A Beautiful Girl's Two Lifetimes of Love - Author: Qi Ren

A Beautiful Girl's Two Lifetimes of Love

Author: Qi Ren

This story contains the following elements:

exposure, light colors, cuckoldry, female protagonist is a shapeshifter, first-person female perspective

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this genre. After dying in an accident in my previous life, I was reincarnated with complete memories.

Counting the time, my mother was pregnant with me around the anniversary of my death in my previous life. Therefore, I've always felt that this world I live in now is a continuation of my past life, and that I will definitely be able to reunite with my relatives and friends from before.

Reborn as a girl, my parents in this life are both international students who stayed to work after graduation. Although they take me back to China every year during long holidays to visit relatives and friends, I'm still young and need constant supervision, making it inconvenient for me to go online on my own. Therefore, I haven't been able to contact my relatives and friends from my previous life.

Perhaps it's because Western food promotes development, but after entering puberty, I quickly blossomed into a curvaceous, sexy, alluring, and charming long-legged beauty. By the time I entered junior high, my fair and tender breasts were already larger than my mother's, and my buttocks were rounder and perkier. My waist remained as slender, smooth, and firm as ever, and my long, straight legs were flawlessly white and translucent. This made my figure more alluring and seductive than any photo model or AV actress.

All the ready-made dresses on the market that fit my waist were designed for children or petite women. So, with my slender waist, perky buttocks, and long legs, ready-made dresses always easily became miniskirts on me, sometimes even appearing more sexy, more revealing, or even shorter than the bottom of someone's vulva.

Although I attended a predominantly white private elite high school, as an Asian girl, my sweet face, charming smile, soft, smooth, flawless skin, and exquisitely curvaceous figure were extremely seductive and alluring—more charming, more sexy, and more desirable to men than even the most beautiful white girls. So, with my large breasts, slim waist, perky buttocks, long legs, tall and slender figure, and alluring charm, I became the most popular campus idol in the white school. Not only was I the lead dancer in the school cheerleading team, but star athletes from various sports teams all knelt at my feet, just wanting to kiss me.

When I was in ninth grade, my father was promoted and transferred back to the country, going alone. After that school year, my mother also took me back to the country and enrolled me in her alma mater, a very famous school with a strong girls' marching band. The curriculum standards in China and abroad are not quite the same and cannot be fully integrated, but with my stunning looks, graceful figure, and long, fair legs, I was directly admitted through a special recruitment for the marching band, and upon entering the school, I became the recognized school beauty, taking over the baton of the marching band captain from the senior students.

While the marching band was away competing in another city, I finally met my parents from my previous life. In fact, only fifteen years had passed, and even my elderly grandparents were still healthy, and the rest of the family seemed to be healthy as well. The only slight regret is that my girlfriend from my past life moved away, and I couldn't find her in such a short time.

After graduating from high school and entering a prestigious university, I met Jing. He was the top student in his college based on his own merit, and he co-hosted the freshman orientation with me, the campus belle who only got in because of her looks. During the preparation for the party, we spent a lot of time together every day and got along quite well.

With my memories from my past life, I didn't really want to have a boyfriend, but as an incredibly beautiful and alluring campus belle, staying single on campus was just too much trouble. So when Jing confessed to me, blushing and stammering, after the freshman orientation, I went along with it and agreed to give it a try. Although this wouldn't stop other guys from pursuing me, having a shield to attract attention was much easier than dealing with it all by myself.

When I was abroad, I always thought I only liked girls and had no interest in boys. But now, looking back, I think I was just not interested in white or black guys. Since I started dating Jing, whenever he holds my hand or puts his arm around my waist, every inch of my skin, every inch of it a sensitive erogenous zone, sends shivers down my spine as if I'm being electrocuted. His touch makes me so happy, so comfortable, so wanting.

Rationally speaking, since my body is so sensitive and easily aroused, perhaps I could experience the same electric sensation if other Chinese men caressed me like that. However, as a stunningly beautiful and alluring school beauty, my every move and smile is under the watchful eyes of many classmates, so I had no intention of experimenting with other men. I simply gradually succumbed to my boyfriend's gentle caresses, my defenses crumbling under his touch, and like a real girl, I was drawn to him and genuinely fell in love with him.

