Computer Repair Diary

Because I always helped my friends fix their computers, I gradually became known as a computer expert among them, and they would come to me to fix minor problems.

That day, I was at home chatting online with a girl I'd known for four years. We were exchanging flirtatious words on video, and I encouraged her to take her clothes off.

Looking at the small image on the screen, seeing her breasts being rubbed by her small hands, I felt incredibly aroused. But distance couldn't quench my immediate thirst.

After she showed me her whole body, she put her clothes back on. Although I was still incredibly aroused, I could only relieve myself with my hand.

Suddenly, I got a phone call: "Hey little brother, do you have time today? My computer is broken, could you come and fix it?"

It was an older woman calling, someone I knew through a friend.

To be honest, I was a little reluctant to go; I felt empty inside, but I didn't want to refuse.

"No problem, I'll be right there." "

I've been to her house twice, both times to fix her computer.

There wasn't anything wrong with it, just QQ malfunctioning, installing software, installing a webcam, and stuff like that.

Last time I fixed her webcam, she treated me to a meal at her house. Her excessive hospitality made me feel very uncomfortable; she was as if she was afraid I wouldn't eat enough, putting all the food into my bowl.

It's lunchtime again, looks like I'll have to eat at her house again.

When I got to her house, I rang the doorbell, and her pretty figure flashed before my eyes.

To be honest, she really is very beautiful; looking at her now, just over 30, you can imagine how outstanding she must have been when she was young.

Today she was dressed casually, and you could see her rounded breasts through her pajamas. My heart hadn't yet recovered from the desire I'd just felt, and I was aroused again.

We went into the room, she turned on the computer, and I asked, 'What's wrong? What happened?

' 'Look...'" "She opened QQ for me, logged in, and said, 'Nothing's wrong,' which puzzled me.

'Click on the chat scene,' I saw a name prominently displayed—'Making Love.'

I chuckled to myself, 'It must have been automatically downloaded when chatting with some online friend.'

I logged into my own QQ and sent a scene chat. Two scenes of people making love appeared on the screen. I glanced back at her; she was already blushing.

'I don't know how this appeared. Delete it for me; it keeps popping up when I chat with others,' she said. 'You have to delete it no matter what,' she added at the end. I

knew what was going on, but I didn't say anything.

'This isn't easy to delete,' I said deliberately."

"You get started, I'll go cook," she said, wiggling her hips as she left.

I opened her chat history to see what she was talking about.

Not many friends, but I quickly found her online husband, whom she chatted with frequently.

Wow! He's really something else. They talked very intimately, including kissing, hugging, and even talking about sex. This woman is really open-minded, daring to say anything.

There was even a photo of that guy online; he wasn't handsome at all, certainly not as handsome as me.

I searched the entire computer, and in the temporary images of videos, I found something good.

It was her photo . She took photos of herself, about ten in total, four of which were nude.

Her exposed body, her sexy poses—I immediately opened a webpage and sent them to my email.

This woman is really something else. Last time I taught her how to take photos, and she actually tried it herself, even taking nude pictures. Too bad she doesn't know they're saved in the temporary files.

I quickly cleaned up her computer, deleting everything that needed to be deleted.

I know her goal was to prevent her husband from discovering her privacy, but unfortunately, I found it all.

"Let's eat first," she said as she came in.

While eating, I admired her. She was really good-looking—big breasts, round buttocks, and her face was undeniably beautiful, though she had a few wrinkles.

"Hey little brother, your brother-in-law is coming back tomorrow. Delete all that stuff from my computer for me. You have to teach me how to delete it myself later."

"Okay...okay..." I smiled knowingly.

Her husband was often away on business trips, sometimes for months at a time, leaving her alone at home with the child. These past few days, the child had been sent to his grandmother's house.

"You'd better get this sorted out for me! If he sees this when he gets back, he'll kill me!"

she said fiercely, but I doubted it would be that serious.

I'd only seen photos of her husband; he looked very quiet, thin, and wore glasses. I figured even if he were always home, he couldn't satisfy this slut; maybe he deliberately asked to go out on business.

After we'd had our fill, I fiddled with her computer, showing her how to delete chat history, etc. My arm kept brushing against her full breasts, so big and soft, even more clearly visible through her clothes.

It made me distracted, and I'd intentionally or unintentionally touch that area.

"Oops!" I accidentally knocked over the camera. She rushed to steady it, but tripped and fell on top of me. She frantically tried to steady herself, but instead grabbed my already erect penis.

I was already embarrassed by my erection and didn't dare move, but now she had it right in front of me. My head was pressed against her chest, my lips just a hair's breadth away from that soft mound.

My hands were a mix of supporting and embracing. I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her chest. We

were locked in a tense standoff. I didn't know what she was thinking, and I was a little worried she would embarrass me.

But I didn't hear her voice, only felt her body writhing. I preferred action over words. My hands climbed onto her breasts, groping over those large, firm mounds. I stole a glance at her; she was looking at me too, her eyes sparkling.

The pent-up emotions of the day finally subsided.

My hands became more agile, stroking and kneading, half-pushing, half-yielding, I pushed her onto the bed.

My hands slipped inside her clothes. "Little brother," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of resistance.

I didn't care; my hand had already broken inside, touching real flesh. That large, soft mass was irresistible. I touched and rubbed it, still not satisfied, so I lifted her clothes and put my mouth to suck. Her

red nipples were already hard, and I took them into my mouth, sucking hard, making her moan and groan.

She tried to push my head away with both hands, but I couldn't.

I don't even know how I released myself from her clothes. When I came to my senses a little more, I was already inside her tight, wet little hole. Her vagina, though she'd given birth, wasn't loose. My penis pounded inside her, making her moan loudly.

Young women are great; they know how to moan and move, how to please.

Her cries fueled my desire. My penis roamed freely inside her. I wanted to conquer this slut; to conquer, I needed to be persistent and powerful.

I deliberately suppressed my boiling desire, unleashing all my potential, fucking her hard.

Her vagina was wonderful, constantly flowing with fluid, making a gurgling sound down there.

I tried a few different positions, and she complied with each one, clearly completely immersed in this sinful temptation.

My penis had already driven her wild.

I thrust hard, my hands gripping her full breasts, imagining myself riding a steed across a vast grassland, as if holding a rope.

I thrust, and she cried out. Suddenly, a strong contraction struck, and I felt my penis expand considerably. She seemed to sense it too, her vagina tightening, and she cried out loudly, a wild and wanton cry.

Amidst the cries, I could no longer hold back, ejaculating streams of semen into her vagina.

After resting on the bed for a while, she finally opened her mouth: "You bad boy, you even bully me." It was a coquettish tone, tinged with satisfaction and happiness.

"Am I good?" I grasped her breasts, gently rubbing them.

She lay relaxed on the bed, letting the semen flow from her vagina onto the sheets, her eyes closed, seemingly still savoring the experience.

I felt exhausted too, and the release left my body feeling comfortable and relaxed; I really wanted to sleep. I drifted in and out of sleep for a while, then suddenly woke up with a start and got dressed.

She also hurriedly got up, dressed, and quickly changed the sheets.

"I'm leaving," I said, looking at her.

"Come on, I'm going to take a shower," she said, her hair disheveled, her face still flushed with satisfied shyness.

As I was leaving, I grabbed one of her breasts, and she slapped my hand away. "Not enough yet?"

"Not enough, never enough! When will your computer break down again?"

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