A super classic (The Flower in the Sea of Sin)

Zhou Ping ,
a student from elementary to middle school, was consistently an excellent student. Among the four hundred students nominated for high school, his past outstanding grades placed him among the top five.
Not only was his academic performance excellent, but he was also quite athletic, possessing a precocious and robust physique for a sixteen-year-old.

"Xiao Ping, your good grades make your mother very proud. If you have the opportunity to attend the parent-teacher conference at school, I'll strut around with pride..."

His mother, Li Xiangping, had already predicted his success even before the high school entrance exam announcements were over.

His father, Zhou Youshan, and sister, Zhou Qianru, shared the same view.

"Mom, Xiao Ping will definitely be at the top, without a doubt," Qianru said, her confidence even stronger than Xiangping's.

Zhou Youshan sat in a recliner, leisurely smoking a cigarette. Listening to their conversation, he seemed to deeply sympathize, silently nodding and showing a satisfied smile.

The family of four hadn't gone out that evening, all gathered around the television chatting.

Unfortunately, the conversation often centered on Zhou Ping, which displeased him considerably.

Zhou Ping seemed to be the center of the family; everyone called him by the nickname "Xiao Ping," pulling him back and forth like a saw.

"Can you please not call me Xiao Ping?"

"Why? Xiao Ping is your name!"

Xiang Ping, holding her two snow-white arms behind her head, combing her hair, looked at Zhou Youshan and giggled seductively.

This was too strange… Zhou Ping wondered.

On the surface, it was a harmonious family. But Zhou Ping sensed an invisible barrier between them. This invisible barrier, like a strange pressure, often made him feel suffocated.

In truth, this family wasn't centered around Zhou Ping; he was merely trapped within their circle, everyone keeping a considerable distance from him.

Just as their outward appearance suggested a distant, unfriendly relationship, it was like dealing with a mentally ill patient at home.

"I'm sixteen years old this year! I'm so tall, even if you're blind, you still have two holes in your eyes!" Zhou Ping, using his family's nickname as an excuse, vented his anger at the unfair treatment he received, deliberately shouting and uttering vulgar words.

Li Xiangping looked surprised. "Wow! How rude! Who taught you that? Maybe you've made some bad friends outside?"

"So what if I have bad friends?"

"Sigh… I'm your mother…"

"I won't be a child forever; I have the right to choose my friends." Zhou Ping roared angrily, leaving his mother, Li Xiangping, stunned and speechless for a long time by his aggressive demeanor.

"…………"

The entire living room was silent. Clearly, after Zhou Ping brought up unpleasant topics, everyone remained silent and dared not speak.

"If you don't change how you address me, I'll become deformed if I stay here any longer," said

the older sister, Qianru, wearing pajamas and curled up on the sofa, knees bent and tucked together, sitting upright. "Isn't that right? The quality of friends isn't the main issue; it's about one's own character."

"What my sister says is quite agreeable."

"You are Zhou Ping, from birth…" the mother suddenly shouted, seemingly angry, but stopped abruptly at the mention of "Yiping," her face showing a sudden, bewildered expression.

Zhou Ping was stunned. He turned to look at his sister, Qianru, whose eyes held a chilling gaze.

Zhou Youshan remained silent, smoking his cigarette, seemingly oblivious.

There must be something fishy going on here; it must be a Zhou family secret kept only from me! Zhou Ping muttered to himself, stepping onto a narrow path.

That summer, before he was due to enter high school, he still harbored the desire to take the entrance exam and continue his education. However, a secret within his family

weighed heavily on his mind, causing him to become depressed. "You're always looking so gloomy; you might be having psychological problems. You should go to the hospital's psychiatric department for a checkup to relieve your worries," Zhou Ping's best friend, Shen Zhengde, suggested.

"This isn't something medicine can solve. I'm perfectly normal at school, but I get stuck in

this state at home!" "After school, don't rush home. Do some part-time work somewhere to relax!"

"If you have time for part-time work, you should study harder at home."

Zhou Ping and Shen Zhengde had been close friends since childhood and continued to attend the same school.

Today, on their way home after school, Shen Zhengde sensed a significant psychological change in Zhou Ping over the past year, with his recent behavior being particularly noticeable. Concerned

, Shen Zhengde inquired about the root of the problem. Three months later, Shen Zhengde visited Zhou Ping's home several times and, based on his observations, felt several questions arose. Zhou Ping's father was a man in his fifties. Although he was tall and strong, he lacked the energy and vitality of most people. His head was completely white, a phenomenon that shouldn't be seen at his age. His temples were gray, and fine wrinkles on his face made him appear even older. His leisurely demeanor and slow movements gave him a prematurely aged look. His mother, Li Xiangping, appeared to be in her thirties. She had a beautiful face, with captivating eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows. Due to a pampered lifestyle, her skin was fair and supple. Her curvaceous figure, neither too thin nor too plump, possessed a mature woman's sensuality. Her breasts and rounded buttocks were particularly prominent, often swaying as she flirted and posed, leaving the men in the neighborhood dazzled. Her older sister, Zhou Qianru, was eighteen years old and had already grown into a beautiful young woman. Perhaps she inherited this beauty from her mother. Although she was a beautiful young flower just beginning to bloom, she possessed a captivating figure and a charmingly alluring face. These doubts swirled in Shen Zhengde's mind, making him increasingly suspicious. Could it be...? So, one day, he arranged to meet Zhou Ping after school on campus. On the bank of the small pond, near the weeping willows, Zhou Ping and Shen Zhengde sat side-by-side on the lush lawn. Shen Zhengde's first words were, "Zhou Ping, after visiting your house a few times, I've felt something's off. I want to ask you a few questions." "What questions? Ask away." With Zhou Ping's approval, Shen Zhengde went straight to the point: "Have you noticed that your father and mother are quite different in age?" Hearing Shen Zhengde mention this, Zhou Ping seemed to realize something and said, "Oh! That's right! They're more than ten years apart!" "Your mother loves you quite a bit, doesn't she?" "Yes!" On this point, Zhou Ping couldn't lie; his mother was indeed good to him. "But why do you two siblings look completely different?"

Shen Zhengde, his face full of questions, continued, "Zhou Ping, have you ever had a copy of your Zhou family's household registration?"

Zhou Ping, already suspicious of his family's secrets, shook his head and said, "No, my mother handled the procedures when I enrolled."

"Zhou Ping! Don't be angry when I say this! Your family's blood relations seem more complicated than those of a normal family!"

Shen Zhengde's words struck Zhou Ping like a thunderclap in a clear sky. Zhou Ping couldn't believe it was true, and he hoped it wasn't. To verify this, the two agreed to skip class the next day and go to the office to get the evidence.

The next day, the household registration copy from the district office was laid out before Zhou Ping.

In an instant, Zhou Ping froze, his body seemingly sucked into the earth. His mind went blank, and he read aloud, his body trembling.

Father—Zhou Youshan, Mother—Li Xiangping, both remarried.

Zhou Qianru was brought to her husband's family by her mother, Li Xiangping. Zhou Ping was born to Zhou Youshan's ex-wife.

"Ah! My mother and sister at home are not blood relatives..." Zhou Ping felt cold sweat soaking through his clothes.

"You are Zhou Ping! From birth..." Li Xiangping's words still lingered clearly in his ears.

"Zhou Ping, look carefully!" Shen Zhengde, who accompanied him to the district office, said.

"It's nothing serious." Zhou Ping's face was full of pain as he handed the transcript to Shen Zhengde with a self-torturing feeling, making Shen Zhengde read it carefully from beginning to end.

"Zhou Ping, your original biological mother's name is Huang Wanling."

"..." Zhou Ping remained silent.

"Zhou Ping! Don't complain about anyone!"

"I don't complain about anyone." Zhou Ping answered excitedly, his voice trembling with tears.

Shen Zhengde knew how Zhou Ping felt at this moment, but he didn't know how to comfort him, after all, this matter was a huge blow to Zhou Ping.

"Sigh! Now that you know your background, I think it would have been better if you hadn't."

"..."

"After you go home, don't utter a single word. Just live your life as usual, and don't tell anyone. When you hear Xiaoping called by his nickname, just agree!"

Shen Zhengde repeatedly warned him. In truth, Zhou Ping didn't have the courage to pursue the matter further.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Ping graduated from Beibei High School.

And when the university entrance exam results were released, a time of mixed emotions, he was fortunate enough to be admitted to his ideal university, but Zhou Ping planned to drop out.

Not only would Zhou Ping have to give up his studies, but the family relationships he had maintained for the past nineteen years… to be precise, from when he was one and a half years old until now, would also be broken.

This was not only a severe blow to Zhou Ping, but also a necessary process under long-term psychological pressure, and the final result.

According to the household registration transcript…

Li Xiangping and her daughter Zhou Qianru first stepped into the Zhou family's gate fourteen years ago.

Zhou Youshan's timber products company had only been in operation for twelve years, yet Li Xiangping had come to support this struggling family during their early, difficult years of building their business from scratch.

Young Zhou Ping, secretly called "Xiaoping," was raised as Li Xiangping's biological son. And Qianru? From the age of four, fate decreed that she must keep her secret.

Whenever Zhou Ping looked at Qianru's face, it reminded him of their different bloodline, and his heart pounded like a deer's. When their eyes occasionally met, he felt breathless.

Did he harbor resentment? Or had his feelings for his beautiful older sister, Qianru, subtly shifted to something else? This question utterly confused Zhou Ping.

Thus, Zhou Ping often sat quietly in a corner of a familiar coffee shop, pondering these tangled and complicated family matters, chain-smoking cigarettes, one after another, letting his mind sink into the thick fog.

When he was lost in thought, the loud music in the coffee shop obscured his thoughts.

Suddenly, a vivid flower seemed to bloom before his eyes, and he decided to shatter the "past" with a single blow.

It was a moment of inner clarity, but the long past, like an endless roll of film, constantly entangled him, and cutting through the mess wasn't easy.

So, Zhou Ping, as a member of the Zhou family, endured another year with great patience.

Until his second year of university, when problems arose.

That night, the sky was as clear as usual, and everyone in the Zhou family was resting in their rooms.

"Zhou Ping, may I come in?"

It was midnight. Zhou Ping was in his bedroom, sitting at his desk reading, when Qianru unexpectedly knocked on his door.

"The door's unlocked, come in yourself!" Zhou Ping ignored her knocking, responding only briefly before his eyes remained buried in his book.

"Oh! So diligent!" Following the soft voice, the beautiful Qianru stepped into the room, turned and closed the door, and walked towards the desk.

"Oh! What a rare guest! Please come in and have a seat."

Zhou Ping turned his head and was immediately captivated by Qian Ru's attire.

Qian Ru entered wearing a bright purple nightgown, the silk fabric revealing her voluptuous, fair body, her firm, snow-white breasts barely concealed. Her

high, erect nipples trembled with each step, releasing a breathtakingly alluring fragrance.

Her slender, graceful figure was captivating, especially the small pair of briefs she wore—something he had never seen since he understood the nature of love between men and women.

Zhou Ping was mesmerized, a burning desire coursing through his body.

Gradually, his awe of his older sister vanished; he felt his body had suddenly grown strong and powerful, his unusually large penis a testament to his exceptional talent compared to his classmates.

Seeing his sister Qianru's alluring and voluptuous body, so full of mature girlish temptation, he felt he was now on equal footing with her.

"Xiaoping! Why are you looking at me like that! You're such a little devil!"

Qianru's fair and pretty face was flushed with a light blush, making her already beautiful and sexy face even more charming and alluring.

"Hey! A strong smell of alcohol, oh... you've been drinking!"

Zhou Ping smelled a strong odor of alcohol as soon as Qianru opened her mouth, so he said threateningly, "You say I'm a little devil, but what about you? A girl like you sneaking a drink?"

"Ha! What? You're like a jerk, aren't you! You're angry again! Ha!" Qianru, her face flushed with drunkenness, laughed loudly at Zhou Ping. As she spoke, she reclined on Zhou Ping's soft bed, propping herself up with her right elbow, her hand gently supporting her rosy cheek, her alluring eyes glancing at Zhou Ping, her lips filled with boundless spring-like desire.

She seemed to be enticing Zhou Ping to commit a crime, deliberately lifting her robe with her left hand to reveal two fair, shapely, and long pink legs, and saying seductively, "Xiao Ping! If you were a short candle, how much oil would leak out?"

Hearing her teasing and seductive words, Zhou Ping was furious at Qian Ru's mockery, and his own desires were rising. He was also aroused by her words, his face flushed, and his anger swelled.

He disregarded ethics and morality; the pent-up anger in his heart, like a volcano that had been dormant for a long time, could no longer be contained.

Zhou Ping angrily rose from his chair and rushed to the bedside.

"Fine! I'll show you whether I'm a little candle or a flashlight!"

Zhou Ping shouted at Qian Ru, quickly stripping off his clothes and standing naked before her. His

strong, masculine physique was presented before Qian Ru's eyes, causing her to widen her beautiful eyes, her lips slightly parted, and she gasped softly, her face flushed with shyness.

"You were just mocking me for being a short candle, but I've already become a giant flashlight! But I wonder what your little cave is like?"

In an instant, Zhou Ping had stripped Qianru of her robe and panties. Even though she had struggled half-heartedly, she was still completely naked. Her snow-white skin, slightly flushed, revealed a beautiful curve to her plump, fair body. Her full, alluring breasts stood erect, topped with nipples like ripe grapes. Below was a smooth abdomen, and at the junction of her full, fair thighs, thick, dark pubic hair grew, revealing three slightly protruding mounds of flesh with a fleshy slit in the middle—truly exquisite.

He quickly bent down, his strong body pressing against the soft, smooth female body. At this moment, Zhou Ping's mouth moved towards Qianru's two breasts, opening it to take her bright red nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, holding them in his mouth. He used his tongue to move up and down, left and right, constantly swirling around the nipples.

He grabbed her other breast with one hand and pressed it down hard, kneading and rubbing the firm, white flesh. His fingers kneaded and pinched her nipple.

