Young woman in the army

I'm 32 years old, married for 6 years. My husband and I are both career sergeants, serving together at Taoyuan Air Base. We have a 2-year-old daughter. We live in the military barracks next to the base.

With my handsome face, tall stature, and elegant demeanor, I was hailed as the "Base Flower" at the base, the focus of all the men. Before my marriage, I had suitors at every level of the base.

Honestly, it was very difficult for me not to be tempted by so many men.

From the moment news of my marriage spread throughout the base, the astonishment of my suitors was written all over their faces, especially the arrogant flight officers. They always looked at my husband with envy.

They must have wondered why I didn't choose a high-paid pilot, or even a ground crew officer, but instead chose a sergeant of the same rank as me as my husband.

Regarding this question, I can only say… My husband was a senior colleague at my workplace. We often worked together on various aircraft avionics maintenance tasks, and over time, we naturally became a couple. I guess it was a case of familiarity breeds affection!

After experiencing the joy of marriage and the shyness of my first time, as a mother, my breasts had upgraded from a B cup to a C cup. My mature and alluring figure was even more captivating than before. Although my hips had become a bit larger, they were still firm and round. After giving birth, the attention I received at the base didn't decrease but rather increased.

A year after our marriage, my husband transferred to another unit. Our jobs became different. In the mornings, we still rode our bicycles to work together, but after work, we went home separately. Two years passed peacefully, sweetly, and steadily like this. In

the third year of our marriage, our precious daughter came to live with us from her in-laws' house. I felt so warm and happy! I wished time could stand still at this moment.

Starting in the fourth year of our marriage, problems began to appear in my marriage.

My husband started drinking frequently due to work-related stress and the pressure of promotions. This escalated to the point where he spent his days playing online games after work, complaining about his superiors' opinions of him, and blaming his male colleagues for leering at him. He'd complain endlessly, and as his wife, all I could do was gently encourage and comfort him with love, but nothing could bring him back to his former self. Our relationship gradually reached a freezing point.

One night, after putting our daughter to sleep, I went to do the laundry. My husband, who had been drinking and hadn't showered for four or five days, boldly tried to force himself on me on the back balcony.

No matter how bad he was, he was still my husband, and I had an obligation to satisfy his needs. But it wasn't even ten o'clock, and it was on the balcony…

I tried to calm him down, urging him to come to the room, but he refused. In the ensuing struggle…

"Slap!" I reflexively slapped him.

I stared at my right hand in surprise, and in an instant, I began to regret my actions.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, is it alright? Let me see," I said regretfully.

"Come on! Let's go into the room and do it!" I said coquettishly, pulling his hand.

Although my weak wrist hadn't caused any damage, I still lowered my head and apologized to my husband in a panic.

"You dare hit me, fuck your mother! It's okay, watch how I fuck you to death! Fuck!"

He roughly hugged my body. The sudden change, coupled with the guilt in my heart, left me no time to react before I was buried in his naked chest.

He fiercely pinched my lips and teeth, forcibly kissing my small mouth. His tongue burrowed into my tightly closed lips, and a stench of alcohol hit me. His teeth and tongue, covered in yellowish grime, were all pushed into my mouth, forcing me to swallow under the humiliation of the rough kiss.

As my filthy, beastly husband forcefully kissed me, time seemed to stand still. The torture felt like it was just beginning, never to end. Instantly, tears of grievance welled up in my eyes.

He kissed me until he could barely breathe, and only when his lips left mine did he reach out and tear open my white shirt without hesitation.

"Are you crazy!"

I cried out, "Don't do this! Someone will see us."

"Damn it, you hit me so hard, I'm going to make it up to you by fucking you right here."

Under the streetlights, my exposed purple half-cup bra and smooth, white skin further aroused his bestiality.

He roughly pulled off my bra.

"No!" I struggled against the shame of being seen, making a final stand.

It was too late. My full breasts had already sprung from my chest, the plump orbs standing erect as if defying gravity, the pale brown nipples proudly blooming in the air, instantly filling it with a cloying milky scent.

