A romantic encounter requires both fate and courage.

I own a textile machinery manufacturing plant. Besides work, I don't have any other bad habits, except for a couple of drinks. With improved living standards and a lack of exercise due to being busy with business, I've started to gain weight before I even turned 40. I'm not bragging, but in my youth, I was 1.85 meters tall with a very masculine appearance; several female classmates in high school looked at me differently. However, my current physical condition is not what it used to be. Therefore, I decided to go hiking every morning,

and I've been doing it for over six months now. Although my waistline hasn't decreased significantly, my overall health feels much better than before I started hiking. The mountain I climb is within a martyrs' cemetery. At the summit is a martyrs' memorial tower, estimated to be over 20 meters tall. The south side of the tower has an inscription written by Zhu De. Around the tower is a walkway about 5 meters wide, with a 1-meter-high railing on the outer side. There are entrances and exits on all four sides. Hikers usually do various exercises on this walkway or along the railing after reaching the summit.

Outside the railing in the southeast corner, there's an unnamed tree with a branch that grows horizontally, almost as tall as the railing, about half a meter away. When you sit on the railing, your feet hook onto this branch, making it perfect for doing sit-ups. So, many people line up in the mornings to do sit-ups there. When there's a free moment, I'll do a few myself.

I don't go hiking every day; when I'm not traveling for work, I usually go 4-5 times a week. In the six months or so I've been hiking, I've met many men and women who also hike. Among the many women, a young woman gradually caught my attention. She had a natural beauty, very sexy lips, was in her thirties, with fair and delicate skin, and was about 1.63-1.66 meters tall. She maintained her figure very well, not at all like someone who had given birth (I later learned she was forty and her son was already in middle school). She wasn't too thin or too plump—the kind of woman I like. Judging from her temperament, clothing, and conversation, she didn't seem to come from an ordinary family. She was dressed very elegantly in designer sportswear, both stylish and energetic.

She wasn't very talkative and rarely joked, but after a while, we could still chat for a bit. Everyone called her Xia (probably because there were many older people in the hiking group, so everyone was used to calling her that). During our casual conversation, I learned that her husband was the chairman of a well-known local shipping company.

I had met her husband a few times (during meetings), but I didn't tell them that I knew him. The day the story happened was a Saturday. Because I had a social engagement the previous weekend and slept late, I naturally woke up late the next day. When I reached the summit, it was almost nine o'clock, and the path was mostly deserted. Around a bend in the path, I saw a woman doing sit-ups in a tree. I went closer and saw it was Xia.

"Hello, Xia! Why are you so late today?" I greeted her.

"Oh! Hello, my son is going to his grandmother's house today, and I'm getting some things ready for him, that's why I'm late," she replied, panting as she worked.

The first time I saw her in this outfit, she was wearing blue, tight-fitting mid-length athletic pants (some people used to call them bullet pants) and a loose-fitting yellow short-sleeved sweatshirt. She was wearing shoes from a very famous American outdoor gear brand—I forget the exact name, but I'd bought a pair at their Shanghai store before; they were very expensive. She looked stunning in it.

I started doing leg stretches on the railing next to her, saying, "You look so pretty today, like a little girl?"

She didn't answer, probably because I was doing sit-ups.

Since she looked so beautiful, I glanced at her a few more times, and suddenly noticed that as she did sit-ups, the tight pants revealed the very full outline of her pubic area.

"Oh," I couldn't help but exclaim.

Although I've traveled extensively and seen many women over the years, including some with fuller genitals—generally, fuller genitals are more common in curvier or younger women—it's astonishing that someone her age, who isn't particularly curvier, has such a full vulva. It's truly amazing! I swear to God, I've never seen such a full vulva among all the women I've met. It's not just ordinary fullness; because of the thinness of her tight pants, her labia majora were rounded and shapely, quite full, with a voluptuous appearance. Her breasts were separated by a small stream, and even the outline of her clitoris was clearly visible.

Seeing such beauty, my body reacted with a speed rarely seen in the past five years. My penis was filled with awe. Looking around, I saw no one, and approached her to further admire her unprecedentedly large, round vulva. Hey! It was better not to look closely; once I got closer, my eyes were glued to it.

"Why are you dressed so sexily today?" I started to strike up a conversation.

I moved closer to her, almost within reach, but received no response.

Completely unable to resist, I suddenly reached out and touched her mound of Venus, which resembled a steamed bun. I felt her body shudder as if electrocuted, and she immediately stopped her sit-ups, rolling over onto the floor.