Perhaps because my tender little hole is a legendary masterpiece, when my boyfriend deflowered me, although I cried from the pain, I was quickly overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that followed. Even the initial excruciating pain, in retrospect, only brought back the endless thrill and sweet climax. So, ever since I had sex with my boyfriend, my heart has been completely devoted to him. Every time we went on a date, we would make love sweetly. Even when he had his period, I would shyly use my hands and mouth to help him finish.

Since he got my body, my boyfriend noticed I was becoming increasingly tender and submissive to him. The clothes, shoes, socks, and jewelry he bought for me became increasingly revealing and sexy. Fortunately, I was a cheerleader in the US and later became the captain of the marching band, so I was used to wearing miniskirts and showing off my shapely buttocks and tender vulva to men. So, although my boyfriend's behavior made me a little shy, I still blushed and obeyed his orders. Every day in class, I dressed very seductively and sexy, giving male teachers and classmates a feast for the eyes. During

winter break, before the Spring Festival, my beloved boyfriend and I took the train to stay at his house for a few days. The city where he lives is one I visited for almost half a month during my university years in my past life, staying at my best friend's house. I've long forgotten his address, but as my boyfriend and I got off the train and transferred to the subway, walking hand in hand out of the station, seeing the familiar street scenes and landmarks rushing towards us, my heart couldn't help but flutter with nervousness and panic. I felt like I might run into him at any moment.

Although rationally I knew that, reborn as a stunningly beautiful young woman, there was no way he would recognize me, people's perception of appearance and demeanor is quite strange, and their reactions to seeing acquaintances and strangers are completely different. If I wasn't mentally prepared and suddenly bumped into him on the street, I felt I might not be able to help but let out a sweet cry, or even accidentally call out his slightly risqué nickname in a sweet, coquettish voice.

I was already a little nervous about visiting my boyfriend's house for the first time, meeting my future in-laws. Walking along the familiar road, beneath the trees that were now much more lush than before, my heart pounded wildly as my boyfriend led me by the hand to my best friend's apartment building.

He pressed a number different from what I remembered, which relieved me. However, when the elevator arrived at his door, and he unlocked it, I blushed instantly upon seeing his parents.

His father was my best friend from a past life, and his mother was my girlfriend.

My intuition had told me we'd likely run into my best friend as we walked hand-in-hand. I never imagined he would be his father, and that besides my best friend, I'd also encounter my girlfriend, who was also his mother. Having been

gone for so many years, I assumed my girlfriend was probably married with children. I never imagined she would marry my best friend, and then her own son would pursue me, who was reborn as a girl and grew up to be incredibly beautiful, seductive, and alluring. Now, her son not only obtained someone else's precious virginity, but also gets to enjoy the delicate body of a stunning school beauty every day.

Just half an hour ago, I was sitting on the train, and I could never have imagined that my future father-in-law would be my roommate and best friend of many years, with whom I'd even watched porn together; and that my future mother-in-law would be my beloved girlfriend of many years, with whom I was discussing marriage. Fortunately, to make a good impression on my future in-laws, I had prepared myself mentally and had various action plans in place. So, amidst my shyness and shock, I instantly activated my best plan, revealing my charming and alluring dimples on my pretty face, and then greeting my boyfriend's parents in the clearest and most sweet voice.

Because I was visiting my boyfriend's house today, I was wearing a newly bought, simple and elegant pure white dress, the neckline only revealing my collarbone, and the knee-length skirt only showing a pair of fair and slender sexy legs.

However, because my breasts are large and firm, my waist is incredibly slender, and my buttocks are perky and round, even though the dress fabric completely concealed my soft, fair skin, the tight, form-fitting design still perfectly showcased my alluring figure.

This morning, when I wore this dress downstairs, my boyfriend said I looked incredibly sexy and that he wanted to have sex with me right away. But we were already rushing to catch our train, and I thought the dress was designed for an innocent, pure look, so I just gave him a sweet smile and playfully scolded him for being cheeky. I never imagined he genuinely thought I looked incredibly sexy in that dress.

On the subway, and when I arrived at the train station and hurriedly walked to the platform, I definitely noticed that the gazes from the men around me were noticeably stronger, more ardent, and more erotic than usual. As a model student and a campus belle from a prestigious university, I'm used to being stared at by many men. But today, I felt the men looking at me with even more lecherous eyes than usual. So, after boarding the train and finding a seat, I blushed and asked my boyfriend, "Is my dress really that sexy today?"