Qianru, aroused, shifted her body restlessly in resistance, but this only fueled Zhou Ping's lust. He sucked on her nipple even more vigorously, and kneaded her breast with even more force.

This teasing of pressing and sucking made Qianru, a girl with so much sexual experience and a seductive nature, unbearably wanton.

"Ugh...hmm...um...um...um..."

Qianru felt an unbearable tingling and itching all over her body. Her breasts felt numb and itchy, a tingling sensation that penetrated deep into her bones. She enjoyed this feeling, clenching her teeth in ecstasy, breathing heavily, letting Zhou Ping play with her beautiful body and breasts.

"Ping... Yu... I... um! Hmph! No... don't suckle... no... um... sister... sister's little sister... it's so itchy... itchy... hmph..."

After his teasing, Qianru was already tightly hugging Zhou Ping and moaning softly.

Zhou Ping knew that she was already unable to suppress her desire.

So, he intensified his methods of arousal, quickly sliding his right hand down, through her smooth lower abdomen, the hairy black bush, and probing towards his sister's alluring peach blossom cave.

He felt a few soft pubic hairs on her vulva, her two plump labia were already hard and swollen, and the deep slit in the middle was already overflowing with lustful fluid, so warm and hot to the touch, wet and sticky.

Suddenly, Zhou Ping inserted his finger into her fleshy hole, and then, in the slippery vulva, he dug and probed, rotating it non-stop, teasing the tender flesh of the vaginal walls, causing them to contract and spasm in response.

Qianru's heart pounded like a deer's, her face flushed, her white flesh trembling slightly, and she moaned, "Yu... Ping... don't touch it... um... hmph... sister... sister will let you fuck your little sister... um... no... don't dig anymore... my little hole is itchy... itchy... hmph..."

Pressed against her soft and alluring body, Zhou Ping was already in a daze, his mind pounding. Now, Qianru's moans made him even more unable to restrain himself.

He quickly jumped off the bed, stood by the bed, grabbed Qianru's calves with both hands, raised her two round pink legs high, and stuffed his already hard and erect penis into Qianru's wet and lustful vulva.

He squatted down, thrust his buttocks forward, and forcefully thrust his penis into her little hole.

"Plop!" A sound of genital contact.

Who knew that this little slut, Qianru, although she had a promiscuous private life and had fucked several male classmates, her plump and delicious little hole was still so tight. This meant that Zhou Ping's massive penis could only penetrate to the glans, which was as large as an egg.

"Ah...it hurts...Ping...you...be gentle...oh...oh..."

Qianru's vagina was already trembling with pain from the large penis, her eyes closed, her delicate brows furrowed, and she clenched her teeth as she moaned softly.

"Ping...oh...your big cock...too...too...ah...ah..."

Qianru's painful screams not only failed to evoke any pity from Zhou Ping, but also fueled his bestial desire to invade his sister's body.

At this moment, Zhou Ping had lost his reason, his mind filled only with hatred, hatred for his family background, hatred for why his mother hadn't told him, hatred for his sister's deception.

Moreover, he felt his glans being tightly gripped by her small vulva, the incredibly tender vagina was so tempting, and now that his penis was inside, how could he let this opportunity slip by?

He quickly let go of his sister's jade legs and instead embraced her round, plump buttocks. With another forceful thrust of his hips, his massive penis plunged in to its hilt, hitting her cervix squarely.

"Ah... Ping... you... ah... ah..."

Qianru cried out, pounding her chest with her hands. The throbbing pain inside her vagina made her want to pull away, but his hands held her firmly.

Once inside, Zhou Ping began a frenzied, relentless thrusting. The bright red flesh of her vagina was squeezed and twisted by the thick penis. Her soft clitoris trembled incessantly from the impact. Qianru

was in excruciating pain, like a virgin on her first night, her vagina stretched to the point of feeling like it was about to burst by Zhou Ping's powerful, thick, extra-large penis.

"Ah... Mom... it's... it's killing me... ah... it hurts... um... um... you're hitting... hitting the very core again... ah... please... be gentle..."

Zhou Ping's pace remained undiminished; Qianru's desperate pleas did nothing to sway him. His narrow vagina continued to be relentlessly thrust into, the vaginal fluids flowing incessantly from the opening, pooling around her vulva. He raped her hundreds of times, after all, Qianru was a girl with prior experience in penetration. The frenzied thrusting gradually aroused her long-dormant desire.

"Ah… Ping… Sister… Sister isn't… not letting you… um… oh… Ping… be gentle… your big cock is so hard… I really… can't take it…"

Qianru endured the pain, already quite adept at the pleasure of thrusting, her arms tightly wrapped around Zhou Ping, moaning softly.

After a period of relentless thrusting, Zhou Ping's desire subsided considerably. Hearing his sister's increasingly comfortable moans, he looked up at her half-closed eyes, a smile playing on her lips, her intoxicated, wanton appearance truly captivating. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.

Qianru, in turn, wrapped her pink arms tightly around his neck, responding passionately, her bright red lips wide open, allowing her brother's tongue to roam freely within her mouth. His hands also grasped his sister's two firm, plump breasts, gently kneading and stroking them.

His hips stopped moving, his large penis inserted into her wet, tender vagina, the glans deeply pressed against her clitoris, rotating and rubbing.

Qianru's desire surged again from his teasing. Especially the cervix deep within her vagina, rubbed by the large glans, caused an indescribable itching sensation throughout her vagina.

"Mmm... Ping... Sister's vagina is so itchy... Quick... Quickly use your big penis... Give me... comfort... Quickly... Hmm... Quickly... Sister... Sister wants your extra-large penis..." Her whole body ached with itchiness, and her cries, fueled by her lustful desire, became increasingly incoherent.

However, these moans were a great encouragement to Zhou Ping. A smug look appeared on his face, his energy surged, and his swollen, red penis stood erect. He grabbed his sister's plump buttocks again and began to thrust wildly, each stroke hitting her G-spot.

Qianru clung tightly to his back, her tight vagina containing his large penis, swaying her slender waist and buttocks in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Mmm...mmm...it's so beautiful...good...so good...dear brother...Ping...I want to call you brother...oh...your big penis...makes me...mmm...it's so beautiful...mmm..."

"Ouch...mmm...good brother...harder...thrust harder...ah...it's so beautiful...oh...it's so sore...mmm...I'm so happy..."

Zhou Ping felt his heart pounding; his sister's moans made him feel hot all over. He held her buttocks, his hands stroking them incessantly, his large penis thrusting in and out even faster.

Qianru felt incredibly comfortable, especially with the large penis penetrating her vagina, making her feel incredibly full and pleasurable. Her hair was disheveled, her arms tightly wrapped around him, her face buried in the pillow, flushed, her teeth clenched around the corner of the pillow, her slender waist twisting violently, her buttocks bobbing high, making her wet vulva even more prominent. The lustful fluids from her vaginal opening gushed out like a spring, soaking Zhou Ping's large penis, making him feel extremely comfortable.

Zhou Ping thrust even more frantically, his large penis pounding wildly inside her vagina, the head of his penis rubbing against Qianru's clitoris until it felt numb and tingling.

"Oh...my little hole...ah...my whole body is so...soft...oh...oh...numb...ouch...the water is flowing out...mmm...brother...your big cock...is so good at...inserting...it feels so good...ah...ah..."

Zhou Ping saw that her juices were flowing more and more, and her vagina was even more wet and warm. So, without any restraint, he thrust in and out, his cock entering her little hole as if it were empty.

"Ah...ah...sister...your little...slutty hole...is so beautiful...so tight...so wet...it feels so good to fuck with your big cock..."

Qianru had reached the peak of sexual desire, her little mouth panting lightly: "Mmm...mmm...it feels so good...it feels so good...harder...mmm...dear brother...I love your...big cock...mmm...it feels so good to fuck my little slutty hole..."

Zhou Ping had reached the final moment, his cock pounding wildly into his sister's juicy little slutty hole. Qianru tightly embraced his waist, her buttocks swaying upwards to meet his. Her vulva was overflowing with lustful fluids, and his large penis moved in and out with a "sizzle! sizzle!" sound.

The two of them were deeply entwined, their penises and vulvas swaying and rising in close rhythm, a scene of boundless spring. There was no regard for ethics, only the pleasure of love between a man and a woman, a passionate and unrestrained act of lovemaking.

"Ah...ah...dear brother...mmm...faster...my wet hole...it feels so good...mmm...I'm about to reach heaven...mmm...Ping...hurry up and penetrate me...fuck my little hole to death...faster..."

Hearing her moans and cries, Zhou Ping's lust intensified.

He hoisted her two pink legs onto his shoulders, his hands pressing tightly against her swollen breasts, kneading and squeezing them relentlessly. He took a deep breath and thrust his penis forcefully, plunging it deep into his sister's vagina...

Qianru seemed oblivious to the pain, her hands gripping his buttocks, pressing him down hard.

Her legs were raised high and she kicked wildly, her plump buttocks thrusting upwards with great force, her movements intense. Her pink face was flushed with ecstatic lust, and she moaned, "Ah... Ping... your big cock... your big cock... so good... mmm... it's killing my little hole... mmm... so beautiful... so beautiful... mmm..."

"Oh... sister... I've never... felt so good... oh... oh... I'm going to die... I can't hold back... I can't hold back anymore..."

"Ah... ah..."

Qianru shook her buttocks desperately, her clitoris unable to resist the pleasure, and her vaginal fluid gushed out from her uterus.

Her last desperate struggle gave Zhou Ping an indescribable pleasure. His big cock seemed to be tightly sucked by her vagina, her clitoris like a small mouth gently biting and sucking on the glans. Zhou Ping couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure spreading throughout his body, and he thrust his cock in and out a few more times...

"Oh... oh... sister... oh..." His cock trembled and ejaculated.

Both felt incredibly comfortable and satisfied.

From then on, the younger brother became his sister's intimate companion, and the two often used the excuse of studying to indulge in their sexual desires, sometimes in Zhou Ping's room, sometimes in Qianru's boudoir.

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After spring passed, the dreary rainy season followed.

Zhou Ping was now a junior in college.

Due to his constant enjoyment of penetration with his sister Qianru and the absorption of her precious female hormones, Zhou Ping had become more mature and robust.

He not only had an insatiable lust for Qianru, but he was also exceptionally vigorous each time, leaving Qianru in agony and begging for mercy.

However, Qianru still needed to find a job after graduation to put her skills to use, so through her father's connections, she entered a private trading company. Due to the busy work schedule, she not only worked during the day but also often worked late into the night.

As a result, Zhou Ping had fewer opportunities to meet her.

Ever since his intimate encounter with his sister, his sexual urges had become like an addiction, a severe craving. If he didn't have them, a burning desire would simmer within him, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Ugh! Damn it, another rainy day!" Zhou Ping sat at his desk, gazing at the misty rain outside the window, grumbling inwardly.

It was Wednesday, no classes, and he'd wanted to go out, but a light drizzle was falling, the dreaded rainy season only adding to his frustration.

On the balcony in front of his bedroom, there was a small porcelain flowerpot. Fresh green shoots were growing in it, already six or seven centimeters tall. The sharply angled leaves, sometimes glistening in the rain, sometimes shimmering in the early summer sun, were quite a sight to behold.

"Xiaoping! Where are you?" His mother, Li Xiangping, called from downstairs.

Hearing his mother's call, Zhou Ping remained oblivious, silent, still gazing out the window at the fine, continuous rain.

"Xiaoping! I called you, why didn't you answer?" Xiangping pushed open the door and entered, seeing Zhou Ping staring blankly out the window without responding, which angered her, and she scolded him.

"What is it?" Zhou Ping reluctantly turned his head, glanced at his mother standing in the doorway, gave a casual reply, and then turned back to look out the window.

Given Zhou Ping's attitude, coupled with his stubborn temper, she, not being his biological mother, felt helpless. A strange expression flashed across Xiangping's face, and she continued, "Your father just called and said he has to go on a business trip to the south today and won't be back for two or three days." "

So what?" Zhou Ping didn't even turn his head, responding lightly as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Do you want to go out this afternoon? There's a good movie showing at the theater today, you could go see it!" Li Xiangping asked Zhou Ping with unusual concern.

Zhou Ping also found it strange, but he had neither the time nor the inclination to consider why his mother was rushing him out today. After a moment of silence, he suddenly stood up from his chair, sat on the edge of the bed, lay down, pulled the blanket over his head, and said softly, "I'm very tired today, I don't want to come out, I want to get some sleep." After saying that, Zhou Ping ignored Xiang Ping.

Seeing this, Xiang Ping knew she couldn't win against her stubborn son. So, she could only close the door dejectedly and leave Zhou Ping's bedroom. A lewd smile appeared on her face.

Due to his bad mood, Zhou Ping, lying in bed, quickly fell asleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed...

Zhou Ping slowly woke up. He always slept for very short periods, and he was very neurotic; once he woke up, he couldn't fall back asleep. He was angry at himself for this problem. After tossing and turning in bed unable to fall asleep, he immediately sat up.

He raised his left hand, looked at his watch, and it was already past four o'clock. So Zhou Ping got out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, unzipped it, and took out a set of underwear, intending to take a shower.

Holding the underwear, Zhou Ping opened the bedroom door and walked out, only to find the whole house eerily quiet.

"Strange! Where did Mom go?" Zhou Ping wondered for a moment before heading towards the bathroom.

In the Zhou family home, this house had three bedrooms and two ensuite bathrooms. After leaving Zhou Ping's bedroom, turning a corner led to his sister's bedroom, and next to her bedroom was the study. The study was for Zhou Youshan's exclusive use and connected to the master bedroom, with only one door separating the bedroom and study. Turning another corner from the master bedroom was the bathroom.

Normally, only Qianru and Zhou Ping used the bathroom. Zhou Youshan and Li Xiangping's master bedroom already had an ensuite bathroom, so they didn't have to share it with their children.