"What beautiful breasts! You're begging to be fucked!" His desire had erupted, completely out of control. He gripped my breasts tightly, kneading them roughly, the flawless roundness transforming into various shapes, as if juice were being squeezed out under the fierce pressure.

His hands were brutally ravaging and playing with my breasts, rubbing my small nipples and areolas vigorously.

My breasts were being played with by my husband at the same time, and although I was extremely unwilling, I was powerless to stop him.

"Hehe, is it good? Your nipples are already erect," he said.

"No!" I retorted.

"Your body is very honest. I've never seen such lustful breasts."

Being forcibly violated by this beastly husband outside the house, the intense shame made me really want to die.

He buried his face in the deep cleavage, greedily sucking and licking, recklessly biting at the flesh of my breasts, the beautiful breasts, with their elasticity and softness at their peak, swaying from side to side, his mouth seemingly glued to them.

"Mmm! ~ Mmm!" My husband roared like a beast in heat.

He quickly pulled down his taut shorts, revealing his engorged and menacing penis.

I turned my face away, tears streaming down my face, accepting my husband's perverse brutality tonight...

He forced me to the ground, grabbing my pale legs and forcefully spreading them into a V-shape.

"No!" I cried out, tears streaming down my face.

He ignored my pleas, pulling up my white skirt and rubbing my vulva forcefully through my white panties with his fingers.

Being forced into intercourse by my own husband in such a beastly manner was excruciating, a pain of psychological despair. Was this my marriage? Was this my husband?

He made indistinct sounds in his throat, his eyes bloodshot, a lewd smile on his lips, as he pulled my panties down to my knees.

The extreme shame and physical pain made my head spin, my consciousness becoming hazy.

"Stick your ass up, I'm going to fuck you from behind, you hear me?" he roared, commanding.

He forcefully flipped my body over, pinning me against the low wall of the balcony, and forcibly lifted my buttocks. His glans was already secreting fluid, and his shaft was covered in veins, viciously attacking my honey hole.

"Don't you like being fucked from behind the most?" he laughed, pushing against my closed honey hole and forcefully thrusting his penis inside.

Because my vagina wasn't wet enough, his penetration made me suffer terribly.

"No, husband, please... pull it out!" I pleaded desperately.

"What? You don't want my cock inside you, and your pussy doesn't want me to fuck it, then who will fuck it!" he sternly said.

"Damn it! Your pussy is still so tight, fuck! So good!"

My husband's penis forced its way into my narrow passage, as if it were being stretched open. The thick shaft of his penis was tightly inserted into my dry honey hole, constantly rubbing against the tender flesh of my vaginal walls. This pain tormented me.

"So thick, so hard, my body is going to break."

I cried out, "No, I don't want to!"

The pain from the thrusting made me want to escape, twisting my slender waist to avoid the penis going deep into my honey hole. But the man's natural strength subdued me and I couldn't move.

"A woman's pussy is born to be fucked by a man, how about it? It feels good to be fucked by my penis!" He

showed no mercy to me, who was crying from pain and humiliation. He thrust mercilessly, the rapid and intense thrusting movements as if he wanted to stuff his whole body into my honey hole. He tried to twist his buttocks to make his penis go deeper.

My beloved husband, whom I cherish so dearly, gradually faded from my mind, drifting further and further away. The pain was driving me almost insane.

"Ah...it hurts! Stop! Don't do it anymore..." I cried out incessantly.

Thump...thump, the sounds of male and female bodies colliding echoed on the balcony as I helplessly wailed.

He was babbling incoherently, screaming, "Ah!~ Ah!~ Ah!, I'm going to die!"

"Ah!~ Ah!, all the men in the base want to fuck you, do you know that?"

"Ah!~ Ah!~ Ah!, Ha! Ha! You're still just pretending, it feels good!"

"Ah!~ Ah!~ Ah!, I'm going to fuck your cock until it's broken, fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!"

"Ah!~ Ah!~ Ah!, I'm going to shoot inside your cock!"