Hearing his sincere affirmation, I took a mirror from my bag, half-believing, and checked myself. Perhaps it's because men and women have different aesthetic views, but I still thought the dress was quite simple and innocent, not at all like what my boyfriend said—emphasizing female beauty and full of sexual innuendo and provocation.

However, standing in my boyfriend's entryway, seeing his father's undisguised admiration and my best friend's bulging crotch, I blushed and felt both shy and annoyed. Was this dress really too sexy in men's eyes? It was just a glimpse of my collarbone and calves, yet it caused such a huge reaction from my best friend, who's seen countless pornographic films.

This pure white dress was made of a very light and form-fitting high-tech material, so when I straightened my legs, bent over, and gracefully and charmingly took off my stilettos and changed into the slippers my boyfriend's mother handed me, the completely opaque but sheer dress revealed my slender waist and sexy, alluring curves of my hips, making me appear completely naked to my boyfriend's father. Perhaps

because I was dressed so sexy and alluringly, after my boyfriend and I entered the living room, his father went to the bathroom for over ten minutes before even sitting down, finally managing to smooth out his pants before emerging, clearly having masturbated several times in the bathroom. Fortunately, a woman's perspective is clearly different from a man's. My boyfriend's mother and sister both praised my dress, saying it was beautiful, cute, and innocent. So, although I was still a little nervous and annoyed, I quickly and happily chatted with them about dressing tips.

The sofas in the living room faced the TV, arranged in a roughly arc shape. My boyfriend's father and I were positioned at opposite ends of the arc, so even while watching TV, he could easily capture my beautiful figure in his view.

Facing my future in-laws and sister-in-law, I sat elegantly and gracefully, my large breasts trembling slightly. Although I knew my boyfriend's parents well from a past life, and his sister-in-law, who was in junior high school, seemed easy to get along with, they were still a little reserved, having to mentally rehearse their answers three times before speaking. My carefree boyfriend, however, was eating cookies and casually chiming in. Not only did cookie crumbs almost fall onto my white dress, but he also answered his sister's question without asking, saying that he and I had already "go to base."

Although I knew his family would ask sooner or later, hearing my boyfriend's frank and straightforward answer still made me blush and give him a hard pinch on the waist. Fortunately, my boyfriend's sister realized that she should ask her brother privately through her parents, so the topic quickly changed, and no one asked about what made me particularly embarrassed. With my

beautiful appearance, slender figure, quiet elegance, and gentle shyness, I was practically the perfect daughter-in-law in my boyfriend's parents' eyes. My boyfriend's sister and brother have a very good relationship. However, to her, my sister-in-law is not only a beautiful and gentle older sister, but also a top student at a prestigious university, just like her brother. Therefore, she admires me greatly and treats me very well, completely ignoring me as an outsider who has taken her brother away.

Dinner was downstairs, on the same floor where I stayed when I visited my best friend in my past life. However, my boyfriend's grandfather and my best friend's father have passed away, so I only saw my boyfriend's grandmother. I noticed she looked much older than when I visited.

My boyfriend's grandmother also praised my pure white dress, but during the meal, my boyfriend's father, with his crotch bulging, ran into the bathroom, obviously to masturbate. When no one was looking, my boyfriend whispered in my ear that if his grandfather were still alive, seeing his beautiful and alluring granddaughter-in-law dressed so sexily would definitely cause his blood pressure to spike and he'd have a stroke.

My boyfriend's grandmother's house also has a dishwasher, so after cleaning up the dishes, my boyfriend's mother and sister each took one of my hands and led me upstairs to take a shower together.

In my past life, my girlfriend and I had a very good relationship, and we often took baths together. Years later, after having two children, she still has a very sexy figure, but she's noticeably more voluptuous than I remember. My aunt, who's in her third year of junior high, is a beauty, but her figure is still rather slender. So when I shyly took off my clothes, revealing a body more alluring and seductive than any gravure idol or AV actress, their incredibly surprised reactions made me feel so shy.

My large breasts are not only extremely sexy and perfect in shape, but also soft and firm. Even without a bra, my breasts don't sag; they only slightly change their curves with gravity, creating a different kind of beauty than when I'm wearing a bra. My waist is so incredibly thin, and my abdomen is so flat. Even though I just had a big dinner, my curves still maintain their most sexy and alluring state.