Zhou Ping walked slowly, his feet sinking into the soft carpet, feeling indescribably comfortable.

He turned and turned again, passing his parents' room and about to enter the bathroom. Suddenly, a deep male voice came from his parents' room.

"Wait a minute! Didn't Mom say Dad went on a business trip to the south? Could Dad be back?" Zhou Ping thought to himself, "Never mind!" He really couldn't be bothered with their affairs.

He entered the bathroom and turned to close the door when suddenly, another mocking male voice rang out: "Ha! Slut... good... good..." Zhou Ping was stunned!

He knew his father well; he was a strict, serious man, always upright and kind, and would never utter such vulgar words.

"Then... who is this man's voice?... Could it be..." Zhou Ping's mind was struck as if by lightning; he couldn't bear to imagine it.

There had been rumors that his mother was having an affair, but he hadn't believed them.

Now, he felt a pang of indignation for his father.

"How could this mother…" Zhou Ping quickly put down his underwear, slipped past the master bedroom, returned to his own bedroom, swiftly took the key to his study from the drawer, and then ran quietly to the study.

He slowly opened the door and rushed into the study. He saw the partition between the study and the bedroom, with a large, transparent glass window in the doorway.

He hurriedly grabbed a chair, placed it in front of the partition, and then quietly climbed onto it. Standing on the chair, Zhou Ping gripped the window frame, craned his neck, and looked into his parents' bedroom.

"Sure enough! Damn it, that bitch Mom…" Seeing everything in the bedroom, Zhou Ping couldn't help but curse under his breath.

The furniture in the master bedroom remained untouched, but on the bed lay a naked couple. The woman was Zhou Ping's mother, Li Xiangping, but Zhou Ping didn't recognize the man.

The man had thick eyebrows, large ears, and a very muscular physique; he was quite imposing and appeared to be in his forties. The man sat on the bed, reclining at the head of the bed, his two hairy, thick thighs stretched out, and between them stood an erect, swollen penis. That thick, long penis might surprise others, but Zhou Ping wasn't.

In fact, the man's penis was unusually thick and long, almost the same length as Zhou Ping's, but Zhou Ping's penis had its own unique feature. While the man's penis was thick and long, it narrowed at the glans. Unlike Zhou Ping's thick, long penis, which had a large, egg-shaped glans.

At this moment, Xiang Ping was kneeling between the man's legs, her hands stroking his swollen penis.

Although Xiang Ping was nearly thirty, she was incredibly beautiful. The relentless passage of time hadn't cruelly ravaged her body; on the contrary, it had given Xiang Ping a mature, womanly charm. Her skin was as white as jade, so smooth and delicate, without a single blemish.

Although she had given birth, her abdomen remained flat and firm, and her breasts, large and round, stood high like freshly baked steamed buns, so alluring. Her waist was slender, yet her buttocks were round and plump, incredibly white and tender. Her two long, slender, white legs were so perfectly rounded and smooth, making any man's heart flutter.

Because the couple on the bed were facing Zhou Ping sideways, he couldn't see his mother's even more beautiful and alluring vulva.

"I never imagined Mom's body was so beautiful, so captivating," Zhou Ping thought, his lust rising, a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen, his penis already aroused. "You slut! Don't use your gloves. While the old man's not here, let's have a good fuck tonight."

"No! Zhou Ping's still home. Keep it down. Let's have some fun first, then you can enjoy this beautiful body tomorrow," Xiang Ping said softly, her eyes alluring. However, her hands were constantly stroking and caressing his large penis.

The man seemed unusually excited by the teasing, panting as he said, "It's been so long since I've played with it, my big cock is so hard it hurts, you slut, make it feel good, feel good..."

"I knew it, you pervert, you can't stand it anymore? Hehe..." The wanton and seductive Xiangping was truly incredibly lewd. She stroked his large penis, her eyes sparkling, a smile playing on her lips, exuding indescribable charm and sexiness. Amidst her laughter, her full breasts swayed and shook, making one's blood boil.

"What a slutty mom..." Zhou Ping's lust surged, his large penis already engorged and hard.

Xiangping's hands gripped his large penis tightly, and after a series of strokes... "You lecher, I'll give you a good time..." she said, lowering her head. Her left hand gripped his large penis, stroking it as she opened her beautiful cherry-like mouth and took the glans in, sucking several times. Her right hand held his testicles below, using both hands and mouth.

Xiangping's mouth released the glans, her tongue teasing it. Her left hand vigorously stroked the penis up and down, causing a few drops of white fluid to flow from the urethral opening. She licked and teased the urethral opening with her tongue, then gently bit the glans with her teeth, while her hands continuously stroked and kneaded his testicles. With each squeeze, rub, stroke, and suck, the large penis grew even thicker.

"Oh...good...slut...you suck so well...your little mouth is so nimble...oh..." the man groaned comfortably, his buttocks thrusting upwards. He seemed determined to penetrate deep into Xiangping's throat.

"Mmm...so good...so sexy...oh..." Xiangping's skillful tongue teased the man, causing him to moan with pleasure.

While sucking his large penis, her eyes darted around, lewdly watching the man's blissful state. After a while of frantically sucking the glans, Xiangping seemed to have a particular fondness for the man's penis. "Brother...your big penis...so thick...so long...I love it so much..." "I want to suck it...suck it...your big penis is so amazing...brother...are you comfortable..." Xiangping released the glans, her hands kneading and stroking the penis and testicles. She asked, her voice brimming with lust.

"Slut...suck it...it feels so good...faster..." Just as the man was experiencing unparalleled pleasure, Xiangping stopped sucking his penis.

He hurriedly pressed Xiangping's head down with both hands, his buttocks thrusting forward, his large penis rubbing against her fragrant lips.

Xiangping knew he was close to climax. So, she first licked the glans with the tip of her tongue, savoring the masculine sensation, then licked the round groove at the base of the glans, before opening her small mouth and taking it in completely.

Her head began to move up and down, shaking incessantly, the large penis in her mouth swallowing and sliding in and out, with constant "slurping" sounds. The large penis thrust in and out of her small mouth, making Xiangping's cheeks ache and numb.

Occasionally, she would spit out the glans, her small, delicate hands tightly gripping and rubbing the large penis against her pink face.

"Oh...so good...so comfortable...you slut...you really know how to play...your big cock feels so good...so good...faster...stop rubbing...uh...I'm going to...I'm going to cum..." The man's legs twitched with pleasure, his penis erect, his eyes bloodshot and frighteningly red. He pressed Xiangping's head down with both hands, his big cock thrusting rapidly in and out of her vagina. Xiangping cooperated with his cock, thrusting up and down. Her hands worked even harder, sucking on the glans and urethral opening with her mouth.

"Oh...oh...I cum...oh...so good...oh..." The man thrust his hips a few times, his whole body shuddered, and he ejaculated comfortably...

A thick stream of semen filled Xiangping's mouth. Xiangping frowned, swallowed the semen, took a towel from beside the pillow, and wiped her mouth.

"Brother! Are you comfortable?" she said coquettishly, her hands caressing the man's legs.

"So good...so good...you slut...your blowjob skills...are so good..."

"Brother...your cock is so good...I'll only let you suck it..." Xiangping was truly a wanton woman, able to make a man ejaculate with just her mouth.

Zhou Ping was aroused by this kind of enchanting skill, thinking that he should also try to seduce Qianru in the same way someday.

"Brother! You're so strong...your cock has ejaculated, but it's still soft!" Xiangping grabbed his large penis with both hands and kept stroking it. She smiled lewdly and called out, her heart seemingly very happy.

"Slut! Hurry up and ride on me, let my cock give you a good time..." the man said, seemingly still wanting more.

He groped Xiangping's tender skin all over, and then freely pressed and pulled on her two snow-white, firm breasts, his fingers kneading her two bright red nipples.

"Hehe...you're so naughty..." While she was sucking his cock, Xiangping's vulva was already itchy and dripping with lust, her desire burning fiercely.

At this moment, his gentle kneading and rubbing of her breasts made her even more unbearably itchy and aching. A silky itch, like insect bites, ran through her entire vulva. She could no longer endure it, unable to resist the temptation of his large penis; she needed it.

"Brother... oh... my little hole... itches... um... I want to... put your big penis... inside my wet hole... hmph..." Saying this, Xiangping had already sat up, spreading her two snow-white thighs, and sat on his lower abdomen. Reaching down with her right hand, she grasped his thick penis, guiding the glans towards her dripping vulva. She clenched her teeth, closed her alluring eyes, and forcefully sat down with her plump, pink buttocks.

"Sizzle!" With a sound, his large penis was completely swallowed by Xiangping's vulva.

"Oh...so beautiful...hmm...um...brother...darling...your big cock...it's so amazing...hmm...my pussy is so full...so swollen...uh...hmm..."

The big cock was inserted to the hilt into her plump vagina, giving Xiangping a pleasure that penetrated to her very bones. She was burning with desire like a long-deprived woman, intoxicated by the passion of penetration.

Xiangping greedily twisted her slender waist, her face flushed, panting softly. Her round, snow-white buttocks were moving up and down, left and right, wildly thrusting against the big cock. Her plump peach blossom cave was bulging and bulging with the thick, hard cock.

As Xiangping's buttocks twisted and rose, the lustful fluids flowing from the entrance of her cave flowed down the big cock, soaking the man's pubic hair.

This crazy, erotic performance made Zhou Ping, who was peeking from outside the door, feel his lust rise and his blood boil, and his penis was also hard and erect.

"What a slutty mother! If I could penetrate her, knead her breasts, and enjoy her body, I wonder how pleasurable that would be?"

Zhou Ping felt an urge to possess Xiang Ping's body. Seeing his mother's alluring, snow-white body, her wanton moans, and her seductive thrusting movements, Zhou Ping no longer saw her as his mother.

He wanted Xiang Ping purely out of a man's need for a woman.

The couple in the master bedroom were passionately entangled, but Zhou Ping couldn't bear to watch this live sex show. His large penis was throbbing painfully in his pants;

he couldn't stand it. He quietly left the study and closed the door. Zhou Ping returned to his bedroom, took a deep breath, but the vivid sexual performance wouldn't leave his mind.

His penis wouldn't soften, tightly constricted in his pants, which was very uncomfortable. So, he took off all his clothes and pants, lying naked on the bed. His large penis, stimulated by the erotic imagery, was swollen and red.

Thinking of his seemingly virtuous yet wanton mother, her alluring body, soft and boneless, voluptuous yet perfectly proportioned, exquisitely beautiful, every part of her captivating him.

Recalling the scene from earlier, Zhou Ping couldn't help but reach his right hand down to his crotch. He stroked his penis, fantasizing about his mother's body. As he stroked and touched, Zhou Ping drifted off to sleep.

"Click! Click!" The sound of someone descending the stairs came from behind. It was very soft, almost inaudible.

"Huh! Has that man already left?" Zhou Ping, with an unquenchable lust within him, was on edge, like a drawn bow, ready to be released at any moment. So, the slightest sound jolted him awake.

He wondered, had the strange man left? And what was his mother doing?

After a moment of hesitation, Zhou Ping got out of bed, naked without even putting on clothes. He walked past the door, gently pulled open the bedroom door, and watched the hallway for any movement

. Seeing that it was still quiet outside, with no one in sight

, Zhou Ping stepped out of the bedroom. Like a thief afraid of being discovered, he moved cautiously down the hallway, glancing left and right constantly, his heart pounding with nervousness. He moved like this until he reached his parents' bedroom door. He pressed his ear to the door, but heard no sound from inside the master bedroom.

"Has that strange man already left?" Zhou Ping thought, and with renewed courage, he devised an excuse and reached for the doorknob.

"Huh! The door isn't locked!" He gently pushed the door open and peeked inside.

"Ah!" The scene inside made Zhou Ping gasp softly, his eyes lighting up, his heart pounding with excitement.

After

her wild revelry with the stranger, Li Xiangping was limp and weak, now lying asleep on the bed.

This pampered young woman, Xiangping, was truly stunningly beautiful. Although she wore a listless, weary expression, her loose, flowing hair clung to her gorgeous face, exuding undeniable charm and sensuality. Beneath her smooth, white back, a graceful curve was revealed, from her pink back to her slender waist a sheet of snow-white. A pinkish hue graced the cleft between her round, firm buttocks. Her

two long, slender legs were slightly parted, revealing long, fine, dark pubic hair at the base of her thighs. The traces of their recent passion hadn't been wiped away; her vulva was still overflowing with desire. Her two full, red labia majora hid within the damp, soft pubic hair.

Under the soft light, Zhou Ping could see Xiangping's alluring back from head to toe. Her captivating body was beautiful in every way, almost flawless, breathtakingly so.

Zhou Ping was seduced by her beauty. He stared at Xiangping with lustful desire, his heart pounding like a deer's. Then, he walked into the bedroom, tiptoeing to the bedside.

Since his sexual encounter with his sister, Zhou Ping had become addicted to the exquisite pleasure of penetration. Now, seeing his mother's naked body before him only fueled his lust.

He hadn't felt the sexual desire from his sister in a long time, leaving him starved.

Now, with such a plump and tender lamb at his fingertips, Zhou Ping no longer considered any other options.

He stood on the edge of the bed, greedily gazing at his mother's body, his right hand reaching out to caress her buttocks.

Zhou Ping didn't want to steal her; he wanted his mother to cooperate, to use all her skills to satisfy him. Otherwise, rape would be utterly meaningless.

His right hand caressed his mother's plump buttocks, but she didn't wake up. She was sleeping soundly, a smile playing on her lips, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Seeing that his caresses wouldn't wake her, Zhou Ping's hand slid down her buttocks to her overflowing vulva, and he gently inserted his fingers into Xiangping's sensitive spot, thrusting them in and out a few times.

"Ah…" Xiangping, fast asleep, suddenly felt something inserted into her vagina.

As if electrocuted, she quickly pulled her plump buttocks away from Zhou Ping's fingers, turning over to face him.

