Xiaxia and the Old Man 07

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Chapter Seven: Wearing a Condom, I Let the Old Man Penetrate Me. I had agreed to the old man's request. He could penetrate me once, on the condition that I wouldn't get pregnant. I had to wear a condom. After I returned home, I regretted it. I hadn't gotten over my mental hurdle. The thought of us actually having sex made my face flush red with shame. My heart pounded, and I hesitated. Alone in the bathroom, looking at my blushing face in the mirror, I felt incredibly ashamed. I couldn't help but cover my eyes and face with my hands, my heart pounding. For days, I didn't dare go downstairs, constantly hesitating, afraid of running into the old man and not being able to face him. Should I tell him I regretted it? Wouldn't that be breaking my promise? Thinking back to how confident I had been when I agreed, I realized this wasn't right. How could I act like that? After hesitating for several days, I didn't see the old man again. I didn't let him touch me. My sexual desire surged again. Finally... Driven by intense sexual desire, I made up my mind. Let him have his way with me. I'd have to get through this sooner or later anyway. Thinking about how cool it would be sitting on the stone bench at night, I found a cushion and grabbed two towels, afraid of getting my clothes stained with my semen. Around dusk, after feeding the child, I pushed him downstairs. My heart pounded, and I felt a little shy. When we got downstairs, I saw the old man standing there, looking anxious. I pushed the baby towards our usual meeting place. After a while, seeing no one was watching, the old man also came over. By the time we sat together, it was almost completely dark, and we were safe. But my heart was still pounding. It wasn't that I was afraid of being seen; it was just my imagination. I'd never felt this way before, even when I'd touched and squeezed the old man. It seems that casual intimacy and real sex are completely different; there's a huge hurdle in between. We sat on the stone bench, close together. The old man asked me, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you these past few days." "I went to war," I replied. The old man asked, puzzled. "What kind of war? Where and with whom?" I said shyly, "A war with myself. A psychological war. A war about whether I let you interfere." The old man said, "Are you regretting it again? You've made me suffer so much. These past few days, I've been waiting for you downstairs every day." Seeing the old man's anxious look, I shyly tapped his forehead and said with a smile, "Seeing how anxious you are, I shouldn't have agreed to it last time. How could that be? You said you wouldn't regret it." I kept smiling, afraid of worrying the old man too much, so I stopped teasing him. I said, "Don't worry. I'm here now, which means my desire has won the war. It has triumphed over reason. Otherwise, why would I have come?" Hearing this, the old man laughed. He said with a smile, "You little rascal!" I said shyly, "Are you happy now?" "Don't be afraid anymore. I'll definitely satisfy you today. Make you comfortable. Are you happy?" The old man heard this and reached out to hug me. "You little rascal, you're really bad. Come on, let me touch you first." He said, lifting the hem of my t-shirt, revealing my fair breasts. One large hand grasped my entire breast, kneading and rubbing it, making me feel a tingling, uncomfortable sensation. After kneading for a while, the old man opened his mouth and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking it. Because the baby had already nursed for quite a while, this time there was a lot of milk flowing out, covering the old man's mouth. The old man quickly swallowed and said, "You've really gotten a good deal this time. What does it taste like?" The old man imitated me and said, "It tastes great." I joked, "Then Mommy will let you eat your fill and feed you." The old man smiled and said, "Thank you, Mommy. It's so sweet. It's so delicious. I want to eat it every day from now on." "No way. You can have it all." "What should my baby eat?" The old man touched me for a while. Not satisfied, remembering his main purpose for the day, he reached his hand under my skirt. He felt I wasn't wearing underwear, not even stockings. He immediately touched my smooth, bare vulva. At that touch, my lower body trembled, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed out. The old man happily touched it, his fingers sliding back and forth between my labia. My vaginal fluid kept flowing out, wetting his fingers. I asked the old man, "Did you prepare what I asked you to prepare last time?" The old man stopped rubbing and quickly pulled a box of condoms from his pocket, waving it in front of me. He said smugly, "Look. What's this?" I laughed and said, "You old rogue, you've really bought quite a few, haven't you?" He said, "What's there to be afraid of? There's plenty of time. Use them slowly. You old pervert, do you really think I'll let you have sex with me so many times?" The old man said, "Hehe. Once you've tasted my sweetness, you won't be able to leave me." I said shyly, "Hehe." "Who can't live without you? I'll give you this one time. Come on." The old man stood up, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants down to his knees. He sat down on the stone bench, then immediately stood up again, touching the bench and saying, "It's too cold." "Haha," I laughed. "You old rogue, let's see how you rape me now!" The old man stamped his feet anxiously. I said, "Thank you, little rogue. I've already prepared everything for you." Saying this, I took a seat cushion and a towel from the baby's stroller, placed the cushion on the stone bench, and said, "Sit down, little rogue, okay?" The old man sat on the cushion, this time without standing up. "Is it comfortable?" I asked him. The old man nodded. I placed one towel under his penis on his thigh to avoid soiling his pants, and another towel on his lower abdomen to avoid soiling my clothes. Then I opened the condom box, took out a condom, pinched the tip, and slowly unfolded it until it was fully unfolded. I put the glans over my mouth and blew air into it, letting it slowly inflate into a round stick. I pinched it