My buttocks are so round and perky, no matter what type of skirt I wear, it easily shows off and emphasizes my peach-like, delicate, and alluring curves. My legs are long and straight, with fair, smooth, and translucent skin. Even though I usually wear pleated skirts that reach my crotch at school, my beautiful legs have never tanned. From my feet to my thighs, including my perky buttocks, from bottom to top, my skin is the most alluring and perfect soft, snow-white skin, completely without a single tan line.

My boyfriend's mother and sister are a still-charming middle-aged beauty and a cute junior high school girl, respectively. Compared to women of similar age, they are both very pretty and sexy, living the dream. However, compared to my stunning beauty, they look like ordinary country girls.

Compared to my slender aunt, I'm taller and have longer legs, but my waist is still a little thinner than hers—I could probably even fit into her elementary school uniform skirt. Perhaps because I'm so beautiful, so sexy, so alluring, my aunt, with a look of envy, couldn't help but ask me if her brother wasn't very good at it. Why, even though he's already been to home base, does my little pussy look even fresher and prettier than hers when she was a virgin?

Middle school girls these days are so precocious… But then again, my aunt is already in her final year of middle school; maybe quite a few of her classmates aren't virgins anymore.

Seeing her shy and coquettish appearance, my boyfriend's mother stepped in to smooth things over, explaining to her daughter that my little pussy was a legendary top-quality vagina, and no matter how many times her brother had penetrated it, it would always look like the freshest and most beautiful pink fungus, and would never turn into a black fungus. My

face flushed, and I added in a soft, coquettish voice that ever since I gave my virginity to Jing, we'd made love almost every day, but as soon as he pulled out, my little opening would immediately close tightly, as if he had never penetrated me at all.

Because we had already discussed the most direct and explicit topics, the three of us chatted more casually and relaxed afterwards. My boyfriend's mother blushed and said that she had actually been pregnant with Jing before her marriage, and in the rush, she had to hastily hold the wedding while her pregnancy wasn't yet obvious. Although she was publicly said to be premature, Jing was actually born full-term, and he had been very healthy since childhood, rarely getting sick, unlike my younger sister who cried all the time when she was little.

With a blush, I replied sweetly, "Jing's stamina is really good; he always makes me feel so good." My heart leaped with joy; I knew my boyfriend's mother was very satisfied with me. She was willing to reveal this secret, which even her daughter didn't know, just so I could marry Jing with peace of mind, without worrying about marrying a sickly man.

Having performed perfectly and successfully passed the interviews with my future in-laws and my boyfriend's grandmother, I didn't sleep in the guest room that night, but shyly went straight to bed with my boyfriend. My boyfriend used to play musical instruments, and his room was very soundproof, so although I was extremely shy, I obediently lay down on the bed, my face flushed, and shyly spread my long, white legs, letting my dear boyfriend insert his penis into me. Right next to his parents' master bedroom, I could enjoy my school beauty girlfriend's stunningly beautiful and seductive body, making her moan and groan with pleasure, squirting repeatedly.

That night, I had a wonderful dream.

In my dream, still resembling a stunningly beautiful young woman, I returned to the scene of the accident years ago from the perspective of a passerby, witnessing the entire aftermath. When I was in that accident, my girlfriend was already pregnant with my child. She refused an abortion and insisted on giving birth to my child. However, society isn't very friendly to unmarried mothers, and children born out of wedlock are prone to various legal problems. So, my best friend confessed his feelings to her before she became pregnant, saying he had secretly loved her for many years. For the sake of the child, my girlfriend hastily married my best friend.

The next morning, when I woke up from the dream, my tears had completely soaked my boyfriend's pillow. Although it was just a dream, upon careful reflection, every detail matched perfectly. My boyfriend's birthday was only a few weeks earlier than mine, and he didn't look like his father at all; his features were entirely like his mother's. Although there wasn't more evidence yet, I felt that the scene in the dream was the truth. My boyfriend was my biological son in a past life, a posthumous child; he and my sister were actually half-siblings.

Last night, although his mother admitted to lying about the premature birth, she didn't mention that Jing's biological father was someone else. It's obvious that even my boyfriend and his sister didn't know about that, let alone me, who isn't even married into the family yet.

