Mouth violence on SUVs

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"A gift?!" Sister Ping's beautiful round eyes widened, sparkling with anticipation.

"I specially drove you home, not only to explain this matter, but also to give you a small gift." I said solemnly, taking a beautifully designed gold-plated paper bag from the back seat. "Dear Auntie, this is a bra I bought according to your bust size, 36D. I see you always wear underwear. How can a beautiful and sexy woman like you not have a few sets of sexy lingerie in her wardrobe?!"

Sister Ping blushed, excitedly accepting my gift: "Oh dear, why waste money on this? Auntie is so old... it must be very expensive!"

I put my arm around her neck, which had some fine lines, kissed her small mouth, and my lips traced her rosy cheeks as I leaned in... She whispered softly in my ear, "Dear Auntie, I don't mind your age! Look, I've taken care of your part-time job and even gave you a small gift. How are you going to repay me?"

Her breathing was a little subtle: "Hmm... Heh... It's not completely clean yet, can we wait a few more days?"

My heart raced, but I slowly voiced my wicked desire: "I want you to suck my big~cock~ like Chu Yutong did for Manager Yan!"

The motivation for my blackmail plan largely stemmed from my endless sexual curiosity about Sister Ping. Her mature, voluptuous body was incredibly attractive, and there were so many mysteries worth exploring, such as her maternal breasts and the unique alluring charm of a middle-aged woman. At least for now, she was even more attractive to me than the youthful and beautiful Cici and the outwardly dignified but inwardly lewd Sister Rainy.

“You jerk, you're so annoying…” Sister Ping pushed me away. “How could I do that kind of thing? I’ve never done it before, not even my husband’s penis…”

She immediately realized that discussing her husband in front of me was obviously a mistake: “Um, how about we go to my house? My son should be home right now, it’s not convenient…”

I winked at her: “Dear Auntie, let’s do it in the back…”

Sister Ping obediently followed me into the back seat of the SUV. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked adorable. She frowned slightly and said, “What if the people in the neighborhood see us? How will we face them?!”

“Don’t worry, you can lie on my lap to block my penis. Who’s going to be so bored as to monitor the cars parked in the neighborhood? The cameras can only see the front seats, the back is safe!” Actually, I had carefully observed the surrounding environment when I parked. There were a lot of shrubs planted behind the parking space, completely blocking the rear window, like a natural curtain. There were two cars parked on either side of my SUV. Most people were rushing home after work, so the concealment was quite good.

We each occupied the left and right corners of the back seats. Ping shyly took off her light gray coat, leaning closer and saying, "How embarrassing, this is my first time doing this in a car."

"It's my first time too, hehe!" I wrapped one arm around her waist, while my other hand slid down to her ample bosom. She was wearing a white printed t-shirt today, tucked into her coarse denim jeans, making her breasts look even fuller and more swollen than usual. Her breasts were almost bursting out of the thin t-shirt, and she was wearing a fitted coat to cover the outline of her bra. My hand kneaded her large breasts through the t-shirt and bra, the softness and elasticity of the fabric felt amazing!

"Mmm...mmm...hurry up...don't touch me like that..." Ping's pretty face turned even redder, her small hand reaching for my crotch, "Ah? It hasn't gotten bigger..."

"Dear Auntie, please use your mouth to make it bigger." Besides wanting Ping to give me oral sex, I also wanted to finally ejaculate into her mouth.

She unzipped my trousers, pulled out my still-unerected, dark penis like she was taking out a chick, and covered her mouth and nose with one hand, saying, "How many times do you men go to the toilet a day? Your stinky dick stinks so badly! Why don't you wipe after you go to the toilet?!"

What kind of twisted logic is that a man needs to wipe himself with tissues like a woman after urinating? I must admit, the carriage was indeed filled with the "manly smell" emanating from my penis. It's said that when men and women seek a mate (limited to married couples, not purely physical relationships), they use body odor to identify their other half, and this odor is emitted from their respective genitals. If the smell is confirmed, then it's the right person.

But Sister Ping disliked my smell. She mumbled something like "disgusting" in her hometown dialect, and took out a bag of wet wipes from her black shoulder bag: "Wipe it clean first, tsk tsk..."