with my fingers to make sure there were no leaks, then slowly rolled it back up. Then I put it over his glans, flipping it upwards little by little until I reached the base of his penis, completely covering it. During this process, I was especially careful not to get his pubic hair inside, otherwise he would be in unbearable pain. Seeing that I had finished, the old man took out a bottle of lubricant from his pocket. I laughed and said, "No need, I have plenty down there. Feel it if you don't believe me." The old man laughed too. "No need to feel it. I know. It's probably more than this whole bottle. I can't use it all." I teased him. "Then save it for your face." "All done," I said. "Are you done?" The old man said, "What's done? We haven't even gotten down to business yet." I pretended to suddenly realize. "Oh. Then you can do whatever you want." The old man had me sit with my back to him on his lap, spreading my legs apart. He placed it on either side of her legs. She lifted her buttocks. He used one hand to support his already hard penis, aligning the glans with my vaginal opening. He slid it back and forth a couple of times, letting my vaginal fluid coat the glans. Then he thrust hard, pushing the entire glans inside. Ah! I couldn't help but let out a soft cry. I quickly covered my mouth, afraid the sound would attract attention. The old man's thrust made my vagina tremble, and more vaginal fluid flowed out. My heart pounded wildly. This time it was for real. The old rogue was really strong. He slowly inserted, using a two-in-one-out method, letting my vaginal fluid wet his penis. When the entire penis was inside, I felt the glans touch my cervix. I then sat comfortably on his lap. I felt his penis was long and thick, filling my vagina completely. Before he even thrust, I felt a wave of pleasure inside, a tingling, itchy sensation. It felt so good. The old man's hands held my lower abdomen tightly, squeezing me firmly so that my mons pubis was pressed tightly against hers, my labia tightly enveloping the base of his penis. He asked me, "Does it feel good?" I said, "Mmm. It feels good. Even better than with my husband." After a while, the old man had me lift my buttocks slightly, then sit down again. He lifted them again and sat down again, repeating this repeatedly, which felt like her penis was thrusting in and out of my vagina. Gradually, we both felt pleasure. While he was thrusting, I said shyly, "Old rogue, does it feel good? What are you doing?" The old man said, "Little rogue, I'm raping you. Are you enjoying it?" "Old rogue, who told you to rape me?" The old man said, "Little rascal, didn't you tell me to rape you? Hehe. Old rogue, you're really good. You're really enjoying it. Haha. Little rascal, your vagina is tightly gripping my big penis. I feel good too. Old rogue." "You little rascal. Hehe. Haha. On the old man's lap, I lifted myself higher and higher, faster and faster, and sat down with increasing force. I felt the pleasure in my vagina growing stronger, almost reaching its peak. Ah, I'm about to climax! Suddenly, I felt the old man's penis swell up violently, the glans bulging. It felt like a hot spray was hitting my cervix. My cervix was hit by this hot spray, and the pleasure suddenly intensified. My entire vagina contracted violently, and a hot spray also came out, soaking the old man's entire penis. Through the condom, I don't know how the old man felt. But his arms were tightly wrapped around my lower abdomen, preventing me from moving. I just sat there, feeling the old man's penis and glans throb and swell a dozen times. With each thud, my vagina trembled. I felt like I was flying. The pleasure was incredibly intense. This was the first time I'd experienced such intense pleasure since I got married." It was truly ecstatic, intoxicating, and irresistible. After a minute, things gradually calmed down. I sat on the old man's lap until his penis went limp and slipped out of my vagina. Only then did I get off his lap and wipe our genitals clean with toilet paper. I was so wet; I used seven or eight sheets of toilet paper. The old man's semen was all inside the condom, heavy and sticky."Yes. If he ejaculated inside my vagina and then leaked out, we'd need several more sheets of toilet paper. I put the toilet paper and condoms in a plastic bag I prepared beforehand, so that our tryst wouldn't leave a trace, lest someone discover this place during the day and arouse suspicion. After cleaning everything up, I looked at the old man shyly. 'Are you satisfied today? I've completely kept my promise.' The old man looked at my flushed face and said with a coquettish smile, 'You little rascal, thank you. But, how can once be enough? Haven't you heard of 'once tasted marrow, one craves more flavor'? I said, 'Just letting you know a little taste is enough.' The old man said, 'Hehe, it's not me who craves more flavor. I mean you. After today's one time, don't you want it anymore? Let's see if you can hold back tomorrow night.' My face was as red as a cloth, and I said shyly, 'I can hold back. I can hold back. I can hold back. Let's see if you can hold back to death, you old rogue.' I suddenly threw myself into the old man's arms again." She buried her face in shyness. Sure enough, the next day after dinner, her father-in-law left, leaving only her and the baby. Unconsciously, she thought of the old man and what had happened the previous night. Just as he said, once you've tasted the sweetness, you crave it. She eagerly hoped to have sex with him again. In fact, with my initiative, the old man and she had sex for two more nights in a row. Both times, they used condoms, but the old man wasn't quite satisfied. He felt there was a layer between them, which wasn't very comfortable. Each time, he said he didn't want to wear a condom. However, with my insistence, the old man obediently wore one. I was afraid of getting pregnant. If I got pregnant, the whole thing would be exposed. Besides, I would have to endure that kind of pain again. I wouldn't do that. The thought of me getting pregnant also frightened the old man, so he had no choice but to wear one. (To be continued) Night Starry Night Gold Coins +8 Repost and share, a red envelope is offered!

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