Thinking about how much my girlfriend had suffered for me, and how my best friend had cared for them for so many years, treating Jing like her own son, I felt both apologetic and grateful to them. However, when I saw the time on my phone—it was already late—I immediately jumped out of bed in a panic, threw

off the covers, and rushed into the bathroom to check my eyes in the mirror to see if they were swollen from crying. After washing my face, brushing my teeth, and tidying myself up, I came out of the bathroom to find another problem. I had clearly closed my suitcase after taking my change of clothes last night. But now the suitcase was open and lying on the floor, and the clothes inside looked damp, with faint watermarks.

Fortunately, my one-third-cup lace bra and the matching sexy lingerie were tucked away in a compartment and hadn't gotten wet. Wearing a seductive and alluring lingerie set, still half-naked, I slightly opened the door, my face flushed, and hid behind the door, calling my boyfriend in a soft voice.

Apparently, he was worried about creases in the dresses I'd packed in my suitcase, so he'd wanted to have his mother iron them last night. But as soon as he opened the suitcase, I came in, fresh from a shower, wrapped in a large towel, my breasts and long legs bare. He excitedly pounced on me, completely forgetting about the suitcase he'd opened and tossed on the floor.

My vaginal fluid from orgasm is very clear and transparent, looking exactly like water, with only a faint floral scent. So when my boyfriend saw the wet suitcase this morning, he thought that letting it air dry might hide the stains.

However, no matter how pure and transparent my vaginal fluid is, it's still bodily fluid, not pure water, so even though the stains were very faint after drying, they were still somewhat noticeable. All these dresses need to be washed before I can wear them again.

Luckily, my aunt's waist is about the same size as mine, so I immediately sent my boyfriend to borrow a skirt from his sister. Hearing about my predicament, my aunt quickly brought in a skirt she wore in the first year of junior high, and then helped me rummage through her mother's old tops. Compared to my aunt's ample bosom, my breasts are far too large; I definitely wouldn't fit into her clothes, so skirts were the only option.

For my aunt's age, her figure is actually quite well-proportioned and sexy. However, she was petite in the first year of junior high, and her hips weren't very perky yet, so the old skirts she brought, while fitting my waist perfectly, were all ridiculously short. My boyfriend's mother has had two children, and her waist is no longer as slender as it was in her youth; her current skirts and pants don't fit me at all. Only the old tops my aunt found could be paired with the skirts she brought.

My boyfriend's mother went grocery shopping and I don't know when she'll be back, and my aunt also needs to go back to her room for online classes, so she can't go out to buy me clothes. So, wearing a deep V-neck tight-fitting shirt and a light, super-short pleated skirt, exposing my cleavage, breasts, and long, white legs, I shyly tugged at the hem of my skirt with my small hands, my face flushed, and stepped out of my boyfriend's room, allowing my best friend from a past life, my future father-in-law, to witness my sweet and beautiful face and heavenly body.

My pretty face was flushed, and I was incredibly shy. I walked with sexy and charming cat steps into the living room, sweetly greeted my boyfriend's father, and then, under his lecherous and amazed gaze, gracefully walked to the other end of the curved sofa and sat down in the spot where my boyfriend and I had squeezed together yesterday.

But as soon as I sat down, my incredibly sensitive, tender buttocks felt a little prickly and itchy, so I jumped up in a panic, one small hand stroking the hem of my skirt, the other small hand reaching under the skirt to pat my buttocks, while turning around to check the sofa to see what had gotten on my smooth, white, perky buttocks.

At first glance, the sofa seemed fairly clean, but upon closer inspection, tiny crumbs of biscuits were visible. Yesterday, I was sitting here in a white dress, and my boyfriend was eating biscuits with one hand while holding a plate in the other. Although I was careful not to let him get my dress dirty, some crumbs still obviously fell onto the sofa.

The pleated school uniform skirt my aunt lent me is dark-colored, unlike yesterday's white dress, which shows dirt as easily, but biscuit crumbs on the sofa can attract ants, and besides, my delicate skin is so sensitive; I would definitely feel even the smallest foreign object.