She was quite surprised that my usually well-behaved actions would be so unexpected, and her face flushed red.

Realizing there was no one else around, she felt in danger and wanted to leave immediately.

I quickly and directly embraced her (how audacious!). She was momentarily stunned and frantically tried to break free.

But my arms were like iron hoops, holding her tightly; how could she escape so easily? As I held her, I immediately tried to kiss her. She immediately turned her head to the side, but I didn't care. Unable to kiss her lips, I kissed her ears, neck, and shoulders—whatever I touched, I kissed, biting and nibbling like a mad dog. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my penis pressed against her lower abdomen—it was incredibly stimulating.

"Stop bothering me... Let me go... No..." she struggled fiercely.

At this moment, I truly experienced the power of lust. Her cries were like an aphrodisiac, further stimulating my senses. Her resistance only accelerated my double assault, using both mouth and hands simultaneously.

My frenzied attack only provoked her even more frenzied resistance.

"Let me go... No... No... Ah... Help me..." she cried, continuing to struggle.

There wasn't a soul in sight, so I wasn't afraid of her cries.

"No... No... Let me go... Waaah..." she cried, continuing to resist.

No matter how much she resisted, she was still a woman. How could she possibly escape the embrace of a 1.80-foot-tall man like me? No matter how she resisted, it was all in vain.

As time went on, I felt her resistance gradually weaken through my storm of attacks. A weak woman was ultimately no match for a man burning with lust.

I pressed my lower body against hers, cupped her head in my hands, and kissed her lips, but she wouldn't open them, making progress difficult. I switched hands to hold her head and continued kissing, freeing one hand to move downwards, trying to slip inside her loose-fitting pants. Sensing my approach, she immediately switched her hands from pushing me away to grabbing my genitals, attempting to stop my advance. I was certainly capable of penetrating her pants, but I still had some sense; tearing her pants would have serious consequences. Unable to penetrate her immediately, I touched her breasts from the outside to temporarily satisfy my craving, while rubbing my hard penis against her lower abdomen.

"Please... let me go... oh... no... oh... please..." Her pleas and moans mingled.

I gave up on kissing her lips and lowered my head to kiss her breasts. Even through her clothes and bra, I noticed she was trembling, knowing her breasts were particularly sensitive. I continued to nibble, sniff, and kiss her breasts like a pig's udder.

She realized she couldn't hold on any longer and immediately freed one hand to stop me from violating her breasts.

But she made a rather "fatal" mistake. While this did somewhat hinder my violation of her breasts from above, the resistance from below weakened instantly. I took advantage of this and slipped inside her pants, then slid down to her most prized possession, finally touching her breasts, which I was risking jail time for. The moment I touched them, I trembled; I was so excited.

This treasure is truly extraordinary, so incredibly full and plump. Gently caressing it in my palm, I noticed her pubic hair was sparse, making it feel fleshy and soft. It was truly the first time I'd ever experienced such a wonderful vulva. Such a treasure is rare and precious; now that I've found it, I'm going to take it at all costs.

My palm caressed her round, mound-like treasure, while my three fingers were busy too. My index and ring fingers pressed against her labia majora, while my middle finger nestled in her already incredibly wet and warm vulva. As my middle finger gently slid upwards, touching her clitoris like a soybean, she trembled even more violently.

"Oh…no…oh…"

I thought, "Damn, this slut is quite sexy." Why am I having such good luck with women today? Is it because I donated to someone who needed a kidney transplant a few days ago, and God is rewarding me for my kindness… Strange! Her labia majora were much fuller than normal and almost hairless, very smooth. My middle finger kept digging and teasing the clitoris, each stroke sending shivers through her. The clitoris was incredibly wet.

"Oh...oh...no...oh...let...me...go...oh...oh...no...please...ah..."

She kept kicking my legs, her hands weakly gripping mine. Feeling powerless to stop it, she gradually gave up resisting, tears streaming down her face, a pang of pity rising within me.

"I'm sorry, Xia, I'm totally captivated by you."

I licked away the stinging tears with my tongue, then pressed it against her lips. Wow! This time she barely resisted. My tongue entered her mouth smoothly, like a dragon entering the sea, swirling and intertwining with hers.

Feeling one step closer to success, my confidence grew, and I increased the frequency of my stimulation. Her trembling intensified, shaking uncontrollably, and the secretions she produced (I swear on my honor) were an absolute flood, slippery, wet, and hot.

"Ugh...ugh...oh...ugh...oh..." she groaned softly with each tremor.