"Ah… Xiaoping… you…" Seeing her son Zhou Ping standing naked by the bed, staring at her,

Xiangping was shocked, her face paling. Involuntarily, she covered her breasts with her left hand and her right hand on her dark pubic hair. The sudden fright made her tremble slightly, her pink legs tightly pressed together.

Xiangping noticed Zhou Ping's fiery gaze fixed on her body. Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and she said angrily, "Xiaoping...how could you...barge into Mom's room...and all over...all over..."

Zhou Ping, captivated by his mother's alluring body, was completely oblivious to her words. He climbed onto the bed, drawing closer to her. His intimate actions terrified Xiangping, causing her to shrink back.

Enraged, Xiangping's face turned pale. She said bluntly, "Zhou Ping! Don't come any closer, or I'll tell your father..."

The reason was that Zhou Youshan, a usually stern and unsmiling man, rarely spoke, but when he did, he commanded respect and commanded obedience.

Now, with the old man's authority invoked, Zhou Ping dared not move. Seeing Zhou Ping's obedience, Xiangping, the seductive woman, grinned lewdly.

However, Zhou Ping confidently and slowly said, "Oh! You want to tell Dad? Fine, I can let him know that his good wife, while he was away on a business trip south, was secretly seducing men into having sex at home!"

Xiang Ping was shocked, her large, watery eyes widening in surprise. She wondered if he had already discovered what had happened.

She doubted it; impossible! Absolutely impossible.

So, Xiang Ping vehemently denied it: "You're talking nonsense... how could I seduce a man..."

"Sigh! Don't be so shameless as to deny it. That man had thick eyebrows and big ears, and he kept calling you a slut. Before I had sex with him, you even sucked his penis, didn't you?"

"If you think I have no evidence, you can deny it, but next time I run into that man on the street, I'll take him to the police station and identify the characteristics of his penis."

Zhou Ping spoke with a sly smile, his eyes fixed on his mother, watching her expression. After hearing these two sentences, Li Xiangping turned pale and speechless, her face flushed crimson.

"If that still doesn't work, then I'll do as you wish and tell Dad. Let him judge for himself, see if he believes me or you." With that, Zhou Ping lay back, ignoring Xiangping, staring at the ceiling.

Neither of them uttered a sound, remaining silent for a while.

After listening to Zhou Ping's words, Xiangping pondered for a moment, then lowered her head.

After all, Zhou Ping was the Zhou family's precious son, and Zhou Youshan had always valued him highly. Their relationship was one of father and son, but what about Xiangping herself? She was merely a second wife.

Before Zhou Youshan's serious illness, she was confident he would cherish her, but since his illness and the doctor's prediction that he would be impotent, she had become unimportant.

This was a very serious problem in real life.

Xiangping and Zhou Youshan had no emotional foundation; she married him for his immense wealth. The couple, nearly twenty years apart in age, were indeed devoid of affection.

While Zhou Youshan was still able to consummate their marriage, she didn't complain, but after he lost his virility, she was devastated.

At that time, Zhou Youshan asked her if she wanted a divorce. If she didn't, he would ensure Xiangping and Qianru lived a comfortable life, but the only condition was that Xiangping never commit adultery. To satisfy her vanity, Xiangping agreed.

But eventually, unable to bear the torment of her long-standing lust, she one day unexpectedly encountered Lin Jianzhou at the train station—the man she had just seduced into her home for a tryst.

The two were instantly aroused, and from then on, they frequently met secretly.

Today, taking advantage of Zhou's father's business trip to the south, she intended to catch up with Lin Jianzhou, but overcome by lust, she didn't consider that Zhou Ping was home and they became entangled. This led to their affair being exposed and beyond repair.

Xiangping thought and thought… she knew that forceful methods wouldn't work. So she changed her expression and used her seductive charm, saying coquettishly, “Ping’er… then… I admit my mistake. I only blame myself for not being able to control my desires, which is why this happened. I hope you won't tell your father. I promise I will never do it again…”

Her series of coquettish words made Zhou Ping weak all over, and he thought that this slutty mother was already convinced. He turned his head and looked at Xiangping's lewd appearance, and said with a smile, “Okay, then tell me first, why did you cheat on me…”

“This… after your father and I got married, in the fifth year, your father became old and frail, and then he fell seriously ill. The doctor said that he could no longer have sex, so… so…” Xiangping pretended to be shy and hesitated to continue.

"So, your pussy is itchy, and you want a man's cock to 'open' it, right?"

"Ping, you're so naughty..." Xiangping cried out softly, seemingly extremely shy, leaning her body against Zhou Ping. She pressed her flushed face against Zhou Ping's chest, her snow-white, plump body pressing tightly against him. Her hands caressed Zhou Ping's strong muscles, her two long, slender legs tightly wrapped around his thighs, like an octopus entwining itself around him.

Zhou Ping was indeed captivated by this beautiful mother. His burning desire made him unable to resist any longer; he lowered his head and kissed her hair.

Xiangping's black hair exuded a delicate fragrance of orchids, the scent intoxicating Zhou Ping to the point of ecstasy, his right hand roaming over her smooth, pink back.

"Mom, I know my background. We're not related by blood. Can you let me..."

Xiangping was a long-deprived, resentful woman whose sexual pleasure was never satisfied. Just now, her hasty and frivolous encounter with Lin Jianzhou had temporarily relieved her pent-up desire, but now, nestled in Zhou Ping's arms, she was aroused again.

Zhou Ping's body was muscular and strong; young men have boundless energy. She had never experienced the pleasure of a young man penetrating her. At this moment, a distinctive masculine scent emanated from under Zhou Ping's armpits. Xiang Ping smelled it, and her inner desire burned like a raging fire in spring.

"Xiao Ping...do you want Mom...to...to...feel good?"

"Yes, I want...I want...I just saw you making love with that man, I was so aroused...give it to me...give it to me..."

Xiang Ping raised her head, her watery, alluring eyes filled with spring-like desire, looking at Zhou Ping.

Their eyes met, both burning with intense lust, their passion becoming uncontrollable.

"Ping, then...then...I'll give it to you...my...my body..."

"Okay...Mom...then please comfort...comfort me!"

"Ping...I love you...I want you..."

This wanton woman, Xiang Ping, was truly wanton.

Lust and reason were indistinguishable between them; they only felt each other's sensual needs, their mutual need for the comfort and possession of the opposite sex.

"Mom... my cock is so swollen... so uncomfortable..."

"Come on... good son... then Mom... will... give it to you... suck... suck... okay..."

Xiangping said in a sweet voice at Zhou Ping's urging, in order to satisfy him.

So, her jade hands gently stroked his waist, caressing it again and again.

She raised her head and looked at Zhou Ping with her watery, seductive eyes, full of spring.

"Ping! Are you comfortable?"

Zhou Ping's lower abdomen was sensitive, and with Xiangping's small hands stroking and rubbing it, his desire rose even higher. His big cock couldn't stand the itch in his heart and was trembling.

"Oh... Mom... don't touch it... my cock... is already so hard it hurts..."

Xiangping looked at her son's appearance, which seemed to be in great pain, and her heart couldn't bear it.

She hurriedly lowered her head to suckle Zhou Ping's nipple, her jade-like hand, which had been caressing his lower abdomen, gradually moved downwards, passing through the thick, dark pubic hair, and finally grasped his extra-large penis.

"Oh...so comfortable...so good..."

Zhou Ping cried out in pleasure as Xiang Ping's small hand stroked his erect, hard, and thick penis.

Xiang Ping seemed very experienced in handling a man's penis.

She first sat up, facing her son's penis, and made a small circle with her left thumb and middle finger, stroking it up and down.

Her right index finger gently circled and teased the swollen glans.

This teasing was something Zhou Ping had never experienced before. Xiang Ping's skillful touch made him tremble with pleasure, his blood rushing through his body, and his pores spasming as if contracting and relaxing.

"Oh...Mom...you...your little hands...are so good at playing with my...big cock..."

Seeing her son's eyes tightly closed, teeth clenched, panting heavily, and face flushed as he moaned, Xiangping knew he was burning with desire and could hardly contain himself.

So, she teased his cock even faster.

Her left hand gripped his cock tightly, and then she began to stroke it furiously.

Her right hand let a few drops of white, glistening precum drip from the urethral opening, lubricated it on her palm, and then used her soft palm to rub and knead the glans from side to side.

The seductive Xiangping, true to her reputation as a skilled lover, knew that men loved hearing women's wanton moans, so she deliberately hummed in a coquettish voice:

"Ping... your cock is so hard... so thick... so long... Mommy loves your big cock so much... mmm... when it's inside me later... Mommy will definitely... feel so good... mmm... I'm going to make you... feel... good... feel great..."

These lewd words, along with her small hands stroking his large penis, made Zhou Ping love his mother's wantonness to the point of madness.

His enormous, steel-like penis, stimulated intensely, swelled even thicker, longer, and redder, like a freshly forged iron bar, so red and hard.

Zhou Ping's lust was raging; his whole body trembled as if in agony, his buttocks thrusting upwards, matching Xiangping's movements as she stroked his penis, moving up and down to meet her thrusts.

"Oh... Mom... I feel so good... so good... mmm..."

Xiangping, watching her son's movements, knew he was reaching his peak.

So, she put all her effort into it. Facing this thick, large penis, Xiangping felt an indescribable admiration and tenderness.

Even Lin Jianzhou's big penis, which she had seen before, couldn't compare to Zhou Ping's.

Just that large, purplish-red glans alone made her heart flutter. After being stimulated by the blood, the swollen, red glans was as big as a large egg. If it were to penetrate her later, she would surely die.

"Sigh... this boy is truly a woman's nemesis. He has such a magnificent endowment; I wonder how many women he will seduce." "

However, as long as I hold onto him tightly and make him feel pleasure to the point of death, then I will definitely go out and seduce men. Having one at home is hundreds of times better than men outside..."

Xiangping's small hands kept vigorously stroking the penis, making wishful calculations in her mind.

So, Xiangping quickly lowered her head and first saliva. Her hands moved rhythmically around his penis, gently holding it, while her cherry-like lips parted to gently engulf the swollen, large glans.

"Oh! It's so big... I can barely hold it all..."

Her delicate lips tightly gripped the large glans, filling Wu Ping's cheeks. She immediately began to move her head up and down, her small mouth sucking and stroking the glans. She

also occasionally licked the groin with her tongue, sucking on the urethral opening, while her right hand cupped the two drooping testicles, sucking on them with her small mouth and kneading them with her small hand, busy and enjoying herself immensely.

Zhou Ping felt so comfortable that every pore on his body tingled with goosebumps, his glans felt unbearably itchy, his lust intensified, his breathing became rapid, his heart pounded, and his buttocks thrust forward forcefully.

"Ah...Mom...my darling...your little mouth is so tight...so warm...mmm...it's so good...I'm so happy...yes...tighter...it feels so good...mmm...oh...your big cock feels so good...so comfortable..."

Zhou Ping's big cock was being sucked and teased until he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mom...I want to fuck...fuck your hole...faster...faster..."

He shouted wildly, reached out and lifted Xiang Ping's pink breasts, laid her on her back on the bed, and rolled over to lie on top of her body.

He held Xiang Ping tightly with both hands, showering her face and neck with kisses...

Xiang Ping accepted her son's wild actions, letting out a soft moan as if she couldn't bear it: "Oh...darling...be gentle...mmm...hum...be gentle..."

At this moment, Zhou Ping felt like he was burning with fire, his wildness erupting, and he could no longer hold back.

His lower body writhed restlessly, his thick penis thrusting wildly against her plump vulva.

Driven by lust, Zhou Ping grasped his two large hands onto his full, firm breasts, squeezing and kneading them wildly.

Unable to resist the allure of the two bright red nipples on the peaks, he opened his mouth and took one into his mouth, sucking frantically and gently biting it with his teeth.

Xiangping, aroused by his series of teasing, felt as if insects were crawling and biting all over her body, her skin aching and itchy, her breathing rapid, and a tingling sensation spreading through her vagina. She couldn't help but twist her hips, arching her back and moaning, "Ah... um... darling... dear brother... I want your big cock inside... me... um... my pussy is so itchy... it's killing me... hum..."

Zhou Ping, stimulated by Xiangping's wanton behavior, became even more frenzied and wild.

He gripped her large breasts tightly with both hands, kneading and squeezing them wildly. The force made Xiangping feel extremely excited and stimulated; her face flushed even more, her vagina overflowing with lustful fluids, and she kept moaning.

His thick cock pressed against Xiangping's most sensitive and alluring clitoris, rubbing and thrusting against it with its large glans.

"Mmm...uh...it's so itchy...oh...darling...I want you...big cock...insert Mommy's little cunt...please...dear son...hum...ah..."

Xiangping was teased until her whole body trembled, her vagina unbearably itchy, her juices flowing freely, and she moaned lasciviously. She really felt her cunt was extremely itchy and desperately needed a big cock to relieve the itch.

So, Xiangping completely abandoned the hypocrisy of human self-respect and acted like a wanton little slut. He quickly reached out and grabbed his cock, and with his other hand, he parted her labia and brought the large glans to the wet vaginal opening.

Zhou Ping knew that his mother was extremely thirsty and he couldn't tease her anymore.

He thrust his hips forward, and with a "squelch," a thick cock was already more than halfway in.

"Ouch...dear son...don't move...it hurts!"

Xiangping's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking weak and helpless, and she grabbed his broad shoulders with both hands.

With only half of his large penis inside, Xiangping already groaned. Ignoring her cries, Zhou Ping thrust his hips forward again, and his hard, thick penis was fully inserted.

"Ah...it hurts...your big penis...uh...ouch...it hurts so much...darling...your penis...is too big...I can't take it...ouch...ah..." Her

vagina was swollen full after being filled by his large penis, the vaginal walls were squeezed and swollen, and her labia minora were squeezed as if they were about to be torn.

Xiangping had never experienced this before. When Zhou Youshan deflowered her, it was even more painful and stimulating.

Zhou Ping felt that his mother's vagina was like his sister's when he first deflowered her, so narrow, tight, and warm.