When I jumped off the sofa just now, I remember carefully protecting the hem of my skirt with my hands. But then I discovered the culprit that was irritating my bottom, and it was food crumbs that might attract ants. Being a clean freak, I immediately straightened my legs, bent over, put my hands on my knees, and gently swayed my super short skirt and almost naked buttocks. I focused on carefully patting away any cookie crumbs that might be left on the sofa. Then I checked inch by inch, very slowly, repeatedly, up and down and left and right, to make sure there were absolutely no omissions or residues.

After finally cleaning the sofa, I was about to grab some tools to sweep up the cookie crumbs when I suddenly remembered I was still in the living room, my back to my boyfriend's father, my long, slender, fair legs stretched out, my body elegantly and seductively bent forward, my alluring buttocks and cunt exposed beneath my miniskirt—completely displaying my incredibly sexy underwear to my best friend from my past life.

A girl's sixth sense had been sending out warning signals the whole time. But compared to the ant army that might invade the sofa, having my underwear seen by a man was a minor matter. So, focused on checking the sofa, I completely ignored my sixth sense's alarm and didn't even notice how incredibly slutty and wanton I looked, swaying my miniskirt and perky buttocks.

The thought of my best friend sitting behind me, staring wide-eyed and unblinkingly gazing up at the underwear of this beautiful girl as I slapped the sofa filled me with shame. Because I was so nervous, I didn't know what to do, so I just kept my legs straight and my back bent, pretending that the task wasn't finished and that I was still focused on checking the sofa.

Extremely shy, I swayed my skirt and perked up my bottom while pretending to find more crumbs and gently patting them with my small hand. Just then, I heard a noise from my boyfriend's room, so I had a sudden idea. I straightened up, quickly walked over, opened the door, and asked my boyfriend in a sweet voice where the broom and vacuum cleaner were.

Even though my boyfriend's father was just a few meters behind me, I was too shy to ask him, who was closer, and just wanted to get to my boyfriend's side as quickly as possible.

When my boyfriend's mother returned from grocery shopping, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, she insisted that no one come into the kitchen to help, so I had to go back to the living room, my face flushed, and sit back down on the clean sofa.

The thought that he had just seemed to deliberately seduce and tempt him made me blush and avoid looking at my boyfriend's father. I could only glance at my best friend's bulging crotch out of the corner of my eye, my face flushed as I recalled our past life, when we all watched porn together in our dorm.

Because we were friends who watched porn and masturbated together, I knew exactly how thick and long my best friend's penis was. Although my boyfriend's penis was more than enough to satisfy me, he had only inherited his biological father's average penis, unlike his adoptive father who had a super-sized penis that could rival that of a black man.

Having tasted the pleasures of sex and been deeply immersed in them, I had long been trained by my boyfriend to be a little slut who couldn't live without sex. So, when such a top-notch penis suddenly appeared in front of me, I naturally became a little interested. Blushing, legs pressed together, and rubbing my bare skirt as I sank into the soft sofa, I couldn't help but shyly begin to fantasize. What if my best friend's enormous, black-like penis were inside me? Would it give me an even stronger, more stimulating, and more impactful sexual experience?

As a stunningly beautiful school beauty, I knew how attractive my angelic body was to men. Besides, my boyfriend's father was my best friend from a past life, and I knew his taste in AV very well. He, like me, was deeply attracted to pure, beautiful girls with long, innocent legs.

Although I was now a college student, not the high school girl my best friend was obsessed with, my delicate, innocent face and smooth, tender skin still made me look like a young woman in her late teens. Moreover, I was currently wearing my boyfriend's sister's middle school uniform skirt, revealing my long, slender, and incredibly beautiful legs. As long as my best friend's tastes hadn't changed much over the years, my beauty and innocence would definitely hit the mark for him, as if a goddess from an AV had crossed a dimensional gate and descended before him.

My boyfriend's grandma went on a tour today, so we didn't have to go down for lunch; the five of us ate at home. His mom and sister were there too, so his dad had absolutely no chance to rape me. But I was dressed so provocatively today—my breasts, my beautiful buttocks, my cunt, my long legs—all exposed to his dad. He couldn't cover up, and he couldn't leave it untouched. He could only pretend not to see his lecherous gaze, letting his despicable best friend see my alluring, half-naked, stunningly beautiful body.

My boyfriend's mom has a habit of taking a nap, and his sister had to do homework and then continue with online classes, so after lunch, my boyfriend went to his room to poop, leaving only his dad and me, incredibly shy and unable to look him in the eye, in the living room.