"Ah! Shoot!~ Ah!~ Ah!~ I'm going to shoot!~ Ah!..."

My husband's penis thrust hard against my clitoris, shooting his lustful seed deep into my honeypot, the hot, thick semen continuously pouring into the deepest part of my honeypot...

In an instant, the terrifying nightmare finally ended, he panted heavily, lying on my back, breathing heavily.

It's finally over... it's over... that's how I comforted myself.

That night, he pretended to be drunk on the balcony…

Thankfully, after the incident, there was no gossip about me circulating at the base.

My husband and I spent a month in this cold war…

My husband went to the Tainan Command for training (advanced sergeant class) two weeks ago. During his three-month training period, it was a good opportunity for us to calm down.

Recently, a group of junior officers joined the team. They are recent graduates from the sergeant school. Perhaps because of them, the base held a family gathering today, allowing officers' and soldiers' families to come and see the aircraft and their children's daily lives.

I was on leave that day, but since my quarters are right next to the base, I brought my daughter to play.

At noon, there were no other family members visiting the aircraft hangar. They had all gone to the Zhongshan Room in the team headquarters to have snacks and rest. Only my daughter, two safety sergeants, and I remained in the maintenance hangar.

My daughter had just fallen asleep after playing and I needed to use the restroom, so I asked the two safety sergeants to watch my daughter while I went to the restroom in the hangar.

The factory's toilet was rather rudimentary; it was a unisex toilet with a urinal, a washbasin, and two old-fashioned latrines, but it was quite clean.

Entering the toilet, I lifted my skirt, took off my underwear, and had barely squatted down when someone came in. I looked up and was startled—it was a new junior student from the team, peeking at me through the vent in the door.

Before I could say anything, the junior student repeatedly said, "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"

But while he was apologizing, his eyes were fixed on my lower body.

I lowered my head, both ashamed and angry, and said to him, "You're still looking! Get out!"

Before I could finish speaking, the junior student fled as if running away. My lower body was left naked, stared at by him for over a minute. I imagine my face must have been as red as an apple.

Less than a minute later, someone else came in. Huh! …His shoes…why were they the same as that junior's? Just then, he walked into

the stall next to mine and closed the door. Those shoes made me suspicious. I turned to look beside me—oh my god! …

I saw that junior from before! He was lying on the floor, peering at me through the large gap in the stall. What should I do?

I tried to stay calm, turned around, and didn't dare move. But the junior remained in the same position, still peeking. My mind was in turmoil. Then the junior spoke: "Sorry, senior, I'm not that kind of person."

I ignored him.

He opened the door and stopped at the sink. Through the ventilation hole in the door, I involuntarily glanced outside. I saw him standing in front of the sink, and what shocked me even more…he had actually taken out his penis.

It was the first time I'd ever seen a penis other than my husband's. It was different from his; it stood erect, long, thick, and white, with less pubic hair. My husband's penis wasn't as big, and it was darker. His glans was still inside, while my husband's was half-exposed. They were truly different.

I saw him use his hand to expose his glans; it was pink and quite cute.

This sight made me blush and my heart race. I felt a little wet down there, and my face was burning.

Suddenly, he squatted down towards me, and our eyes met. I quickly lowered my head.

He said, "Senior, I'm sorry, this is returning it to you, okay?"

I kept my head down, not daring to speak. I thought I should leave; my mind was in turmoil, but he kept staring at me, making it impossible for me to stand up. If I stood up, wouldn't he see everything?

What should I do?

Later, I stopped caring. He'd already seen it, and I didn't dare make a scene. I just wanted to leave quickly and take my daughter home.

I quickly stood up, dressed, rushed out of the toilet, grabbed my daughter from the officer, and left the shed without looking back, heading towards the officer's quarters.

Soon, I noticed he was still following me at a distance. I thought to myself, how dare he be so audacious and shameless? Doesn't he fear military law?

He's taken advantage of me enough, and now he dares to follow me? And he's even a member of our team! I turned and pointed at him, shouting sharply, "Have you had enough?"

At that moment, I saw his face clearly. He was about my height, but his body was quite muscular, and his face still had a youthful look.