The wet wipes had a lemony scent, and she slowly wiped my seemingly useless penis. The cool, slippery sensation suppressed the small flame between my legs, but Sister Ping cleaned my penis as meticulously and forcefully as she would a professional cleaner. She pulled back the outer folds of skin, starting with the glans, moving along the coronal ridge and shaft, finally reaching the scrotum, not even missing the surrounding pubic hair. She cleaned it two or three times before stopping. The slight stimulation revitalized the core of my penis. After she finished, my penis shed its limp appearance; the folds of skin rolled back, revealing the glans, half-soft and half-hard, showing promising growth.

"How about I give you a handjob?" Sister Ping asked tentatively with a sly smile. Her rough, calloused fingers grasped my penis first, intentionally or unintentionally stroking it several times, her opportunistic scheme quite obvious.

“Dear Auntie, I’ve had my fun with masturbation. This is your first time sucking a man’s penis, consider it as deflowering your little mouth. I’ll send you a big red envelope on WeChat afterward.” I forced myself to suppress the conditioned reflex of Sister Ping’s masturbation, keeping my penis in a difficult standby state. The hard task had to be completed by her little mouth.

She glared at me fiercely and released my penis: “Hmph! You idiot, what do you take me for? I’m so angry about you saying such things!”

“Okay, I was wrong. We’re just friends, talking about money hurts feelings.” I was really afraid of angering Sister Ping and hurting her self-esteem. If she slammed the car door and went home in a fit of anger, leaving me here with my exposed penis, I would be left speechless. A woman’s heart is like the clouds in the sky, this saying applies to women of any age.

“I’ll suck it for you, I’ll suck it for you, okay? Since you’re quite considerate of me. Let’s make it clear first, you have to tell me if you want to ejaculate.”

I nodded sincerely, trying to calm her down first.

Ping's expression was like someone preparing to try some unpalatable food. She was practically leaning against the back seat, her small hand gripping my penis, gently nibbling at the glans. Whether it was a peck or a kiss, it was so light it barely registered. My glans might have accidentally brushed against her nose, and she reflexively pulled her head back.

I was getting impatient; my penis was eagerly demanding to grow: "Dear Auntie..."

She leaned closer again, her small mouth slightly parted, this time taking half of my glans into her mouth. Half of my glans was inside her mouth, that part was wet and warm; the other half remained outside, dry and cool. She carefully licked the tip of that small part with the tip of her tongue, like a cat licking its fur, and kept licking like that. The ticklish sensation made my penis stiffen. A flame ignited instantly, like lighting a gas stove, but I craved more; I wanted to thrust my entire penis into Ping's small mouth.

“Oh…dear auntie…deeper, please…like this…it hurts…take it deeper…oh…” These are words usually spoken by women. I struggled to lift my buttocks, straighten my back, wanting to turn the tables and completely take over her little mouth.

“Hmm…” Sister Ping couldn’t speak, but her eyes were sharp enough to stop my savage impulse with her nose, then she obediently opened her mouth, her head suddenly lowering. Finally, my glans was completely inside, in the same wet and warm environment, the feeling was distinctly different from being fucked. That’s how you conquer a woman. A woman may be willing to let you fuck her, but she may not be willing to give you oral sex. Sometimes, the psychological comfort brought by oral sex is better than the physiological one, especially for women who lack experience in this area.

“Oh…” I let out a long breath, my penis began to throb, my desire surged, gradually showing signs of spreading like wildfire.

Now it was Ping's turn to suffer. The penis danced like a giant eel. It was her first time performing oral sex, and her experience was zero. Her mouth was already quite stiff, and the "eel" bounced and writhed wildly, growing thicker and longer. She couldn't stop it and could only let out muffled groans of "Mmm... Mmm..." In her panic, she spat the "eel" out completely.

"Heh... Heh... No... Auntie can't do it well..." she pouted, looking distressed. Was she disappointed in her own skills, or did she dislike performing oral sex on me? I
barely managed to deflower Ping's mouth. Afterwards, as is customary, a buffer period was needed. Although I had never been with a virgin before, it was said that one should offer some comfort to the woman after losing her virginity. I encouraged her, "Dear Auntie, I feel pretty good! You've had ice cream and lollipops before, right? It's the same principle. The simplest technique is to imitate masturbation, using your mouth instead of your hand to stroke my penis."

