Love fades with the wind

(Yi

is my ex-girlfriend, and the relationship I can't let go of the most. We were high school classmates, but we didn't get along in school, so we basically had no contact. However, time changes everything.

The story begins on December 31, 2009.

In 2009, I was still in university, studying alone in China's economic center, and the financial pressure was unimaginable. At that time, I was unambitious and wasted my time playing games. My good friend couldn't bear to see me like this, so he helped me find a part-time job so I could experience the hardships of life. He told me that I could earn 120 yuan a day by working part-time for three days during the New Year's holiday. For me, who only had 600 yuan a month for living expenses, this was naturally a huge sum of money. So I agreed.)

On the evening of the 31st, after playing games all day, I had nothing to do, so I chatted with a classmate from high school in our QQ group. It was quite late, and only me and another guy were there; we were pretty close, and we chatted casually.

Around 11:45, Y came in and said, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep?"

Although we didn't get along in high school, it had been three or four years, and I'm not petty. So I replied, "You're not asleep either." She said, "I just got back from drinking, I drank too much, and I can't sleep."

I thought to myself, "Just got back from drinking so late, society really is a big melting pot." So I said, "Going drinking so late at night, won't your husband scold you?" She said, "Husband? What husband?" I repeated a year of high school and went to a four-year university, while Y went to a vocational college. So, Y had already been working for a year, and I assumed she was married.

Therefore, I asked in surprise, "Not married yet?" She sent an angry emoji, "Don't even have a boyfriend!" I chuckled.

At this moment, another male classmate said, "You two should chat privately, not in the group chat. I'm playing a game, I'll remind you every now and then." I sent a knocking emoji and said to Y, "Okay, I'm disturbing the peace, let's chat privately."

So we chatted privately. She told me she works at a public institution, and today was her company's annual party. Everyone drank a lot and had a great time, but drinking too much was really uncomfortable. I told her not to drink so much in the future, especially since she's a young woman. What if something unexpected happens? She said it's okay, her boss is a relative, so there won't be any problems.

Since I usually get drunk easily, I have some experience. So I told her to drink more water, go to the bathroom more often, eat something cold if needed, and get some rest. She said, "I didn't realize you were so caring." I joked with her, "What, are you falling for me?"...

We chatted until almost 1 a.m., and we exchanged phone numbers. I told her, "Go to sleep, you've been drinking, you'll have a headache tomorrow if you sleep late. I'll wish you a Happy New Year tomorrow morning." She pouted and said, "I don't believe you can get up."

Because I have a part-time job tomorrow and have to get up at 7 a.m., I confidently told her, "7:30, I'll be there." "I'll wish you a Happy New Year." She smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you." Then we said goodbye and logged off. After

all this talk, I haven't even described Y's appearance: she's the petite type, about 1.63 meters tall, with a decent figure, on the fuller side. My impression of her in high school was only two things: she looked a lot like Cecilia Cheung, and her breasts were really big. At the time, I didn't know what bra size or bust measurement meant, but my only feeling was: not small!

The next morning, I got up at 7:00 sharp, got dressed, went to the bus stop, and checked the time—around 7:25.

So I dialed Y's number. She was a little surprised to hear from me: "You really got up so early?"

"Yeah, I told you I'd wish you a Happy New Year~" I replied with a smile.

She asked with some doubt, "Just to wish me a Happy New Year, you got up so early?"

I didn't want to lie to her, so I said, "Hehe, I didn't get up so early just to wish you a Happy New Year. I'm going to work a part-time job today, so I had to get up early. But wishing you a Happy New Year is also my intention, just killing two birds with one stone, hehe."

"You dare hit me?!" she said with a huff.

Because her nickname in high school was Rabbit, I had completely forgotten about it. I touched my nose and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot."

She smiled and said, "Hmm, it seems you're still the same as before."

"The same in what way?" I asked.

"The same silly!" She giggled after saying that.