Now it was time for my little brother to make his appearance. I immediately pulled down my sweatpants and underwear, and my now rock-hard penis sprang forth without a sound, proudly paying homage to her little sister.

"Oh...so good..." I groaned, a mixture of exclamation and a sigh. I couldn't believe men could moan during sex, damn it!

I wanted to pull her pants down a little more so my little brother could meet my little sister, but I encountered resistance again. She held onto her waistband tightly with both hands and refused to let go. Although I had pulled down her pants to the point where her pubic hair was beginning to show, I couldn't get it to the desired position. I didn't dare to push any further, afraid of tearing her pants. I could only hook my thumb around her waistband and use my middle finger to continue to flick, poke, dig, rub, and chase her clitoris, vagina, and labia minora.

"Oh...oh..." I heard her let out a muffled, natural moan.

I felt hopeful and increased the frequency of my tongue rolling and digging.

"Oh...oh...oh...no...oh...ah..." Her body trembled violently in waves, and her moans gradually grew louder.

I slid my fingers into her vagina and explored around, beginning to feel her thigh muscles gradually stiffening.

"Ah...ah...no...ah...ah...no...no...ah..." She moaned even more lewdly, "No...ah...no...ah...ah...no...ah..." Her thighs clenched, her buttocks began to tremble rhythmically, and I could feel her vagina contracting powerfully.

"Oh...ah...ah...no...ah..."

Her whole body stiffened. "Oh...ah..." With a pig-like scream, her vagina secreted a huge amount of hot, lewd fluid.

My already uncontrollable penis, hearing her high-decibel lewd moans, contracted at the perineum, and a stream of hot fluid gushed out from the head of my penis, shooting all of my semen onto her lower abdomen, slowly flowing down to her vulva, and even staining her waistband.

Then I slowly released her body and noticed that her hands were covering her eyes, and she seemed to be crying again. Seeing this, I felt very guilty and somewhat at a loss.

There was no other way now. Forgetting about cleaning his own penis, he quickly pulled up his pants and pulled out some tissues to clean her up. First, he wiped the semen from her lower abdomen, then worked his way down, cleaning the semen from her waistband. Then he gently wiped the semen from her pubic hair with the soft tissue.

"It's my fault... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Don't cry... You're so beautiful and sexy, I'm so sorry! If you didn't have a husband, I would definitely marry you," he apologized and coaxed her as he cleaned her up.

She stood there expressionless, like a wooden statue. After cleaning up the semen, I also cleaned up her vaginal fluids. With a gentle nudge, she cooperated and slightly parted her legs, revealing the treasure that drove me crazy. As I cleaned, I carefully examined it. This treasure was indeed different from most women's. I had never seen such a full vulva before. Against her white skin, soft, sparse black pubic hair lay on her mound. Looking down, her clitoris, about the size of a soybean, was half-exposed. Her extremely full labia majora were almost hairless, while her labia minora were slightly purplish and congested. Due to the recent orgasm, her labia majora and minora were slightly parted, and her pinkish vaginal opening was still dripping with beige vaginal fluid.

She was probably not fully conscious after being raped, and she didn't react no matter how I cleaned her. When I accidentally touched her clitoris, she jumped up. She was already very sensitive, and now that she had just had an orgasm, she was definitely even more sensitive.

"I'm sorry...it was my fault...I'm sorry."

As the cleaning continued, coupled with the visual stimulation, I felt my little brother, which hadn't been cleaned yet, gradually reviving inside my pants. To let him truly savor the deliciousness, I slowed down my cleaning pace, intentionally or unintentionally touching her clitoris and vaginal opening with my fingers, trying to arouse her desire again and enjoy a passionate encounter.

After this provocative "cleaning," I noticed glistening vaginal fluid seeping out as her vagina opened and closed. This woman is indeed quite horny; with a little trick, she immediately reacted again. So appealing! I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be if she were my wife! Thinking of this, my little brother became even more restless. Strange! I couldn't believe that my little brother, who had just ejaculated, would react so quickly in such a short time. It seems that my little brother's reaction was different from usual when he met a beautiful little sister.

As my little brother rapidly swelled and grew, I swore to God that I had never touched a woman's genitals before today, including my wife's. At this moment, it was very natural and swift, like a sharp sword, thrusting straight into her "golden dragon." "Ah...no...oh...oh..."

I held her buttocks with both hands, my tongue moving quickly from bottom to top, sometimes penetrating her vagina.

"No...no...oh...ah..." The moans rang out again like a pig being slaughtered.