I gestured to her. Actually, the dumbest method is just to force it. Which part you use to stroke it determines the terminology; for example, using your mouth is called "oral sex," using your breasts is called "breast sex." As for other techniques and tricks, their skill levels vary from person to person.

Encouragement aside, I must admit, deep down I still envy Manager Yan. Rainy's oral skills are definitely better than Ping's. If Rainy is a "chicken-eating" expert, Ping is at best a newbie. But when it comes to oral sex techniques, besides Rainy, I think the most qualified to speak on this are the actresses in Japanese AV films. Of course, asking Rainy for oral sex skills is pure fantasy. Finding an opportunity for Ping to watch Japanese AV films and learn "chicken-eating" experience from the actresses through the screen is relatively more practical.

Although Sister Ping looked down and remained silent with a face full of disgust, she eventually swallowed the entire glans willingly, her tongue swirling around the tip. Things were finally getting better; her warm, moist mouth enveloped it, her tender tongue licking it, and the part she was teasing felt tingly and numb, with a strange, pleasant sourness. Although it was my first time experiencing oral sex from a woman, I thought this feeling was right.

"Oh...yes...comfortable...dear auntie...that's right...oh...licking the glans...oh..." The thin membrane at the tip of my glans was extremely sensitive after being stretched open by blood, and the tension of hiding in the back seat of the car, worried about being discovered, fueled the flames of desire in my belly, causing my penis to swell rapidly. Sister Ping's little mouth was probably going to suffer; perhaps my swollen penis would tear the corners of her mouth, and if it drew a little blood, it would fit the imagery of deflowering.

"Mmm...mmm..." Ping's mouth was getting fuller and fuller, making it difficult to even speak. Her fingers naturally grasped the shaft that hadn't yet entered her mouth. In fact, as the shaft steadily swelled, the exposed part of it gradually became longer, and the blue-purple veins on the surface became more prominent.

My shaft grew thicker and harder, so thick and hard that it hurt a little. Although Ping lacked practical experience, just like when she did her cleaning, she was diligent and attentive. She probably noticed the change in the size of my shaft, and accordingly, her tongue licked more and more actively.

"Sizzle...sizzle...sizzle...sizzle..." This was the sound that Rainy made when she gave Manager Yan oral sex on the rooftop that day.

I tried hard to recall those scenes of AV actresses giving oral sex to male leads, including the scene a few nights ago when Rainy and Manager Yan were having an affair on the rooftop of the office building. Actually, the best position for me and Ping should be me standing and her squatting to give me oral sex. In this position, the man is tall and imposing, the woman obedient and submissive, the firm penis and the soft, delicate lips confronting each other yet complementing each other perfectly. The sense of conquest must be even stronger. While performing oral sex, combined with Ping's round, alluring eyes and seductive expressions, perhaps some women are inherently seductive, making it easy for a man to give up resistance and surrender. I looked around; the back seat of the car was cramped, probably difficult to even turn around in. This idea would have to wait for another time.

"Oh...eat more...eat deeper..." I continued to encourage her. One should know how to be content; at least Ping was willing to take my penis. I've heard that many women even find their husbands' penises dirty and have never performed oral sex on their men.

Just as I was enjoying myself, Sister Ping suddenly spat out the penis and started coughing, "Cough...cough..." Then, she frantically grabbed a wet wipe and spat something out, complaining as she did so, "Ptooey...you...you didn't urinate properly...ptooey...what's in my mouth...it tastes salty...it's disgusting...ptooey...ptooey..."

"Dear Auntie, that's my prostate fluid, used for lubrication during sex, just like your vaginal fluid. When you women are touched by a man, your vagina will produce vaginal fluid too. A man's lubricant is called prostate fluid!" I actually started giving this "experienced" person a lesson. Sister Ping is so adorably naive! After all, she can only feel it through her mouth. If she were masturbating, she might notice this secretion coming from the urethral opening. Her

clean, red lips were alluring. She took a new wet wipe and wiped away a small drop of clear prostate fluid floating on the urethral opening. I took the opportunity to adjust my posture, shifting my back from the car door to the backrest: "Auntie, why don't you lie on my lap? That should make us both more comfortable."

Sister Ping frowned and asked, "Still want some?"

I nodded: "If you keep dawdling, my little brother will shrink back again!"

