh... move... move..." She was completely in a frenzied state of lovemaking, her lewd nature instantly exposed. This woman was really fucking horny. I've seen crazy, loud moans during sex, but I've never seen such crazy, loud moans. "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 the best state, and I used all my strength to gradually stand up, hugging her and shaking her desperately. My little brother moved in and out of her vagina as if it were a fish in water, moving in and out effortlessly. "Ah..." So this is how crazy sex can be.The ecstasy, the exhilaration, the immersion, the bliss—the pleasure was indescribable. After about five or six minutes, I noticed her thigh muscles stiffening, her vagina contracting rhythmically. Knowing her orgasm was imminent, I increased the intensity of my thrusts. "Oh…ah…!!!" With a howl, she suddenly stopped moving, her whole body spasming, her buttocks sinking, her vagina contracting rapidly, a surge of heat gushing forth as if from her core, scalding my glans. "Ah…so good!" I let out a moan for the first time in my life; it was truly wonderful. "Ah…move…move…move…oh…move faster…" My voice changed, almost a cry, another orgasm approaching. My penis, infected by her sensation, dared not slack off and continued thrusting vigorously, feeling her vagina spasm again after only a few strokes. With a gasp, "Ah…," her third orgasm of the day was about to arrive. A series of lewd moans followed, sounding almost terrifying. I didn't dare slow down, increasing the intensity of my thrusts. Dizzy and confused, I murmured, "Is it good?... Is it good?" "So good... Oh... So good... Hurry up... Hurry... I'm coming again... Hurry... Hurry up... Oh..." The moans further fueled my latent power, and I launched a final, frenzied thrust. Sweat and vaginal fluids mingled together, our moans blending into one. "I'm going to cum... Are you coming?" I asked. "Hurry up... Oh... Coming... Hurry up... Hurry up... Ah..." With each moan, her body convulsed as she came again. After using up my last bit of strength, I ejaculated all of my semen into her vagina in one gushing stream. The spasms were even more intense than before. I had never seen such an orgasm. I was both excited and a little worried about her health. I slowly sat down and laid her on my lap, letting her lie down. Her vaginal fluid, like rice porridge, mixed with my semen, continued to gush out. She was still convulsing, and the convulsions lasted longer than before. I felt that she was becoming somewhat unconscious, completely immersed in the pleasure brought by the orgasm...

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