He only said three words: "I'm sorry."

I didn't say anything and continued walking back.

He caught up and said, "Senior, please forgive me?"

How could I say that?! Looking into his sincere eyes, his youthful and refined face, and his innocent expression, and then remembering what had just happened—his huge penis…

my heart started pounding. I also noticed his pants were still bulging, which made me feel uncomfortable. It's been months since I've let my husband touch me! Right now, I desperately wish my husband were here with me, to chase this younger student away, and then go home and…

what am I thinking?!

I rushed home, and seeing that he wasn't following, I went inside. My mind was in turmoil, and I felt an intense urge. I lay on the sofa, and every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was that junior's big, thick, erect penis. How could I be like this? …

I tried hard not to think about it, to control myself, but I felt like I was losing control. Honey, I miss you so much, please come back soon.

Around 3 PM, my daughter woke up. The house was so stuffy, so I took her outside to play. I sat under the shade of a tree in the yard to breastfeed her when I sensed someone nearby. I looked up, and oh my god! That junior was staring at me from not far away.

I quickly pulled my clothes down, otherwise he would see my breasts again. I ignored him.

After a while, he walked towards me. I gave up breastfeeding my daughter and squatted down to play with her, holding her hand. He came to my side and said, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, please forgive me."

I yelled at him, "Are you crazy? You expect me to forgive you for something like this? Besides, you clearly did it on purpose."

As I looked up at him, his eyes were still fixed on my shirt collar. I thought, he saw my breasts, he saw everything! Waaah…

I hadn't worn a bra at home to make breastfeeding easier, and this was so embarrassing! How could this happen? In such a short time, he saw me from head to toe.

His pants were still bulging. What should I do? I've been spied on repeatedly! Husband, help me!

Afterwards, I picked up my daughter and quickly went home.

As evening fell, the weather was incredibly hot and humid, and it looked like it was going to rain. My daughter had just fallen asleep, so I went to the bathroom to shower. I was thinking to myself, since getting married, I haven't felt any attraction to any man. How could I have let a young man arouse my desire today?

Was it because of his big penis?

What would it feel like to be penetrated by him?

Was he still a virgin?

I thought he would be better than my husband, because his was so big, it must be so powerful.

Thinking this, I couldn't help but touch my breasts with one hand and caress my vulva with the other.

My breast milk flowed out, and my vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid. I continued to touch my clitoris, feeling so good. My mind was filled with fantasies about that big penis. Ah! Ah! My orgasm came…

It had been so long since I felt this way. My orgasm lasted a long time, so wonderful, so comfortable. I had never felt like this before. What was wrong with me today? …

It had started raining heavily outside. I went to the window to close it, and then… Ah! "Oh, I was terrified! I saw someone standing outside my house. It was him… that junior student was still there, kneeling.

Seeing him kneeling in the rain, I said, 'What are you doing?'

He said, 'Senior, I'm sorry, I like you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You're the first woman whose body I've ever seen. Senior, I like you.'

At that moment, I really didn't know what to do. Seeing him kneeling in the rain, getting soaked, I suddenly felt so sorry for him.

What should I do? Looking at his sincere eyes and youthful face, I started to like him a little too. Maybe his big penis added to his appeal!

Seeing that the neighbors hadn't noticed, I pulled him into my house.

Inside…

seeing that he was completely soaked, he seemed a little cold, his body shivering slightly. He stood there staring at me intently, his wet pants sticking up high."

I was wearing a white dress, and seeing his large, erect penis, I blushed and questioned him, "Do you often spy on women like this?"

He lowered his head and said, "I have spyed before, but I never saw clearly. This is the first time I've seen it so clearly."

Seeing his young, innocent, and honest nature, I felt even more fond of him.

I asked him, "Don't you think what you did to your senior today was very inappropriate?"

He still lowered his head and said, "Senior, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm sorry."

I said softly, "Okay! Senior forgives you. Let's pretend today never happened, okay?"

He looked up at me gratefully and said, "Thank you, senior, goodbye, thank you."