Helplessly, she crawled over, her voluptuous body curled into a ball, her large buttocks raised high, her full breasts pressed tightly against my thighs. She grasped my penis and began to masturbate a few times to warm it up. This time, she was quite obedient, silently taking the glans into her mouth. Her red lips gripped the lower edge of the glans, her tongue deftly circling the urethral opening, but I could feel her trying to avoid it. Her movements were more skillful than before, and a tingling sensation returned from the tip of my glans.

I slumped back in the back seat, closing my eyes to savor Sister Ping's smooth, tender tongue's attentive service. In this position, she was like a docile mother cat, lying on my lap, perfect for my hands. My lustful hand reached down to her back, gently caressing her voluptuous body through her t-shirt. It would be even more perfect if she were naked—a round, fair, smooth body, a mature woman is truly captivating! As my mind began to fantasize about her naked body, my glans trembled, grew, and swelled rapidly in Ping's mouth like a bean curd stick in a fairy tale…

“Mmm…mmm…you dead man…your cock is so big…my mouth is getting sore…” She spat out my penis, then immediately swallowed it again, “Mmm…mmm…sizzle…sizzle…”

“Dear Auntie…who told you to be so sexy…tsk tsk…your ass is so big and fat…” I spread my fingers, kneading her large buttocks inside her light blue jeans, wanting to reach inside and squeeze them to my heart's content! So, I tugged at the hem of her t-shirt. The belt of her jeans was very tight, and the hem of the shirt struggled to get off the jeans, but it wasn't so easy to slip my hand into the waistband of her jeans.

"Hmm...hmm...what...what are you going to do..." Sister Ping growled, "I told you it's not your turn yet...what's the rush...if you keep messing around, I'm leaving..."

"Then loosen your pants...let me touch you...just touch your butt...hehe...please, Auntie, eat more...eat deeper...I can use my mouth to cover my dick..." I said in a negotiating tone, my penis desperately needed to release, and I couldn't afford to offend Sister Ping at this crucial moment.

"You little pervert...you're so annoying..." she said coquettishly, freeing her hand to unbuckle the belt and zipper of her jeans.

My lustful hand couldn't wait to slip into the wide gap in her jeans, into her favorite flesh-colored cotton underwear. Although Sister Ping's buttocks lacked the interesting elasticity of her breasts, she was over forty years old, so they were inevitably a bit loose, but they were still two soft, plump mounds of flesh. As the saying goes, women with big buttocks are good at conceiving and are more likely to have big, healthy boys. No wonder Sister Ping had a son! It's all thanks to those two big buttocks.

While I was fondling Sister Ping's big buttocks, her oral sex skills improved noticeably. She was using her lips to envelop my penis, making a masturbation motion. In this way, my penis would be taken in very deep, the glans reaching her throat, and then it would be released, the penis sticky with saliva and completely withdrawn, just like her hardworking, rough fingers were giving me a handjob. Because of the addition of a natural lubricant—Sister Ping's sticky saliva—it was relatively smoother for her mouth to "eat" my penis than for her hands to masturbate. Soon my penis was completely wet with her saliva. Her saliva was plentiful and warm and sticky, sliding down the penis to the scrotum at the end, even the black hair at the base felt wet and cool.

"Splash... splash..." Sister Ping's movements seemed clumsy and the rhythm was chaotic, but the range of motion was sufficient. Her head went up and down, her small mouth wrapped around the penis, holding the glans, swallowing and spitting.

“Oh…dear auntie…my cock…is it good…better than ice cream or lollipops, right…hiss…from now on…when your period comes to visit…please use your…little mouth to satisfy me…hiss…hiss.” My muscles tensed, my erect penis, shaped like a cannon, was stiffening. Ping’s little mouth was servicing me, my lust burning fiercely. My mind was hovering at the gates of overflowing desire, ready to erupt with my essence the moment I relaxed.

“Mmm…mmm…” Her mouth must have been sore from my throbbing, hot cock, her lips almost splitting open.

My hands repeatedly squeezed and kneaded her big buttocks, pinching her flesh, my fingertips even digging into her mysterious cleft, sliding along the skin around her anus, where a few hairs grew, which I could tease and play with. Several times I was tempted to touch her still-menstrual “forbidden zone,” but I remembered Ping’s words and decided to hold back. Incidentally, while I'm not averse to women's anuses, I'm still somewhat wary. I'd only consider anal sex if conditions were right and the area was properly cleaned.