The tight grip of his thick penis on her labia excited him immensely.

He reached his hands under Xiangping's armpits, grabbed her pink shoulders, and thrust his penis in and out of her vagina with all his might.

"Ah... Ping... be gentle... Hmm... it's so full... Hmm..."

One soft cry after another escaped her lips as the large penis plunged in to its hilt. Xiangping's delicate vulva gripped the thick shaft tightly.

"Ah... Mmm... Darling... it's so full..." A mix of pain and satisfaction rippled through her.

Dozens of thrusts, each hitting her G-spot, that throbbing clitoris.

The tingling, numb sensation from the constant thrusting lessened the pain of her labia being torn.

Instead, a blissful, intoxicating sensation filled her.

Xiangping's face flushed with desire, her vulva overflowing with lustful fluids. The gentle kiss of the glans on her G-spot was so pleasurable it made her tremble, clinging tightly to Zhou Ping.

"Ah... Ping... my dear brother... I feel so good... Hmm... Oh... I love you... thrust into my little cunt... Oh..."

A surge of passionate stimulation ignited a torrent of lust within Xiangping.

Xiangping spread her legs wide, her feet planted on the bed, thrusting her full, plump vulva toward his penis. Her round, round buttocks swayed and twisted like a windmill.

Her vaginal walls were already soaked with a stream of lustful fluid, and the penis no longer felt out of place as it had at the beginning.

Zhou Ping kissed her fragrant lips, holding his mother tightly, his penis thrusting in and out of her opening and closing vagina.

"Oh… dear brother… mmm… oh… you're hitting it… my pussy feels so good… my dear son… oh… oh… oh… your penis is hitting it… hitting my G-spot… oh…"

Xiangping was being penetrated by Zhou Ping's exceptionally large penis, experiencing ecstasy.

Her eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly parted, her body swaying, her hands wrapped around her son, her plump, white buttocks rotating and thrusting upwards.

"Mmm...darling...brother...you're so good at fucking...it feels so good...it's so horny...oh...so tingly...so beautiful...fuck...fuck again..."

Xiangping moaned, her plump buttocks swaying up and down with each thrust.

"Thud! Thud!" The sounds of her juices rubbing against his penis mingled with Xiangping's frenzied moans,

stimulating Zhou Ping's blood to boil even more, his lust surging even higher.

He withdrew his hands, knelt on the bed, and tightly embraced her full buttocks, making her plump, wet pussy even more prominent.

He continued to thrust and pump, straight in and out, hitting her G-spot every time.

Xiangping was so comfortable she felt like her soul was leaving her body, her whole body trembling violently, moaning incessantly.

"Quick... big cock... dear brother... I love you insert... oh... hum... I want... I want to cum... oh... so beautiful... ah... cum... I'm giving it to my big cock brother..."

"Ugh... um... no... hum..."

A wave of ecstatic pleasure washed over Xiangping, and she couldn't help but release her vaginal fluid from deep within her womb.

Zhou Ping felt a surge of heat rushing to his glans, making it tingle and itch.

"Mom! Are you comfortable?"

"Ugh! You're still talking! I almost died."

Xiangping released her vaginal fluid in pleasure, and was now exhausted, her body soft and weak, covered in fragrant sweat, panting heavily, indescribably beautiful and alluring.

"Mom! So do you like me?"

This question made Xiangping blush, and she quickly wrapped her pink buttocks tightly around Zhou Ping, saying coquettishly:

"Ping! I like... I love you... I love your big cock... but it's so bad... I'm scared... but I love it..."

This series of lewd actions and coquettish voices made Zhou Ping's desire surge again. His large penis throbbed restlessly inside her warm, wet vagina.

Xiangping felt it twitching inside her, knowing he wasn't satisfied.

She swayed her pink buttocks slightly, giving him a flirtatious wink, "Ping! Your penis hasn't gone soft... is it... going to be inside again..."

Then she smiled shyly, "As long as you want... Mom can let you inside again... Ping! You know what? I love you so much... I want my son... to enjoy Mom's alluring body..."

Zhou Ping found his mother incredibly adorably lewd. Moreover, he hadn't had enough of his mother's body.

"Mom, I want to change positions, okay?"

"Hmm! As long as you like, Mom will do it..."

Hearing his mother's willing agreement, Zhou Ping felt an indescribable affection for her, cherishing this incomparably beautiful rose in his heart. Involuntarily, his hand moved up and down her fair, tender body.

"Mom, let's go somewhere else, let's go to the wall together, and do it standing up, okay?"

"This...is that alright?" Xiangping had never tried her son's suggestion before.

She only knew that most positions for male-female intercourse were lying, kneeling, or prone on the bed, and she didn't know there was a standing position, so she was both skeptical and eager to try.

"Sure! Don't you know that this position is often used by men and women when they're having an affair?" With that, Zhou Ping quickly pulled out his large penis, got out of bed, and took his mother's arm.

Xiang Ping, tempted by his words, couldn't help but want to try it too, especially since she was already promiscuous and alluring; she was even more eager to experience the pleasure.

So, the two of them got out of bed, Zhou Ping supporting his mother's shoulders, and walked to the corner of the wall.

Xiang Ping was gently pushed by her son, her back pressed against the wall. Then, Zhou Ping, with his thick penis erect, pressed his hands against her slender waist, his lips against his mother's cherry lips, exploring her fragrant tongue.

An incomparable warmth welled up in Xiang Ping's heart with Zhou Ping's kiss. She couldn't resist, her two arms wrapping around her son's neck, actively responding. A

passionate, deep kiss ensued, Xiang Ping's small tongue darting out, which Zhou Ping immediately captured, sucking it with abandon, their bodies pressed together in a passionate, entangled embrace.

After kissing for a while, Zhou Ping gently stuck out his tongue and whispered in his mother's ear, "Mom! Hold me tight, then lift your left leg."

It was the first time Xiang Pu had used this position, and her cheeks flushed with shyness as she let out a soft "Mmm." She gently wrapped her arms around her son's neck and slowly lifted her left leg.

Zhou Ping smiled, extending his right hand to lift her raised left leg, while his left hand held his penis, the large glans already touching the entrance of her vagina, lubricated by her wetness.

"Mmm... Ping... be gentle... this position feels so tight inside!"

Seeing that he was ready to penetrate, Xiang Ping's heart pounded with nervousness, her face flushed, her large, watery eyes fixed on her son, and she whispered,

"Mom! Don't worry, I'll make you ejaculate again!"

"Mmm... you're

so naughty..." Because Zhou Ping was tall and strong, while Xiang Ping was of average build, she only reached his shoulder.

So, Zhou Ping held her left leg with his right hand, grasped his large penis with his left, aimed it at her vaginal opening, bent his legs forward, and thrust his buttocks forward.

"Thud!" With a sound, a thick, long penis slid completely into her vagina.

"Oh...so full...um...hum..."

Zhou Ping thrust his buttocks forward forcefully, so hard that the hard, round glans pressed heavily against her clitoris, causing Xiang Ping to groan.

After his penis entered her plump vagina, he grabbed his mother's slender waist with his left hand, and began to sway his buttocks from side to side, thrusting forward and backward, wildly and fiercely pumping in and out.

"Oh...darling...this feeling...is so...beautiful...so comfortable..."

Xiang Ping's legs were on the ground, and although her left leg was raised high by her son, this position caused the muscles of her vaginal walls to tighten, preventing her vagina from opening too wide.

So Xiangping's plump, red vulva felt quite tight. The thick, hard penis was inserted to the very root into her narrow opening, making her feel incredibly comfortable. She couldn't help but gently twist her hips.

At first, they weren't very skilled in this position, so they could only move slowly and gently in coordination.

After a while, their lust flared up again. Driven by their shared passion, the speed of the penis thrusting and the hips twisting increased rapidly, and Xiangping's moans grew louder.

"Ah…ah…big penis brother…hum…um…my little hole is so…so beautiful…um…brother…your penis…so thick…um…my little hole…is being fucked…so numb…so itchy…so comfortable…hum…"

Xiangping's cheeks flushed red from the large penis, her expression wanton, her moans continuous.

The wetness inside her vagina was pleasurable, and streams of vaginal fluid flowed out like surging waves, wetting Zhou Ping's pubic hair as his large penis pressed against her. She felt incredibly lubricated inside her vagina, and Zhou Ping thrust his hips even more violently, his labia opening and closing with a "sizzle! sizzle!" sound.

"Dear brother... brother... hum... sister feels so... so good... oh... your penis is so deep... umm... big penis son... my legs are sore... ouch... it's inside my... uterus... sister has... no strength left... hum... um..."

Xiang Ping tightly hugged Zhou Ping's neck with both hands, her right foot on the ground, her left foot held up by his right hand, her snow-white flesh pressed tightly against her ear by Zhou Ping's strong body.

Her plump, swollen vulva was being relentlessly pounded by a large penis. The walls of her vagina were being rubbed by the thick, hard penis, and her clitoris was being rapidly struck by the large glans like raindrops, sending her into a blissful, intoxicating state.

"Ouch... Ping... Darling... I'm out of strength... Ouch... You're hitting... my clitoris again... Ugh... You're so naughty... Oh... Hmph..."

Standing on one leg was truly unbearable for the pampered Xiangping.

Every time her right leg went weak and her knee bent forward, her body would sink, and her clitoris would be pounded until her whole body went numb, causing her to tremble, her eyebrows furrow, her mouth wide open, and she would moan incessantly.

Seeing her thirsty state, Zhou Ping seemed to feel the satisfaction of a conqueror.

So, he reached out and forcefully lifted Xiangping's jade foot off the ground.

Xiangping, like a monkey climbing a tree, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her pink legs hooked around Zhou Ping's waist, her tender and smooth body clinging to him.

His thick, long penis stood erect, thrusting deep into her vagina.

Zhou Ping's strong arms embraced her, her smooth, delicate buttocks pressed firmly against the ground.

"Oh... brother... good husband... this position... it's killing me... hmph... thrusting... oh... big penis... oh... hmph..."

Already aroused, Xiangping was further stimulated by his special position and strong penis, becoming even more wanton and seductive, her large buttocks swaying up and down incessantly.

Due to Xiangping's delicate nature, each powerful downward thrust of her buttocks caused the glans to push deep into her uterus, making her face flush even redder, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her, a blissful sensation that penetrated to her very bones.

"Oh...so...so good...so good...oh...I feel so good...so beautiful...oh...faster...faster...I can't hold back anymore...hum...um..."

Seeing that Xiangping seemed to be getting aroused again, Zhou Ping quickly hugged her delicate body and turned to walk towards the edge of the bed.

Reaching the bedside, he bent down and pressed his upper body against Xiangping's, lifting her plump, jade-like buttocks high in the air, and began thrusting vigorously. His

large glans pressed against her clitoris, grinding and rotating relentlessly.

"Ugh...such a big cock...dear husband...little sister...I'm so happy...hum...ah...my clitoris is being pounded...oh...oh...it feels so good...ah...ah..."

The large glans thrust against her clitoris, the large cock forcefully penetrating her clitoris.

All of this greatly pleased Xiangping. Her hair was disheveled, her face flushed, and she swayed from side to side, panting heavily. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, as if she wanted to tear them apart. Her seemingly unbearable yet alluringly seductive state was enough to make one's lust surge and one's soul fly to the heavens.

Suddenly...

"Ouch... Brother... Hmm... Ugh... Sister can't... Can't take it anymore... Ugh... Faster... Thrust harder... Ouch... Ouch... I'm going to lose it... Ah... Lost it... Lost it... Ugh... Brother... Ah... Ah..."

Unable to withstand the intense stimulation, Xiangping screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Her whole body convulsed in spasms, her uterus contracted strongly, and waves of scalding vaginal fluid gushed out.

Stimulated by the thick, hot vaginal fluid, Zhou Ping felt a tingling numbness in his lower back. He struggled a few more times, his glans went numb, his lower back contracted, and a stream of hot semen shot out from his glans, shooting deep into Xiang Ping's core, causing her to moan repeatedly, her whole body going limp.

"Oh…oh…brother…you…came too…oh…um…so hot…so strong…um…hum…"

After a burst of intense pleasure, both were exhausted. Zhou Ping quickly got up, and after cleaning up, Xiang Ping, having been with two men, fell asleep, exhausted.

Zhou Ping wanted to go for a second round, but seeing that Xiang Ping was too tired to speak, he got out of bed, left the bedroom, and returned to his own room to rest.

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The rainy season had long since passed under the warm sunshine.

It was the height of May, a vibrant and energetic month.

Since Zhou Ping's successive sexual encounters with his stepmother and sister, he had been able to satisfy his sexual desires and feel a sense of heroism in bed, finally releasing years of pent-up frustration.

However, due to their mother-son relationship, Zhou Ping always held Xiang Ping in awe, and because of his father, he dared not act rashly.

Although Xiang Ping, after their intimate encounter, was captivated by his youthful vitality and boundless energy, she became increasingly attached to him.

Zhou Ping, however, often politely declined her advances, because at least he still had his sister, Qianru, and he dared not face public criticism, condemning him for incest and matricide.

Today, it was another scorching hot day.

Zhou Ping, a student with nothing to do, habitually went to the First Café. As he entered, Lin Youxiang greeted him with a welcoming smile.

"I've been waiting for you, knowing you'd come today!"

Lin Youxiang was a man in his thirties with earthy skin and a thin face. He was a regular at this café.

This café, with its reasonable prices, elegant decor, and soothing atmosphere, often attracted intellectuals who would quietly contemplate and listen to soft music. So, on several occasions when the café was crowded, Zhou Ping and Lin Youxiang sat at the same table and got to know each other.

After exchanging names, he introduced himself as a painter, which Zhou Ping readily believed when he saw the ink stains on his fingernails. After

a few pleasant conversations at the same table, Zhou Ping and Lin Youxiang became fast friends. From then on, because Lin Youxiang was slightly older, Zhou Ping called him "Big Brother.