Just as I was feeling nervous and shy, unsure what to say to my future father-in-law, I suddenly remembered my dream from last night—wanting to see photos from my girlfriend's wedding.

When I asked to see old photos from his family home, my boyfriend's father thought for a moment and said that back then they used traditional cameras, and the photos were probably kept downstairs at my girlfriend's grandmother's house; we might have to look for them.

It's always faster for two people to look together than one, so I sweetly told him I wanted to look too. I got up, went to the entryway, and slipped on my incredibly sexy stilettos. My pleated skirt, which reached my crotch, naturally rose higher, further off the ground, making it easier to expose myself.

My boyfriend's father and I left his house, took the elevator, and went downstairs. As I took off my heels, my boyfriend's father went straight into his mother's room.

Since there was no one else around, I straightened my legs, bent down, and neatly arranged our shoes before going into the room to meet my boyfriend's father. As soon as

we entered my boyfriend's grandmother's room, a pair of strong, large hands tightly embraced me, gently but firmly carrying her to the large bed. Then my boyfriend's dad turned around, locked the door, pulled down his pants, and pounced on me with gleaming eyes. He ripped off the sexy lace lingerie under my short skirt, and then, with his huge, hard, and thick penis, he brutally raped me.

Because the old man was sensitive to noise, the soundproofing in this room was just as good as in my boyfriend's room. No matter how much I screamed or cried out, no one outside could hear a thing. Besides, my boyfriend's grandma was out, so it was just my boyfriend's dad and me at home. So, feeling incredibly shy and blissful, being fucked so comfortably and pleasurably by my best friend, I kept begging my boyfriend's dad to let me go, but at the same time, I couldn't help but let out many comfortable, satisfied, happy, soft moans and gasps.

My boyfriend's mom was taking a nap, and his sister was in class. Although my boyfriend would come out after he finished pooping, I knew there was a new game he had been looking forward to releasing today. So even if he's not in the bathroom right now, he's probably sitting in front of his computer, browsing forums and waiting for the game to officially launch. He wouldn't even notice that his stunning girlfriend is just a few meters below him, lying shyly and helplessly on his grandmother's bed, letting his father penetrate her without a condom and shoot his hot, thick semen into her flower!

Although I had seen my best friend's big penis in my previous life and knew rationally that it was thick and long, it wasn't until I was reborn as a sexy and alluring girl and had just been actually penetrated by him that I finally truly experienced how hard, hot, and terrifying my best friend's big penis was!

A man's penis is clearly just a sponge and fibers, so why is the one that was just inserted as hard as a steel pillar? Moreover, my private parts were so narrow and tight, with an inner diameter much smaller than my boyfriend's father's penis, yet my fragrant and delicate secret passage, lubricated by abundant floral scents and honeyed fluids, was instantly and brutally penetrated by that monstrous dragon. And the urgent electrical signals transmitted from my lower body to my brain were all just feelings of pleasure: so good, so amazing, so beautiful, so incredibly pleasurable, I'm going to fly…

My boyfriend's father's huge penis truly made me feel so good and so incredibly pleasurable. Without realizing it, being so intensely loved by a man, I completely forgot that I should cry out or ask for help. The seductive moans emanating from her small mouth had completely replaced her previous soft pleas for mercy. Moreover, her pair of exquisite, fair, and slender legs were tightly wrapped around the man's waist and hips, actively cooperating with her boyfriend's father's thrusting movements, allowing that bulging, veiny electromagnetic railgun to move flexibly forward and backward, forward and backward, inside her little hole.

I remember in my past life, when I got into university and moved into my dorm, the first time I saw my best friend's huge penis, I was a little envious of him, but I also felt sorry for his future woman, having to be penetrated by such a thick and long thing. Who would have thought that years later, reborn as a stunningly beautiful young woman, I would also become my best friend's woman and personally experience the ultimate pleasure of being brutally penetrated by this enormous penis!

Being fucked so comfortably by my boyfriend's father, I completely forgot about time. My joyful and happy heart was completely filled by my best friend's huge penis. So when the phone on the bedside table rang, I didn't recognize the sound for a moment, and instead felt very disappointed and dissatisfied that the man had suddenly stopped thrusting.