I asked with concern, "It's raining so hard outside, how are you going to get home?"

He said, "It's okay, thank you for your concern."

I said, "Wait until the rain subsides a bit before you go!"

He said, "Really? Senior, thank you."

I asked him with concern, "Are you cold?" "Huh?"

He didn't answer

. I said, "If you're cold, take off your clothes first, and I'll help you dry them."

Before he could reply, I got him a towel from the bathroom and told him to dry himself. He took the towel, staring at me intently. I lowered my head shyly. He said, "I need to take off my clothes."

I turned and walked towards the kitchen, saying, "Okay, go ahead!"

My house isn't big, about 18 square meters, with two living rooms and two bedrooms. It was provided free of charge by the government, and the surrounding environment is great. Apart from the occasional engine noise from afar, there's nothing wrong with it, so my husband and I are very happy living here.

I heard him taking off his clothes in the kitchen, and I felt a little aroused, wanting to see his physique.

I slowly turned around and saw that he was only wearing black underwear. His penis was pressing against the underwear, stretching it so high and so big!

He walked over to me, handed me my soaking wet clothes, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your help, senior."

Up close, I could see his huge penis more clearly; it was much bigger than my husband's. I blushed and said, "You're welcome. Go watch TV! I'll go dry the clothes."

Afterwards, we watched the evening news together in the living room. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. He probably sensed my hesitation and said, "Senior, if it's still raining this hard at nine o'clock, I'll have to go back." I replied vaguely, "Okay!"

Not long after, there was a sudden clap of thunder, and everything went dark. The power went out. I was so scared! But I didn't make a sound; I was probably just stunned.

We sat on the sofa in silence for a long time…

A bright flash of lightning streaked down, and he asked me, "Senior, aren't you scared?"

I didn't answer him.

He asked again, "Senior, can I sit next to you? I want to protect you, okay?"

I remained silent, taking it as tacit consent.

He quietly approached me, and then, like lightning, in the darkness, I saw his penis. Part of his glans was already protruding from his underwear—so big, so long, so scary!

He sat down beside me, our arms and thighs pressed tightly together, silent…

After a while, his hand reached from behind me and placed on my shoulder. I nervously said, "Don't do this," and at the same time, I shook off his hand

and whispered to him, "I'm your senior, I already have a family, please don't do this, okay?"

He said, "I know, but you're so beautiful, I really can't help myself, senior, I'll just kiss and touch you, please?"

Afterwards, amidst his persistent pleas and the circumstances, I softened.

Blushing, I said, "Okay, it's just kissing and touching, okay? You can't have any other intentions, and you can't tell anyone about what happened today, understand?"

He suppressed his excitement and nodded quickly, saying, "Yes! Thank you, senior. I swear to you on the honor of our soldiers. Believe me, I will do it, senior."

At this moment, he wrapped his arms around me, gently kissing, licking, and blowing on my ear, making me dodge repeatedly, unable to resist the tickling sensation. Then he stood up and sat behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and gently licking my neck. He pleaded, "Can I... kiss you? Senior, please teach me?" I nodded softly, "Mmm!"

In the darkness, our lips searched for each other until our four lips gently pressed together...

"So good! Senior's kiss smells so good! So soft!"

After that, he proactively put his tongue into my mouth and swirled it around. This virgin's kiss was so clumsy, yet so cute...

His hands, through my clothes, slowly moved upwards from my waist, resting on my breasts. He slowly and gently began to make circles with his hands until they completely grasped my full breasts...

I restrained myself from moaning, enjoying his caresses.

"Can I look at your breasts?" Before I could even answer, he proactively started pulling on the shoulder straps of my dress.

"No way!" I said, but my hands didn't stop him.

His hands froze on my shoulders, motionless.

"Please! Senior! Just your breasts, I'll be satisfied if I can see them!"

I cursed inwardly: You stupid virgin! Can't you understand what I really mean? Ugh! So idiotic!

To accommodate this stupid virgin, I was forced to semi-automatically remove my bra straps, my full, round breasts slowly revealed in the darkness, a faint scent of milk filling the air.