This slut's moans were definitely different from ordinary people. Most women, even if they moaned, would still be able to restrain themselves when doing this for the first time with a man they knew. But she was like this. Although she didn't want to do this with me, she couldn't control her sexy body. She was a complete "slut," only restricted by her family environment or other factors.

"Oh...no...oh...oh...no...ah oh..." she moaned, trying to push my head away.

As my tongue danced, the moans intensified, and her body began to tremble like a leaf.

"Ah...ah...ah..." she screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Her hands, which had been trying to push me away, were now covering her head as if afraid I would run away. Her body moved rapidly in sync with the in-and-out motion of my tongue, and her vulva arched as if trying to swallow my entire tongue.

I knew it was time for my little brother to truly enjoy himself, so I immediately pulled down my pants, sat on the ground, and lifted her onto my lap, letting her lie on my lap so that I could see her treasure clearly.

"No...no...no...don't..." She knew what I was going to do, her mouth uttering these words, her body already completely at my mercy.

My little brother finally kissed her little sister, but I didn't want to enter immediately. I wanted to enjoy it outside first, sliding my hard little brother between her clitoris and vaginal opening. Her vagina opened and closed, and she couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh ah..." she cried out, pressing her body against my little brother, wanting him to enter immediately.

I saw that the time was right, and my little brother slowly entered her body. She immediately grabbed my arms, moving them back and forth to match the in-and-out movement of my little brother.

"Ah...ah oh...ah..." she let out a wolf-like howl. She

had completely lost the restraint of her first time. Maybe she had already experienced this once and didn't care about doing it again, or maybe she hadn't truly tasted the little brother's flavor and one orgasm wasn't enough.

She had been lying down, but perhaps because her lower body had been exposed to something new, her upper body felt a little empty, so she sat up, sitting on my little brother, her hands around my neck, her body moving up and down actively in sync.

Our tongues intertwined, her whole body sometimes writhing like a water snake, sometimes moving up and down.

"Ah... move... oh... move... move..." She was completely in a frenzied state of lovemaking, her wanton nature instantly exposed.

This woman was really fucking horny. I've seen people screaming wildly during lovemaking, but I've never seen anyone scream so wildly and loudly.

"Is it good?" I asked.

"I... don't know... oh... oh... so good... so good... oh... so good... move... oh..." She shouted loudly, her vaginal fluids gushing out continuously, making my pubic hair look like it had just come out of the bath.

"Slap... slap..." The sound of flesh hitting flesh made intermittent noises.

Under her frenzied influence, I also entered my best state, and with all my might, I gradually stood up, hugged her, and shook her desperately. My little brother moved in and out of her vagina as easily as a fish in water.

"Ah..." I never knew sex could be so crazy, so pleasurable, so immersive, so wonderful. The pleasure I felt was indescribable.

After about five or six minutes, I noticed her thigh muscles stiffening and her vagina rhythmically contracting. Knowing her orgasm was imminent, I increased the intensity of my thrusts.

"Oh... Ah...!!!" With a howl, I suddenly stopped moving, my whole body spasming. My buttocks sank, and her vagina contracted rapidly. A surge of heat seemed to erupt from her core, scalding my glans.

"Ah... So good!" I let out a moan for the first time in my life. It was so wonderful.

"Ah... Move... Move... Move... Oh... Move faster..." My voice changed, almost like a cry, and another orgasm came.

My penis, infected by her, dared not slack off and continued to thrust vigorously. After only a few thrusts, I felt her vagina contract again.

With a gasp of "Ah...", my third orgasm of the day was about to arrive.

A series of lewd moans followed, sounding almost terrifying. I didn't dare slow down and increased the intensity of my thrusts. I dazedly asked, "Is it good?... Is it good?"

"It feels so good... Oh... It feels so good... Hurry up... Hurry... I'm coming again... Hurry... Hurry up... Oh..."

The moans further fueled my latent power, and I launched a final, frenzied thrust. Sweat and vaginal fluids mingled together, and our moans blended into one.

"I'm going to cum... Are you coming?" I asked. "Hurry up... Oh... Coming... Hurry up... Hurry up... Ah..." With each moan, her body convulsed as she came again.

With my last ounce of strength, I ejaculated completely into her vagina. The spasms were even more intense than before. I had never seen such an orgasm; I was both excited and worried about her health. I slowly sat down and laid her on my lap, letting her lie down. Her vaginal fluids, like rice porridge, mixed with my semen, continued to gush out. She was still convulsing, and the spasms lasted longer than before. I sensed that she was becoming somewhat unconscious, completely immersed in the pleasure of the orgasm…

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