My boyfriend's father's penis had stopped, but the ringing phone was still ringing. Unwilling to give up, I continued to moan sweetly and loudly, and gently twisted my slender waist and swayed my hips, actively welcoming that suddenly stopped, towering dragon pillar.

My boyfriend's father pulled out his penis, gently covered my mouth with his large hand, and then answered the phone with his other hand, telling his wife, who was taking a nap, that they were looking at old photos downstairs and would come upstairs after they finished tidying up.

Although I was very, very unwilling, the joyful sexual feast had to be temporarily suspended. My pretty face was flushed and I was incredibly shy. My legs were weak as I got out of bed and walked unsteadily into the bathroom, carefully checking and cleaning my genitals under the light. Based on past experience, as soon as my boyfriend's penis was pulled out, my beautiful vagina would instantly close tightly, and there would be absolutely no semen leakage. However, my boyfriend's father's penis was so thick and long, and the amount of semen was much more, so I still carefully checked it. After all, we were going upstairs soon, and there couldn't be any mistakes.

Fortunately, my beautiful vagina really was the legendary top-quality vagina. Even though my boyfriend's dad had just given me such a good time and ejaculated so many times, my genitals still looked like those of a virgin, even though he had filled me up completely. After checking myself repeatedly and feeling completely relieved, I carefully tidied myself up in front of the mirror, then shyly stepped out of the bathroom. I picked up the sexy lingerie with ties that the man had just ripped off, carefully put it under my mini-skirt, and then helped my boyfriend's dad clean up the mess to make sure his grandmother wouldn't notice anything amiss when she got home.

After being thoroughly fucked by my boyfriend's dad, I naturally acted more alluring and shy in front of him upstairs, and blushed more easily than before. However, the other three people in the house all thought I was just shy because I was wearing such a sexy and revealing dress. None of them knew that I had already enjoyed perfect and pleasurable sex with the head of the family that afternoon, and that he had ejaculated so many times inside me, and that my vagina was still full of his semen.

At dinner, my boyfriend's mother said my skirt was all washed and I could wear it the next morning. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I thanked her sweetly, saying in a soft voice, "That's great! I finally don't have to wear such a short and embarrassing skirt tomorrow!"

Epilogue

On my second night at my boyfriend's house, the sexual pleasure I experienced in his bed completely surpassed any of my previous sexual encounters, including the times I had been incredibly satisfied with his father that afternoon. Even though my boyfriend's penis was exactly the same as the night before, and his sexual skills hadn't improved overnight to the level of his father, since I knew my boyfriend was my biological son, I naturally became more alluring, more delicate, and more shy when he penetrated me.

Reborn as a girl, beautiful and sexy, I and Jing were like long-lost mother and son, reunited by fate. The grown-up him fell in love at first sight with my youthful beauty and alluring charm, deeply infatuated with me. However, when we first met in college, I didn't recognize him as my son; I just felt relaxed and comfortable with him. So, not long after we started dating, I reluctantly gave him my virginity. Without either of us knowing, his tall, handsome, and strong son, his incredibly beautiful young mother, deflowered me.

Reborn as a stunningly beautiful young woman, I have no blood relation to my boyfriend anymore. But ever since I glimpsed the truth of what happened back then in my dream, I've had a strange, incestuous pleasure when I make love with him. This makes me, who already enjoys sex, experience unprecedented, extreme pleasure as my boyfriend's not-so-thick and long penis thrusts in and out—even more pleasurable than being with his father!

However, Jing, completely unaware of this, misunderstands my shy and beautiful demeanor in bed tonight. He thinks it's because I dressed so sexily and alluringly during the day, completely exposing my beautiful and seductive body to his father, that I've become so wanton and wanton during sex, as if I see my boyfriend as his father and his penis as his father's.

My boyfriend was fucking me hard, saying he saw everything that morning. I was wearing his sister's super short, incredibly alluring school uniform skirt, with only a terribly sexy lingerie thong underneath, and I was even in the living room with my back to his dad, legs straight, bent over, deliberately showing off my ass and my beautiful pussy to him. Didn't that feel incredibly good, exciting, and pleasurable? As a beautiful and alluring girl, I naturally have the privilege of not answering. So when my boyfriend pressed me with questions, I just blushed and said nothing except for moaning and whimpering, letting him, who was deeply infatuated with me, 　　guess

whether my favorite penis was his or his dad's.

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