He left the sofa and eagerly knelt before my chest. I felt him intently admiring my breasts; his actions made me feel so shy and excited!

After a while, he said something that made me both angry and amused: "It's too dark, I can't see."

I cursed inwardly: What the hell… you can't see but you've been looking for so long, so stupid! So stupid! How stupid!

But precisely because he *couldn't see*, my shyness lessened considerably.

His hands trembled as he slowly explored my breasts with his palms; I could feel his heartbeat, his tension.

When his hands found my nipples, he began to gently rub them, which felt wonderful.

After a while, the pressure of his caresses gradually increased, intensifying my desire. My nipples, due to his touch, began to secrete delicious milk.

He pleaded again, "Senior, I want to drink your milk," as he spoke, his hands continuing to tease and ravage my breasts.

I responded comfortably, "Didn't you just say you only wanted to look?"

He retorted, "No way! I clearly said *kiss and touch* from the beginning!"

How annoying! As he spoke, his hands stopped...

Consumed by lust and anger, I snapped, "If that's the case, why did you ask me again? You were clearly lying! I hate it when people lie to me! If you keep this up, I'm not talking to you anymore!"

He hurriedly hugged me, pleading, "Okay! Okay! It's all my fault! My dear sister, I'm sorry! I won't lie to you again, don't be angry! Getting angry makes you ugly!"

Before he could finish his tirade of comforting words, I took his hands and kissed the backs of them (I wanted to kiss his forehead, but it was too dark to see, and I was afraid of making a mistake). I believe he felt it too, for his hands tightly embraced my waist, and we kissed passionately...

Then I noticed that he never dared to kiss my breasts with his mouth; he used a slightly cheeky method to *reach* them.

He first rubbed his cheek against my breasts, then, almost imperceptibly, his lips *sneaked away*. This felt both cute and comforting, and it deepened my sense of intimacy with him.

Amidst the constant passion and the sensation of our bodies rubbing against each other, I was almost lost in ecstasy…

I abandoned all restraint and said, “Junior…quick…senior…senior’s…nipples…are for you to kiss…my breasts…are all for you.” After saying these words, the shame in my heart and the stimulation from my body combined to create a powerful, indescribable, super-pleasure.

A married woman in her own home, actively seducing a man, offering her ample breasts for a stranger to lick—and that man was a junior seven years her junior. Can you imagine how lewd and stimulating that scene was? …

He excitedly exclaimed, “Thank you, senior! Thank you, sister! I love you so much!” As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly shoved his mouth onto my breasts, sucking on my nipples greedily, licking them alternately and incessantly, as if afraid I would change my mind…

“Sister’s nipples are so perky! The milk smells so good, so sweet!” Under his frenzied sucking and licking, my sensations were too intense. The feeling of my vagina contracting was almost unbearable, and I let out wave after wave of moans.

I never expected to make such lewd and passionate sounds tonight. This was a feeling I had never had with my husband. Perhaps this was what people called… the pleasure of cheating!

With the fierce onslaught of my junior’s mouth, the lustful fluid from my lower body had already soaked my panties and then flowed down, leaving a large puddle on the sofa.

"...Ah!...Ah!...So good! Junior...You're sucking so well!...Senior is so happy!"

Perhaps my passionate moans stimulated him, turning into cheers for him! He began to actively caress my calf with one hand, while the other reached behind me, gently kneading my buttocks. Seeing that I didn't stop him, his hand slowly began to rise inside my skirt. Just as he touched my thigh, I grabbed his hand and said softly, "No, I'm afraid I can't take it."

"Your skin is so smooth! I'm so happy!" After saying that, he pulled his hand away from mine. I didn't have the strength to stop him, letting his hand slide deeper into me.

When his hand reached the root of my thigh, my lustful black angel and rational white angel began to quarrel...No...No!...What...do?...What...do? It's here...it's here...his...fingers...it's here, I...I feel it...his hand is so strong, my pussy is so tight, so much juice is flowing out...

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