" "Hey! Big Brother Lin, long time no see!"

Zhou Ping greeted Lin Youxiang immediately upon seeing him, pulling out the chair from their table and sitting down.

"Brother Lin, you were waiting for me. Is there something you need?"

"Nothing much, really. I was just feeling down today, so I came out for a walk by myself. I've been sitting here idly for half the day, and then I remembered you don't have class today. I figured you'd come, so I waited for you here..."

Zhou Ping thought about it and realized he had indeed told him that he didn't have class on Wednesdays and spent most of his time at this café.

"Brother Lin, how many paintings have you finished lately?"

"I just finished two recently. Now that I'm done, I have some free time and want to rest a bit before painting again."

Zhou Ping and Lin Youxiang chatted like this, talking about all sorts of random things for a while. The sounds of horns and cars outside gradually grew louder.

It was already past six o'clock. The sky was dim, but the neon lights on both sides of the street illuminated the road, creating a bright and colorful scene. The crowds of people leaving work were gradually increasing. Everyone was rushing to get back to their warm homes.

Lin Youxiang glanced at his watch on his left wrist, which bore a note to Zhou Ping, and said,

"Zhou Ping, it's getting dark. Let's go out for dinner!"

"Okay!"

Zhou Ping thought to himself, going home so early would mean Qianru would have to work overtime, and facing a stern father and a lewd mother would make him uncomfortable. So he readily agreed.

Lin Youxiang stood up, paid the bill at the counter, then put his arm around Zhou Ping's shoulder, and the two walked happily out of the coffee shop towards the Brothers Hotel.

Along the way, they chatted intimately, Lin Youxiang treating Zhou Ping like a brother.

Entering the hotel, they went up to the second floor and sat down at a table near the stage. They ordered a few dishes and a bottle of No. 2 whiskey.

The waiter brought the food, and Lin Youxiang and Zhou Ping sat down at the table to enjoy their meal.

"Zhou Ping! Have you ever had any experience touching a woman's skin?"

Lin Youxiang suddenly asked a strange question.

Zhou Ping was stunned by the question.

He had already had sexual relations with two women, one his sister and the other his mother. Although they weren't related by blood, their established relationship couldn't be erased.

He hesitated for a moment, unable to speak, and could only lower his head, pretending to glance at his watch.

"Oh, it's 9:30!"

"Ha! Ha! Drinking and wasting time, almost made me late."

Lin Youxiang laughed loudly, also glancing at his watch, his face showing an expression as if he suddenly remembered something he hadn't done.

"Brother Lin! What did you do wrong?"

Zhou Ping, seeing his flustered expression, quickly asked with concern.

"Zhou Ping, to be honest, I have a girlfriend who's also a painter. We often collaborate on paintings, which she then sells. Those paintings are very popular!"

Lin Youxiang said proudly, a joyful expression on his face.

Hearing this, Zhou Ping was very puzzled.

If their paintings were so popular, how could they be unknown?

"We had a very pleasant working relationship at the desk, so..."

"So what?!"

Zhou Ping asked anxiously when he saw Lin Youxiang hesitate to continue.

"So, naturally, we ended up working together in bed! Tonight is the perfect time for our rendezvous!"

Lin Youxiang said, his face slightly flushed.

"Well then, please go ahead. I just wanted to see your work. Since it's not possible today, we can do it another day!"

"No! Let me finish. My girlfriend, her name is Fangzi, she's a Japanese woman, twenty-three years old this year. Although her appearance is ordinary, her skin is round and smooth, her curves are exquisite, and she's quite attractive."

Zhou Ping felt that what he was saying was getting more and more outrageous, so he quickly said,

"Brother Lin! Are you drunk! She's your girlfriend, no matter how attractive she is, why do you have to tell me?"

"No! Zhou Ping, there's more to this! Fangzi is very trendy. Bold, in bed she often likes the double-horse position, and over time it has become an addiction, she can't enjoy anything else."

Lin Youxiang picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and continued:

"She repeatedly told me that I must bring an assistant on every day we meet! I think you're very suitable, and we get along very well, so I'd like to ask you for help. Actually, you can also enjoy some different things, why not? Fangzi might have some leftover paper on hand, you can take a look too!"

"Hey! Brother Lin! You've been talking for so long, and I still don't know what 'two horses on the same stake' means?"

"Two horses on the same stake means two men serving one woman at the same time!"

Zhou Ping was a man with sexual experience, and after a little thought, he immediately understood what it meant, but hearing this for the first time, he couldn't help but wonder:

"How can this be?"

"Ha! Ha! Zhou Ping, don't worry, if I say it's okay, then it's okay."

"Then Brother Lin! 'Two horses on the same stake' is a new term you invented, isn't it?"

Zhou Ping felt that the name seemed a bit inappropriate, so he asked again.

"I didn't invent it. This term 'two horses on the same stake' has long been recorded in ancient books."

"Ancient books? Then why haven't I read them?"

Zhou Ping thought to himself that he was already a senior in college, so if Lin Youxiang was talking about ancient books, why hadn't he read them? He was suspicious.

"Ha! Zhou Ping! Don't be unconvinced. The ancient books I mentioned aren't ours, but products of Japan."

Seeing his suspicious look, Lin Youxiang laughed and continued.

However, after hearing what he said, Zhou Ping understood a little. Fangzi was a Japanese woman, so the term "two horses on the same stake" was something Fangzi had told him.

"Oh! Brother Lin, didn't Fangzi tell you?"

"Yes! She said that during the Edo period in Japan, Lady Hishikawa, the wife of the lord of An'o County, was also fond of this. One night, the lord discovered her and killed the adulterer who was attacking her in front of her. A monk who was attacking her from behind took the opportunity to escape. It is recorded in history that this position was very popular at that time, so the name 'two horses on the same stake' has long been classic."

"Oh...oh...yes...yes..."

Zhou Ping was young and very curious. Listening to Lin Youxiang's eloquent description, his heart was pounding like a deer, his blood was rushing, and he had a feeling of impulse.

Knowing that he was already tempted, Lin Youxiang urged Zhou Ping,

"Let's go, it's good to see the world."

As he spoke, Lin Youxiang pulled Zhou Ping away from the restaurant, hailed a taxi, and Zhou Ping reluctantly followed Lin Youxiang into the car.

The taxi sped towards a hotel on the outskirts of Taipei.

Upon arrival, the two paid and got out.

Lin Youxiang, as if an experienced horseman, gripped Zhou Ping's arm, as if afraid he might run away, and led him straight to the ninth floor.

Reaching room 907, Lin Youxiang pressed the doorbell.

A soft, feminine voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

Zhou Ping felt a surge of nervous excitement, his palms sweating profusely.

After all, Zhou Ping was still a young man, lacking Lin Youxiang's experience and maturity.

And now, he was there to "help out," and the thought of doing this in front of others, enjoying a woman with another man, was truly unsettling…

Zhou Ping's mind raced with anxiety. Before he could finish his thought, the door opened.

"Darling! It's you! Come in!"

The woman who opened the door, seeing Lin Youxiang and Zhou Ping, quickly stepped back, waving her hand in welcome, while her alluring eyes were fixed on Zhou Ping.

Lin Youxiang turned back and smiled at Zhou Ping, winking at him, and said,

"Zhou Ping, come in!"

So the two entered the room, and Fangzi invited them to sit on the sofa, casually bringing out two cups of coffee.

Just as Lin Youxiang had said, Fangzi's appearance was only average, but her fair and rosy body, her breasts firm and upright under her bathrobe, her incredibly slender waist, her plump buttocks, her slender white thighs...

she was a very seductive and alluring woman, which couldn't help but captivate Zhou Ping's heart.

"Fangzi, let me introduce you. This is my assistant, Zhou Ping, whom I'm bringing along tonight."

"Mr. Zhou, hello."

Fangzi knew Zhou Ping was there to act as the rearguard, and with her captivating, watery eyes, she kept sending him flirtatious glances, her eyebrows fluttering in a smile, nodding tenderly in greeting.

"Do you have any leftover paintings? Let Zhou Ping take a look."

Lin Youxiang said, taking out two cigarettes and handing one to Zhou Ping.

Fangzi then took a booklet from her bag and placed it on the table in front of Zhou Ping.

"Only one booklet left. Because of its high price, it hasn't sold yet. Mr. Zhou, please take a look."

Zhou Ping, puffing on his cigarette, opened the booklet, becoming completely engrossed.

Every page and every picture depicted various positions of male and female intercourse. The expressions of the figures in this erotic picture book were all vivid and lifelike.

Only then did Zhou Ping realize that these two weren't genuine painters at all, but rather professional erotic artists.

Just as Zhou Ping was engrossed in looking at those erotic picture books, Lin Youxiang and Fangzi went to the bathroom together for a shower.

The vivid pictures were incredibly realistic; everything from large penises to plump, tender vulvas was depicted with such lifelike detail. Especially captivating were the alluring women in the pictures, their entranced and wanton states fueling Zhou Ping's fantasies and arousing his lust.

He looked at the picture books again and again, completely captivated.

Suddenly, Lin Youxiang called out,

"Zhou Ping, that's enough! Stop looking! What's the point of looking at those pictures for pleasure when there are real women around?"

Hearing this, Zhou Ping was jolted awake from his erotic dream. He saw Lin Youxiang, having finished his bath, wearing only underwear, embracing Fangzi, who was wearing a bathrobe, as they walked towards him from the bathroom.

"Okay...okay..." Zhou Ping stammered, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Seeing Zhou Ping's awkward expression, the seductive Fangzi couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hehe!"

This made Zhou Ping quickly close the picture book and put it on the table, his handsome face, already red, drooping even lower.

"Alright! Zhou Ping, you should go take a shower too. We're waiting for you."

Lin Youxiang knew this was the first time Zhou Ping had encountered such a situation; after all, he was still a student, easily embarrassed, and couldn't bear to see Zhou Ping so flustered. That's why he told Zhou Ping to go take a shower.

Hearing what Brother Lin said, Zhou Ping sheepishly entered the bathroom and quickly closed the door.

Standing in the bathroom, he felt the room's decor was very high-class, which made him feel more comfortable. He quickly took a deep breath to calm his earlier impulsive and shy emotions.

Zhou Ping took off his clothes, took a comfortable shower, and then put his underwear back on.

Just as he was about to put his clothes back on, Zhou Ping remembered that Lin Youxiang had left looking like that. So, emboldened, he didn't bother to dress properly and simply walked out, clothes in hand.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the sight of Lin Youxiang and Fangzi on the bed left Zhou Ping speechless and stunned.

At this moment, Lin Youxiang was kneeling, bent over, between Fangzi's two jade-like legs. He lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, and extended his long tongue, gently stirring, sucking, and licking Fangzi's rosy, glistening, tender clitoris, labia, and vulva…

Fangzi lay supine on the bed, her smooth, soft body radiating desire. Her breasts were round and full, snow-white and full, the two cherry-like nipples slightly upturned, the pink areolas so alluring against the backdrop of her white breasts, stimulating the man's lust.

Looking down, past her slender waist and smooth abdomen, down to her thighs

, a thicket of dark, glossy pubic hair grew on her rounded mons pubis. Her two plump, shapely legs were spread wide, and Lin Youxiang's head was resting on them.

Lin Youxiang's sucking made Fangzi's body feel like it was being bitten and crawled by insects, her whole body throbbing restlessly, her face flushed, swaying from side to side, seemingly in a state of unbearable itching.

Zhou Ping felt a surge of lust watching, his mouth secretly watering.

He came out of the bathroom, but Lin Youxiang and Fangzi didn't notice, preoccupied with Wang Qian's enjoyment.

After watching for a while, Zhou Ping's lust intensified, his penis, stimulated by the hot and sensual scene before him, became erect, slowly engorged with blood, and grew hard and thick.

"You...you guys..."

Zhou Ping couldn't bear the arousing sight, he stammered, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Youxiang and Fangzi, who were intoxicated by the licking on the bed, enjoying the gushing fluids from her vagina, their bodies limp, were awakened by his voice.

But Youxiang didn't stop, nor did he turn his head to look at Zhou Ping, his mouth still kissing and sucking on her vagina.

Fangzi then opened her alluring eyes and met Zhou Ping's gaze.

"Zhou Ping... come on... take off your panties... get on the bed..."

a sweet voice rang out, and Zhou Ping quickly took off his panties, letting his erect penis breathe some fresh air.

Once the pants were off, a massive penis, already hard as a giant flashlight, was revealed before the lustful Fangzi.

Fangzi trembled at the sight, secretly praising, "Ah! What a big penis!"

In fact, Lin Youxiang's penis was already quite thick and long, but compared to Zhou Ping's, it paled in comparison.

Zhou Ping's penis was truly frightening; conservatively speaking, it was about nine inches long, as thick as the handle of a baseball bat, with a bright red glans like a duck's egg, and a deep groove like a tiger's penis.

Fangzi felt weak all over, her heart surging with desire.

Thinking to himself that if it were inserted into his anus later, he'd probably burst from the swelling, but such a thick and long penis was something he'd never seen before, and it would be a shame not to enjoy it.

Her two watery, seductive eyes stared at his hard, thick, extra-large member, a blush rising to her face, forgetting that Youxiang was licking her vulva.

Fangzi, with her beautiful, clever eyes and shy face, beckoned to him, saying,

"Mr. Zhou... come on... let me suck your big penis, make you feel good, feel good..."

Hearing that she wanted to taste his penis, Zhou Ping quickly climbed onto the bed.

He knelt on the bed, making Fangzi's pink face face his large penis.

Fangzi deliberately gave him a seductive wink, then sat up, supporting herself on the bed with her left hand, and reached out her right hand to grasp his penis, thrusting it hard a few times.

Zhou Ping was aroused, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

Fangzi had intended to flaunt her beauty, praising Zhou Ping's penis for its magnificent and intimidating size.

However, with Youxiang's tender, dripping vagina sucking on it, Fangzi swallowed her words to avoid hurting his pride.