"That's because we're classmates, and I don't want the atmosphere of society to taint our innocence. If you say that, don't blame me for being ruthless!" I said jokingly.

"Tch, 'brother'? More like 'little brother'," she replied dismissively. "Alright, I won't keep you from work. I'm still in bed. I'll text you when I get up."

"Okay, lie there a little longer. You drank too much yesterday, your head must be hurting today. Drink some water to sober up. Bye!" I hung up

, took the bus, and arrived at my part-time job.

Actually, part-time jobs in SH are very easy; you basically don't have to do anything. My job today was as an intern sales assistant at Siemens Appliances. Basically, when the store's sales staff were too busy, I would chat with customers to keep them from leaving, and then hand them over when the sales staff were done. It was a very easy job, and since my store was quite important, they had a lot of sales staff.

So I just wandered around aimlessly, feeling quite bored. 10 AM Around that time, my phone rang. I checked and saw a text from Y, telling me she was already up and watching TV.

I replied that my job was incredibly boring, just standing guard for eight hours a day, it was unbearable. She said, "Such a good job, earning 120 yuan for eight hours of standing, I'd do it every day if I had it." (She didn't live in Shanghai, but in an industrial city in the north, where the salary wasn't high.)

I said, "That still won't work, it's too boring. It would be better if I could read a book or play games." She said, "It's okay, I'm free for the next three days, I'll chat with you." ...We chatted like that, and the time did pass less.

But when I got home that night, I found a text from 10086 (China Mobile's customer service number). A message popped up reminding me that I'd exceeded my monthly text message limit.

I was shocked: ever since I got this card, it's given me 160 text messages every month, and I've never used them all. Since I don't have a girlfriend, and all my close friends are in the same dorm, I usually only send about 30 texts a month. But today is only the 1st, and I've already exceeded the limit! I couldn't help but sigh.

The next day at work, to avoid being bored, I sent her a text: "Are you up yet, Rabbit?" About 10 minutes passed without a reply, and I assumed she hadn't gotten up yet. So I started fidgeting again.

Half an hour later, a text came: "I'm up already. I drove to TJ with my colleagues." "Let's play." I shook my head with a laugh and joked, "You liar! You said yesterday you were free for the next three days and would chat with me, but you've already abandoned me today."

She immediately replied with a text message, "No, I'm not. I can still text you." I said, "It's nothing, just teasing you. Did you go out with someone you admire or someone who admires you? Then I won't bother you anymore."

She replied, "You're so funny. I brought a female colleague from the office here to shop. It's to escape my family's arranged blind dates. There aren't any of those people you're talking about."

I thought for a moment and then joked again, "Then you should tell your family I'm taking you in!"

She said, "Forget it, what if your girlfriend comes after me from Shanghai? I can't beat her."

I replied with a wry smile, "I don't have a girlfriend, I'm a bachelor. If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn't have time to chat with you, I would have exploded by now."

She said, "Yeah, that's true, but I still don't believe it. You're at work, she's definitely not here, and it's hard to say tonight."

I said, "Okay, I'll call you back from the landline when I get home

tonight, then you'll know." After work that evening, I ate something quick and went home. I share an apartment with classmates, there are six people in total, two girls and four boys. I share a room with one boy, and the other four are two couples.

"I'm home now, should I call you?" I sent her a text message.

She replied, "I'm eating, give me your phone number, I'll call you in a bit." So I sent her the number and then turned on my computer to start playing WoW. I was really into it when the phone rang. I was in my room with headphones on, so I didn't hear it.

One of my female classmates, XQ, answered the phone, then came to our door, knocked, and said, "Brother Bing, it's your phone."

I quickly apologized to my teammates on YY (a voice chat platform) and then went outside to answer the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hmph, you liar, I caught you!" Y's voice came from the other end of the line.

I paused for a moment and said, "Caught you? Caught what?"

"Ha, you're still pretending," her voice rose, "You said you didn't have a girlfriend during the day, and I heard it as soon as I called!"