"Hmm...heh...heh..." Sister Ping stopped and reminded me, "If you're about to ejaculate... pat my butt... please don't ejaculate in my mouth... I find it disgusting..."

"Dear Auntie... I'll try..." A man's mouth is a deceitful thing. Today, besides deflowering Sister Ping's little mouth, my second goal was naturally to achieve oral sex, and all my essence had to be released into her little mouth.

Sister Ping continued to work diligently, trying to use both her hands and mouth. Her tongue fiercely licked the glans, and now that she was in the mood, she didn't even spare the urethral opening. I guess she'd swallowed a lot of my prostatic fluid. Her little mouth was responsible for gripping the exposed upper half of the shaft, while her left hand's five fingers stroked the wrinkled lower half, and her right hand gently massaged the scrotum. It could be said that she had put her newly learned oral skills to the extreme. Because she increased her speed and intensity, it seemed as if the seat or the car itself was vibrating slightly.

My fingers dug deep into Ping's large buttocks, my penis swollen to the point of almost breaking. That extreme expansion, that extreme erection, in a flash, opened the floodgates of desire. Ping suddenly realized I was about to climax. She had intended to escape the bombardment of my massive cannon, but my other hand pressed down on her head. Her head and buttocks, because of the brute force I was about to exert before my climax, were completely immobilized.

"Oh..." I ejaculated! Ping had no chance to break free and could only passively accept my powerful, continuous bursts, savoring the thick essence I had accumulated over several days. I shot spurt after spurt of the semen that Ping found dirty and disgusting deep into her throat, leaving not a single drop. The pleasure of conquering her little mouth was indescribable!

If any woman is willing to accept your essence, your taste, please give it a try.

After the climax, all my brute strength vanished. Auntie, groaning, seized the opportunity to quickly break free and get up. With all my recently accumulated semen in her mouth, she frantically searched for the opened pack of wet wipes like a headless fly.

"Ptooey...you bastard...I told you to slap my butt when you were about to ejaculate...Ptooey...you...how could you be so mean...Ptooey...you were pressing down on me...it hurts so much...You planned this all along, didn't you...you wanted to put it in my mouth, didn't you...Ptooey...you bastard..." She was so afraid she hadn't completely spit it all out that she discarded two wet wipes.

Sister Ping raised her hand, holding the wipes, as if to punch me, but halfway through the swing, she only glared at me before shifting her focus to cleaning my shrunken penis.

I wrapped my arm around her slender waist, pulled her into my embrace, and kissed Sister Ping's fair and rosy cheeks: "Dear Auntie, don't be angry! This is a high-grade beauty supplement, it's such a waste if you spit it all out!"

"High-grade beauty supplement? I swallowed a little bit when you just ejaculated, it tasted disgusting!" She glared at me with her round eyes, "You men's penises are used for peeing, they're so dirty, I clean toilets every day, some people, oh, they don't even flush the toilet! They look respectable usually though."

I gazed at her sincerely and said, "Thank you, dear Auntie, I've been holding it in for so long, I finally feel better today."

After saying that, I moved my lips closer to kiss her red and delicate lips, she reached out to stop me, "Have you forgotten, I just ate your stinky penis... You don't mind the dirt, but I do!"

Oh well, since Sister Ping's germaphobia as a cleaner is acting up, it's better to go along with her.

Suddenly remembering something, she screamed and sprang back like a female knight-errant, quickly straightening her jeans and throwing on a light gray coat: "Oh no, it's all your fault! You idiot, I haven't even cooked for my son yet! I was just messing around with you, and I completely forgot about this!"

I pulled out my iPhone: "I'll order takeout for you and your son. It'll be here in half an hour. It'll be too late to cook if you rush home now."

"I'm going home now, you little pervert, see you tomorrow!" Sister Ping grabbed her black handbag and the sexy lingerie I'd given her. Before closing the car door, she smiled sweetly at me, "Thank you so much for ordering takeout and giving me a gift. I'll treat you to dinner sometime." Sister Ping

's simple words left me speechless. I didn't do all this because I wanted her to treat me to dinner; I was just after her mature body and allure!

[The End]

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