Instead, she used her nimble little hands to tightly grip Zhou Ping's penis, her alluring eyes subtly seductive as she gave him a suggestive, lewd smile as a testament to her deepest affection.

This only fueled Zhou Ping's arousal; his already hard penis, gripped tightly, became even harder, veins bulging, like a thick water snake writhing in her small hand.

Fangzi watched, her heart itching. She gripped his penis tightly, bringing her lips to it, gently sucking on the glistening red head.

Then, her cherry lips parted slightly, taking the hard, large penis into her mouth, holding it tightly, and moving the head up and down.

Fangzi had a naturally small, cherry-like mouth. The large penis inside her mouth gave her a strange, pleasurable sensation—warm, soft, and incredibly comfortable.

Zhou Ping was stimulated until his whole body went numb.

Wang Qian reached out and grasped her two firm, smooth breasts, kneading them vigorously.

The three of them played this erotic game in turn, filling the entire suite with a scene of springtime passion.

The lust between the two men and the woman ignited rapidly like dry tinder… burning unbearably for all three.

Lin Youxiang was the first to succumb to his sexual urges. He quickly stood up and knelt beneath Fangzi.

Lifting Fangzi's legs with both hands, he aimed his large penis at her wet opening, thrusting his hips forward. With a "whoosh!" sound, his penis slid in completely, and then he began to thrust vigorously.

"Ugh… ugh… hmph…"

Fangzi's vagina, penetrated by the penis and subjected to Youxiang's vigorous thrusting, seemed to want to moan something.

But with an extra-large penis in her mouth, her cheeks tingled and swollen, unable to make a sound, only able to gasp and moan softly.

"Oh...uh...mmm...uh..."

Youxiang knew Fangzi was an incredibly wanton and lustful woman, usually extremely seductive, and with just his own energy, he was often driven to ejaculation by her, leaving him weak and powerless.

To vent his anger at being humiliated by her, coupled with Zhou Ping's prowess today, Lin Youxiang felt that it would be ungentlemanly not to avenge this.

He gripped Fangzi's legs tightly with both hands, his large penis moving freely, thrusting and pumping wildly, each stroke going all the way to the root, occasionally pressing the glans against the most sensitive spot deep inside her vagina, his buttocks pressing and grinding against it forcefully.

This aroused Fangzi greatly, her juices flowing freely, her clitoris throbbing wildly, her round and plump buttocks thrusting and twisting wildly in response.

"Ugh! Ugh... Hmm... Hmph... Hmm... Hmm..."

Fangzi gasped, her face flushed.

Zhou Ping's huge penis was inside Fangzi's small, fragrant lips, and before her eyes was a vivid erotic scene. Youxiang's huge penis was thrusting in and out with tremendous force, making Fangzi's jade body tremble wildly, her slender waist twist wildly, and her plump, protruding vulva thrusting forward forcefully. This lewd posture made Zhou Ping's eyes burn with lust.

Unable to resist the temptation of Fangzi's beautiful body, Zhou Ping quickly grabbed Fangzi's pink nipples with both hands, pulled his buttocks back, and pulled his extra-large penis out of her mouth, Fangzi's mouth full of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"Brother Lin! I want to have my ass inserted too..."

Zhou Ping said to Lin Youxiang, who was busy inserting his penis into her anus.

Fangzi, her body limp, gasped and pleaded upon hearing that an enormous penis was about to be inserted into her anus:

"Oh... Mr. Zhou... no... no... your penis... is too thick... too long... please... insert it into my wet hole... let... let... Youxiang insert it into my anus... um..."

Although it wasn't the first time Fangzi's anus had been penetrated, Zhou Ping's penis was truly terrifying. She thought that if it were really inserted, that would be...

"Zhou Ping, ignore this slut's moans..."

Such sweet pleas did not move Youxiang in the slightest. He urged Zhou Ping,

"Don't worry that this slut can't take it. She wishes a man would penetrate her asshole every day. Hurry! I'll get the position ready first. Zhou Ping, just insert it whenever you see her asshole."

With that, Youxiang bent down, his two strong arms tightly embracing Ruo Fangzi, and forcefully flipped her over.

Fangzi's delicate body was now on top of Youxiang.

However, Youxiang's penis continued to thrust and pound wildly, causing the tender little hole to bulge and swell with red flesh.

Zhou Ping no longer cared about Fangzi's life or death. He turned around and knelt behind the two of them, looking at Fangzi's snow-white and plump buttocks. He reached out and gently stroked her buttocks, finding them very smooth and soft in his hand.

Fangzi trembled with fear when Zhou Ping touched her buttocks. Unable to break free from Youxiang's embrace, she could only twist her pink buttocks to hide, her small mouth softly uttering,

"Ugh... Oh... Mr. Zhou... Please... Don't insert it into her anus... As long as... you don't... I'll give you enough pleasure... Humph... Please..." "

Zhou Ping... Don't listen to her... Hurry up and insert it... Hurry up and apply the ointment... Insert it into her anus..."

One urged, the other pleaded, leaving Zhou Ping in a dilemma, unsure what to do.

Just as he hesitated...

"Zhou Ping... Hurry... Haven't you never inserted it into a woman's anus before?... It's rare... What are you still considering..."

Lin Youxiang's words reminded him of his predicament.

Looking at Fangzi's alluring flesh, her white and tender buttocks, Zhou Ping was truly captivated.

So he made up his mind, using the Vaseline ointment that Lin Youxiang had prepared beforehand. He scooped out a handful, smeared it on his palm, and then spread it on his penis.

His entire large penis became greasy and slippery, truly resembling a large water snake.

He then scooped out another handful of ointment and applied it to Fangzi's narrow anus.

With just that gentle application, Fangzi was already trembling with tension; her slender waist swayed violently, and her buttocks shook uncontrollably.

In her anxiety, she cried out:

"No...don't...please...Mr. Zhou...no...big-dicked husband...don't insert...sister...can't...no..."

Before Fangzi could finish her lewd moans, Zhou Ping had already decided to mount her.

He grasped the thick, hard penis with his right hand: the glans was right at the anus, and he gently rubbed it left and right, up and down.

This time, Fangzi couldn't take it anymore.

Inside her vagina, Youxiang's penis was thrusting in and out, the vaginal walls feeling both numb and incredibly pleasurable from the glans.

Now, Zhou Ping's mushroom-shaped glans was rubbing incessantly against her anus, making Fangzi feel so good she was almost out of her mind, her whole body trembling violently, moaning and crying out:

"Oh... my two dear brothers... mmm... oh... you're doing it so well... it feels so good... hmph... my butt is so itchy... oh... so good... ah..."

Fangzi's narrow anus had long harbored a fetish for being penetrated by large penises.

Now, with the round, large glans rubbing, grinding, and turning on it, she could hardly control herself.

The itching in her anus not only seeped into her heart but also into the depths of her uterus, spreading throughout her entire body, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Fangzi's alluring eyes were half-closed, almost slits, her breathing was heavy, her small mouth made continuous moaning sounds, her whole body was burning hot, her jade body twisted wildly, and an unprecedented sense of beauty washed over her.

"Ah! Mmm... Good... Good... Brother... It's so good... Sister... It's so itchy... So comfortable... Mmm... Mmm..."

Lying beneath her, Youxiang clung tightly to Fangzi, his buttocks thrusting upwards with all his might, his large penis pumping in and out of her trembling, red vulva.

Zhou Ping, kneeling behind Fangzi's buttocks, also pressed down on her snow-white buttocks, his glans rubbing against her anus for a while until it was incredibly slippery.

So, he straightened his body, aimed his glans at her anus, and thrust his hips forward with all his might.

"Mmm... Mmm... Brother Zhou... Hmph... Your big glans is inside... your anus... Mmm... It's so full... Oh... My little hole is so beautiful... Mmm... Sister is going to die..."

After Zhou Ping pushed his large glans into her tight anus, to ease Fangzi's pain, he dared not thrust his penis any further, only swaying his buttocks from side to side, his glans gently poking and rotating at the opening of her anus.

The intense stimulation from both ends aroused Fangzi to become even more wanton. Her buttocks twisted and swayed wildly from side to side and front to back, her body tightly wrapped around Youxiang, her hands pounding the bed incessantly, her little mouth constantly moaning:

"Mmm... dear man... so comfortable... brother... sister is going to die... mmm... hum... good cock husband... fucking little sister to death... darling... oh... brother... hum... stop... can't fuck anymore..."

Lin Youxiang saw that Fangzi had reached the extreme of wantonness and knew that she was about to lose herself.

He held Fangzi's buttocks tightly, pressing down hard, his buttocks moving like a motor, thrusting his penis in and out, urging Zhou Ping:

"Hmph... Zhou Ping... faster... this little... little slut is almost there... let's... fuck... this cunt to death... hmph... hmph... faster... faster..."

At this moment, Zhou Ping finally mustered his strength, slowly thrusting his buttocks forward, his enormous penis gradually being pushed into her anus, slowly inch by inch, until finally his large penis was fully inserted into her fragrant anus.

After his large penis was inserted into her tight anus, Zhou Ping began to sway his buttocks from side to side, causing his penis to rub and rotate against the walls of her anus.

This caused Fangzi's body to spasm, feeling as if her vagina and anus were being penetrated by two large penises at the same time, especially her anus, which was stretched and burned, a sensation that was both sore and painful beyond description.

She reached out, reaching behind her to stroke Zhou Ping's thigh, while moaning softly,

"Mmm...dear cock brother...oh...I'm going to be...you guys fuck me to death...oh...I can't take it...hum...oh..."

Lin Youxiang and Zhou Ping worked seamlessly together, thrusting and twisting rhythmically.

Fangzi closed her eyes, her beautiful body writhing wildly.

Her white, tender buttocks rotated incessantly.

One of her plump vulvas was being penetrated by Lin Youxiang's cock, the bright red flesh turning inside out.

Zhou Ping's huge penis was pounding and twisting her plump buttocks.

Fangzi was being fucked by these two strong men until her body went limp, the fiery stimulation making her moan incessantly.

"Brother...dear...dear husband...ah...it's so beautiful...ouch...my little hole...is being pushed in...uh...I'm going to die...darling...humph..."

After Zhou Ping and Lin Youxiang thrust in and out more than fifty times, Fangzi's cries went from high to low.

At the same time, her swaying body slowly slowed down, her eyes were languid, her lips were full of desire, and her forehead was covered in fragrant sweat.

The experienced Lin Youxiang knew that Fangzi was close to climaxing.

He hurriedly shouted:

"Zhou Ping! Hurry...make her lose it...hurry...hurry..."

Therefore, Zhou Ping's buttocks twisted even faster, coordinating with Lin Youxiang's thrusting movements, frantically pounding Fangzi's anus.

After a while, Fangzi was so fucked that her four legs went limp, her whole body was covered in cold sweat, her eyes were tightly closed, and her juices were splashing everywhere.

Suddenly, she felt a piercing, bone-deep itch, and a gush of vaginal fluid shot out from her cervix.

She cried out,

"Oh...oh...I...I've given myself to you...uh...my little hole is...it's been fucked to death...ah...ah..."

With that cry, the itch was terrifying, like a bolt from the blue.

Fangzi's hair was disheveled, her eyes rolled back, her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, white fluid dripped from her mouth, and she fainted, unconscious. After

Fangzi fell, her white and tender flesh pressed against Lin Youxiang's body.

Seeing Fangzi faint from pleasure, he felt a release of years of resentment.

In his joy and relaxation, his penis trembled uncontrollably.

He felt a tingling, itchy sensation on his glans, and as his pores relaxed, thick semen rushed towards her core with the throbbing of his glans.

After ejaculating, Lin Youxiang, exhausted from exercise and due to excessive sexual activity, felt drowsy and numb all over.

He hurriedly asked,

"Zhou Ping...you...did you ejaculate...?"

Lin Youxiang's question stunned Zhou Ping.

He had seen Fangzi's body tremble before she fainted.

The penis in his anus and Lin Youxiang's penis inside his vagina were separated only by a thin layer of flesh; when Lin Youxiang ejaculated, his penis twitched violently, which Zhou Ping could feel.

However, behind the two of them enjoying their pleasure, only he remained energetic, his penis still erect as usual.

Zhou Ping found it difficult to express this feeling, only managing to mumble,

"Um...I...I...not yet..."

Lin Youxiang, however, had no interest in this little brother.

He quickly crawled out from under Fangzi, lazily lying down beside her delicate body, and turned to say,

"Well then, hurry up and do it a few times, then go to sleep early!"

After saying that, Lin Youxiang fell into a deep sleep.

Of the three, only Zhou Ping was awake, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Lin Youxiang and Fangzi were both satisfied, but he was the only one feeling resentful, which was really not being a good friend.

So, he pulled out his penis, lay down beside Fangzi, and unknowingly fell asleep as well.

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The next day, when the dazzling sunlight shone into the room,

Zhou Ping finally woke up from his sleep...

He opened his eyes, and the entire large Simmons bed was warm and soft, but Lin Youxiang and Fangzi were nowhere to be seen.

"Huh! Am I dreaming? No way! I still remember the three of them having a wild night, that exciting and sensual scene is still fresh in my mind..."

"Besides, I'm in a hotel, not my own home, so it must be real! Where are Brother Lin and his girlfriend Fangzi?"

Zhou Ping lay on the bed, thinking groggily for a while, then called out,

"Brother Lin! Brother Lin..."

The luxurious and large suite remained silent after Zhou Ping called for a while.

At this moment, Zhou Ping's sleepiness vanished, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. He hurriedly called out again,

"Fangzi! Fangzi..."

There was still no response in the room, and in fact, he was alone.

Zhou Ping quickly jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom, and ran to the living room to search several times, but he still couldn't find Lin Youxiang and Fangzi, which puzzled him.

"Strange? Where did they go?... Oh dear! I know..."

He seemed to remember something, and his face changed as he rushed back to the bedroom.

Seeing the clothes he'd left in the closet the night before, Zhou Ping quickly reached into the back pocket of his pants, pulled out his wallet, and opened it. He froze…

About four thousand yuan in cash was gone.