I laughed out loud, "Come on, that's my classmate, she has a boyfriend, don't make wild guesses."

At this moment, XQ's boyfriend, Tian Xiong, came out of the room. He half-guessed and half-heard what we were talking about and said loudly from the side, "Brother Bing, what's wrong? Did your wife misunderstand?"

I quickly told him, "Don't talk nonsense, she's my classmate!"

"Hmph, keep acting, just keep acting!" Y said half-coquettishly and half-seriously on the other end of the line.

"This... I'm in deep trouble, it never happened, how did it become like this?" I said. "Tell me, you've misunderstood my reputation, what can I do to make you believe me?"

Y thought for a moment and said, "Call that girl over here."

I turned to Tian Xiong and said, "Can I borrow your QQ?"

He said, "What are you going to do?"

I said, "Let her answer the phone and explain."

"Okay, QQ, come out for a second."

He called out, and QQ came out, saying as he walked, "Hey, Brother Bing, your wife misunderstood?"

I said, "Don't misunderstand, she's my classmate..."

Before I could finish, the phone rang: "You said this morning you were going to take me in, and now you're denying it."

I quickly reassured Y, "Don't worry, don't worry, my classmate is out, let her talk to you."

"Hmph," Y said irritably, "That's too embarrassing, no need..."

I breathed a sigh of relief, but before I could speak, Y continued, "Call me 'darling' in front of them!"

"Huh?" I was shocked. "Rabbit, this joke is too much!"

"What, you don't want to?" I could tell Y's voice was feigned anger, so I had no choice but to continue the farce: "Darling, do you believe me now?" "

Hehe," Y laughed, saying, "You're taking advantage of me?"

Tian Xiong looked at me in surprise, gave a lewd smile, and went back to the room with XQ. I was confused and annoyed by Y's antics, so I ignored him.

After finishing the call with Y, it was almost 11 o'clock. Since I had to go to work the next day, and there was only one day left, I needed to make the most of my rest. On the morning of the 3rd, I still got up at 7 o'clock sharp. When I arrived at work, before I even had time to change into my work clothes, Y texted me: "Honey, are you up yet? You're going to be late for work!"

I gave a wry smile. After yesterday's inexplicable farce, Y and I reached an agreement. The gist was: I don't have a girlfriend right now, and she doesn't have a boyfriend, so we'll pretend to be a couple. We'll live in different cities, so there's no need to worry about anything else. Once one of us has a real boyfriend or girlfriend, we'll end things peacefully… That's why she's now very into the role, sending me messages like this:

"Lazybones, I've already started work. You just woke up. By the time you wake me up, it'll be too late," I replied.

"I'm a girl, you know. If I don't get enough sleep, I won't be pretty, and my husband won't want me anymore."

…

We kept chatting like this, and our relationship was growing rapidly!

Before I knew it, it was almost Chinese New Year, and I went home for the holidays. After telling my family about it, they didn't have any objections, just reminded me to be careful with my actions—you can figure out the meaning behind that yourself. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I called Y to wish her a happy new year. During the call, Y actually suggested that I visit her during the holiday, like a trip. However, her exact words were: "Come visit me here, and let me see what you look like now, so I don't end up with an ugly man. It would be such a waste for me, a beautiful woman, to be with you." So I booked a train ticket for the fifth day of the Lunar New Year and came to her city.

Because it was winter, I was wearing a thick down jacket, arriving in a city further north than my hometown. As I walked out of the station, I saw Y standing in the wind, smiling at me. She was wearing a black trench coat, carrying a handbag, looking like a professional white-collar worker.

I quickly went over and gave her a hug. I could feel her body trembling slightly; I think it was because she was excited. She was a little embarrassed, hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Ugh, there are so many people."

I let go of her, took her hand; her hand was cold. I said, "What are you afraid of? I'm not hugging someone else's girlfriend!"

She laughed and said, "We still met!"

I said, "Of course, what couple doesn't meet?"