The usually composed Zhou Ping was now like a cat on a hot tin roof. He quickly picked up the phone, dialed a number, and connected to the front desk. He blurted out,

“Hello! Switchboard! This is room 907, may I ask…”

Before he could finish, a waitress answered,

“Mr. Zhou, your two friends left early this morning. They asked us not to disturb you so you could sleep peacefully.”

Hearing this, Zhou Ping realized he'd been scammed. Ashamed

to admit it, he hung up, went back to his bedroom, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling, feeling bewildered.

He hadn't even had enough fun last night, and now he'd lost over four thousand yuan; he was furious.

But there were other things to think about later. The immediate problem was that he hadn't paid the hotel rent, and his pockets were empty; he didn't even have

enough money for the bus fare home. After thinking for a while, Zhou Ping realized that the only solution was to contact his family and ask them to send some money.

However, another problem arose.

He couldn't tell his parents about this. What should he do?

"That's it! Call Qianru!"

Zhou Ping suddenly felt like he'd found a savior. He jumped out of bed, ran to the living room, grabbed the phone, and dialed Qianru's workplace.

Qianru answered the phone.

"Hello, is this Qianru? This is Zhou Ping, in room 903 of the Grand Hotel in the suburbs..."

Zhou Ping continued before Qianru could ask any questions, "Sister, hurry up and bring me some money, don't let Mom and Dad know!"

"Why do you need money?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just bring the money."

"Um... how much do you need?"

"I need two thousand yuan, please bring it quickly, okay?"

"Okay, I'll be right there."

The phone hung up, and Zhou Ping thought to himself, the problem is finally solved.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and then happily took a shower in the bathroom.

After showering, Zhou Ping came out of the bathroom wearing only his underwear, lay down on the bed, wanting to rest, but despite his happy mood, he couldn't fall asleep, and his mind wandered.

"Two horses on the same stake is too filthy. How can women throughout history be so obsessed with it? It's a bit unbelievable!"

Thinking of last night's events and the deception that occurred the moment he woke up this morning, Zhou Ping was filled with resentment. He made up his mind never to try it again.

As he thought about it, the images of Xiangping and her daughter Qianru surfaced in his mind.

His mother, Xiangping, was alluring and seductive, with her smooth, supple skin and seductive manner that made men ecstatic in bed. He found it hard to give her up.

But for his father, Zhou Youshan, he shouldn't continue this abnormal relationship.

And his sister, Qianru? In the prime of her youth, her body was as smooth and delicate as mutton fat, with a youthful, radiant skin that exuded the freshness of a spring morning, making her unforgettable.

Jia Guo and Qian Ru spent their days in pleasure; both being young, they seemed quite compatible.

Zhou Ping pondered this for a moment, when he suddenly heard a light knock at the door.

"Who is it? The door's open, come in."

A moment later, Qian Ru's beautiful body appeared outside the door. She cautiously peeked inside.

"Oh! It's you, come in quickly!"

Zhou Ping, seeing it was Qian Ru, got off the bed and greeted her.

Qian Ru, wearing a beige shirt and a plaid mini-skirt, entered the room and shakily closed the door.

"What's wrong, Zhou Ping?"

Her cheeks were pale and her breathing was rapid, clearly showing she had been extremely flustered.

"You didn't come home last night, and your parents are very worried. They were just about to call the police to look for you!"

"I'm here, do they know?"

"I didn't call to tell them."

Hearing her say that, Zhou Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief, the weight in his heart disappearing. Then he asked Qianru,

"Where's the money?"

"I brought it, it's here, two thousand yuan in total."

Qianru said, holding out the money to him.

Zhou Ping took the money, counted it briefly, and put it in his pocket. He looked up at Qianru again; she was standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside.

Only then did he carefully examine Qianru's back. Her figure was neither too plump nor too thin, her curves were shapely and exquisite, and her high, rounded buttocks were encased in a miniskirt.

Below were two round, firm, white, and tender legs, especially since the miniskirt made her two alluring thighs exposed, so captivating.

Seeing this, Zhou Ping felt a surge of desire. Unable to ignite his passion the previous night, the romantic atmosphere of the suite ignited his lust.

He stepped forward, pressing his hand against Qianru's back, and began to caress her delicate body wantonly.

"Mmm…uh…"

Qianru was aroused by Zhou Ping's sudden action, feeling a surge of heat.

The desire that had been building up over the past few days, preventing her from enjoying intimacy with Zhou Ping, was slowly being rekindled.

She turned around, her arms tightly wrapped around Zhou Ping's neck, and with a pout, her bright red lips pressed against his, kissing him passionately.

Zhou Ping knew she was already aroused and incredibly thirsty, so he intensified his caresses.

His hands slid down her back to her rounded buttocks, kneading her flesh with his palms.

He then lifted her miniskirt, his left hand forcefully slipping into her tight panties, feeling her plump, pink buttocks, so fleshy and elastic, and began to knead them wildly.

His right hand then reached between her thighs.

He lightly teased her smooth, silky, and delicate vulva with his fingers, occasionally teasing her full vulva through the thin panties.

This series of actions made Qianru feel itchy all over.

She quickly raised her head, her big, watery eyes pinching his handsome face, and said breathlessly,

"Ping, you're so naughty!..."

"Good sister, you only feel good when I'm naughty, right?"

As he spoke, Zhou Ping playfully teased her vulva with his fingers.

Qianru let out a soft "Oh!", swayed her waist slightly, pouted, glared at him, and said,

"But, how could you do that to Mom…"

Zhou Ping knew what she was referring to, but he couldn't offer any explanation, so he just opened his mouth, speechless for a long time.

"…"

Qianru knew he was stumped, but she was a gentle, considerate, and understanding girl.

She could forgive a boy's occasional impulsive mistakes.

But while forgiveness was possible, she wouldn't give in to weakness.

So, she deliberately gave him a warning, pretending to be angry as she said,

"Ping, you have me, why are you still so greedy?"

He looked guilty; indeed, since his encounter with his mother, he had wanted to sever this abnormal relationship, so he felt more at ease at this moment.

Zhou Ping asked with concern,

"You told Mom everything about us?"

"Yes! So if you ever act like a beast again, I'll never give it to you again."

Qianru tried to feign anger with her beautiful face, but looking at her beloved, she couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing her charming expression, Zhou Ping knew she wasn't truly angry.

He quickly raised his right hand, pointing to the sky as if swearing an oath, and said with a forced smile,

"I know I'll change, don't worry!"

"Okay! Then, let's go to bed!"

Qianru whispered sweetly in his ear, her eyes narrowed.

Zhou Ping's face lit up with joy, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

The two walked to the bedside together.

The clever Zhou Ping knew what to do next.

Their desire ignited like dry tinder.

Zhou Ping roughly ripped off her clothes with both hands. In an instant, Qianru's dress, bra, and panties were all gone, tossed onto the floor.

He gently placed her behind the soft bed and quickly removed his own underwear.

The sunlight shone on the beautiful, muscular woman on the bed. Qianru's naked body was smooth, delicate, and exceptionally alluring.

Zhou Ping was filled with lust, his blood boiling, his large penis swelling to over eight inches long, appearing incredibly majestic, its red and shiny glans trembling.

"Ping, I want... mmm..."

Before even engaging in intercourse, Qianru was already moaning wantonly.

Zhou Ping was momentarily disoriented by the sight of her and her wanton cries.

Like a hungry wolf devouring a sheep, he pressed his body against her beautiful flesh.

He opened his arms, tightly embracing Qianru, and pressed his burning lips against hers.

Qianru responded with ravenous passion, like a long-awaited woman, her small, fragrant tongue entwining with his, sucking eagerly and greedily.

At the same time, Zhou Ping's hands launched a fierce attack.

His left hand gripped her firm, perky breasts, occasionally kneading and pinching her nipples, which resembled ripe grapes. His

right hand traced upwards along her fair, rounded legs.

Her long, slender legs began to tremble, her waist twisting like a water snake.

In an instant, Qianru was panting heavily, her whole body aching and itchy, her legs spread wide, her mouth murmuring incessantly:

"Oh… Zhou Ping, I… I'm so itchy… itchy… mmm… my little hole is leaking… um… hmph…"

Zhou Ping pressed his advantage, relentlessly teasing her full vulva.

He gave her clitoris, the most sensitive spot, a special massage.

This made her vulva unbearably itchy, and she was constantly gushing with lustful fluids.

Qianru couldn't help but reach out and grasp his large penis, kneading the glans hard.

Her face was flushed, and she weakly moaned and cried out:

"Good man… mouth… oh… dear brother… I… I can't take it… my pussy is so itchy… so sore… I'm going to die of lust… hmph…"

Seeing that the time was right, Zhou Ping quickly spread her legs and knelt between Qianru's lower body.

His right hand parted her thick pubic hair, and his left hand gently parted her two full, protruding labia, his hand touching the wet, slippery surface of her vulva…

"Oh…"

She gritted her teeth, staring at him with her alluring eyes, her breasts heaving rapidly, swaying wildly.

"Hmph...you're so bad...Ping...I...I want you...I want your big cock...Ugh...mmm...my pussy itches...it hurts so much..."

Zhou Ping saw Qianru moaning lasciviously, arousing him to the point of ecstasy, his cock throbbing wildly.

He immediately satisfied her needs, launching a deadly offensive.

His buttocks began to rise and fall, his big cock aimed at her plump pussy, thrusting and pumping relentlessly.

He grasped each of her full breasts with both hands, kneading and rubbing them vigorously.

This fierce thrusting was exactly what the little slut Qianru wanted.

His big cock thrust in and out of her pussy, making her tender pussy swell to the brim, a wonderfully pleasurable sensation washing over him, a feeling of fullness and tingling pleasure rising in his heart.

This made her moan wildly:

"Oh my... Ping... Darling... Good... Good... Oh... Thrust again... Ah... My pussy feels so good... Hmm... My darling... Hmm..."

Qianru's breasts were being rubbed until they were itchy to the core, and her buttocks were desperately pushing upwards, and she was also grinding back and forth and side to side from time to time. Zhou Ping also thrust his waist down hard, and the flower core inside her vagina was hit by the large glans, which was both numb and pleasurable. Qianru was so happy that she kept panting and said:

"Darling brother... Oh... Mmm... Darling brother... I feel so... good... Mmm... Darling... Oh... You're hitting my flower core... Oh... It's so sore..."

Hearing her moaning so pleasurably, Zhou Ping quickly lifted her pink and white plump buttocks and thrust his huge penis in and out with great force.

Qianru's petite vulva contracted and expanded as the large penis entered and exited, her vaginal muscles constantly churning and releasing. Each time the penis pressed down, a stream of white, lustful fluid was squeezed out of her tender opening, pressing against her buttocks and soaking the entire bedsheet.

"Ah… Ping… darling… my dear husband… ah… I can… let you… play with me to death… oh… my deadly big-dicked brother…"

Seeing her intense arousal, Zhou Ping quickly straightened up and turned Qianru's body over.

Qianru was now lying face down on the bed, and looking at her plump, white buttocks, Zhou Ping felt an even stronger urge to penetrate her.

He quickly lowered himself down, pressing against Qianru's smooth back, parting her plump buttocks, his large glans finding the entrance to her vulva. With a thrust of his hips, his penis plunged in with a "plop!" sound.

Just as she was experiencing the blissful ecstasy of pleasure, Zhou Ping cruelly pulled his large penis out of her small, wet vagina, leaving Qianru feeling incredibly empty and unbearable.

However, when he flipped her over and pressed down on her again, she regained that full, satisfying pleasure.

A thick, long, extra-large penis pressed deeply against Qianru's sensitive clitoris, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. She instinctively arched her back, twisting her plump arms. With each thrust of her hips, the large glans rubbed against her clitoris, making her throbbing clitoris feel incredibly pleasurable.

Unable to resist the throbbing itch in her heart, Qianru moaned lasciviously:

"Oh... dear brother... oh... that deadly big cock... hum... little sister... mmm... it feels so good... beautiful... darling... I... I'm so happy... oh... I... I... can't take it anymore... haha... hurry... I'm going to cum... ah! cum... cum..."

Qianru moaned incessantly, her movements wild and unrestrained with Zhou Ping's large penis thrusting in and out, her expression lasciviously ecstatic, her soul soaring to the heavens.

Qianru's face was flushed, her starry eyes filled with allure, her darling's big cock throbbed incessantly, her vagina trembled and contracted, a stream of hot vaginal fluid drenching the glans, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

"Good sister... ah... so beautiful... um... such a tender little hole... my big cock feels so good... oh... I'm... oh... I'm... I'm ejaculating..."

In a final struggle, Zhou Ping pressed his hands against her two round thighs, thrusting forcefully three times, a stream of hot semen shooting straight into her open flower.

This caused Qian Ru's body to tremble, and she moaned,

"Ugh... brother... I'm dying..."

Just as the two were lost in their blissful entanglement, immersed in a wonderful realm,

suddenly...

"Bang!" The suite door was kicked open.

This sudden situation was truly frightening, leaving Zhou Ping and Qian Ru, the brother and sister in the throes of passion, flustered and at a loss.

However, an instinctive reaction caused Zhou Ping to quickly roll off Qian Ru's body and stand on the bed.

"You beast..."

The voice had already reached Zhou Ping and Qian Ru's ears before the intruder even entered the bedroom.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with an angry face walked in; it was their father, Zhou Youshan.

"I was just looking for Qianru when I saw her rushing out of the company. I secretly followed her here, but in the blink of an eye, the little devil was gone. Later, I spotted Qianru looking out the window from afar, and that gave me my target. Unfortunately, I was a step too slow. You two actually slept together…" Zhou Youshan muttered.

He looked at the two siblings, naked and huddled under a blanket, trembling.

"You two beasts… Get dressed and come home with me. You have three days to get married, and neither of you is allowed to back out later."

This was Zhou Youshan's stern rebuke.

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