She pulled me forward and said, "Come on, let me take you to where you live. My dorm is too small, and it's inside my workplace, so it's not very convenient. I could only rent you a room." I smiled and didn't say anything.

She thought I was unhappy and quickly said, "It's not that I meant anything else, it's just that it's inconvenient for you to live here."

I turned to look at her and joked, "I wasn't thinking much about it, but you reminded me, so I started to overthink it."

She looked up at me, saw my smiling face, and knew I was joking, so she said coquettishly, "You're so annoying!"

After a bumpy 40-minute bus ride, we arrived at the room she had rented for me. It was a guesthouse, actually just a family's courtyard with three houses, each three stories high, each floor having three rooms and a bathroom. Pushing open the door, I found it quite nice, like a suite. The outer room was smaller, like a living room, with a small shower room. The inner room was large, fully equipped with a bed, wardrobe, TV, water dispenser, and

other appliances. Looking around, I realized she must have rented the place yesterday, because all the amenities were brand new, and not the cheap stuff you get in a guesthouse. Shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrush, cups, kettle, etc., were all neatly arranged in their proper places. The cups and pillows on the bed were clearly hers, with Arale patterns printed on them.

I put down my backpack, opened my coat, and hugged her, resting my chin on her head, saying, "So thoughtful, I don't know what to say. It's so cold, why didn't you wear more? Look how cold your hands are!"

She leaned against me and whispered, "It's heated inside, it's only cold outside, so we all dress like this."

I tilted my head back a little and looked at her, saying, "You should still wear a coat, otherwise you'll catch a cold from the temperature difference."

She avoided my gaze and said, "Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll think I'm fat?"

I laughed, rubbing my hands around her waist, and said, "Come on, let me see, where am I fat?"

She twisted her waist and pushed me away, saying, "It tickles, stop it. Hurry up and pack your luggage, take out the things you use often, and put away the things you don't use often."

I smiled awkwardly. Although I was studying at a university alone in another city, I still didn't understand the opposite sex very well, or maybe I just had the desire but not the courage. I longed for it, but didn't dare to hope for it.

I opened my backpack, took out my change of clothes, put them in the closet, and took out my razor and phone charger, placing them on the small cabinet next to the bed. Then I zipped up my backpack and casually put it on the sofa in the living room.

Y leaned against the bedroom door, watching me pack, a smile on her face. After putting my backpack down, I turned around, smiled at her, went into the bedroom, took out my phone and placed it on the bedside table. I picked up a razor, intending to put it in the drawer, but as I reached for the handle, I heard Y softly say, "No." But it was too late; I had already opened the drawer.

I turned back, surprised, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Her face, already flushed from the heat, turned even redder. "N-nothing… nothing," she stammered.

I turned back, intending to put the razor in the drawer and ask more questions, but when I turned around, I froze.

In the very center of the drawer, neatly arranged, were three condoms. I suddenly understood. Our previous agreement had long since become invalid with the passage of time, replaced by real love.

I stood up and walked to Y, but she kept her head down, not daring to look at me. After a long while, she said in a very soft voice, "Just in case."

I smiled and asked, "Just in case what?" She looked up, her face flushed, and didn't speak. I stared into her eyes for a long time.

Her eyes were big, dark, and bright. With a shy smile, her eyes curved slightly, like the moon, very beautiful. I was a little intoxicated by her gaze. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my embrace. I suddenly lowered my head and kissed her lips.

I thought she would dodge or refuse. But when I touched those cherry lips, she tensed up, letting me kiss her.

I easily pried open her teeth and slipped my tongue into her mouth, exploring for the softness I wanted. Slowly, her body relaxed, softly leaning against my chest. As I held her and kissed her incessantly, she went from passively accepting to gently responding.

After a long while, I bent down, picked her up, and carried her to the bedside. She sat on my lap, and I put my left arm around her soft shoulder, while my right hand slipped under her waist, caressing her smooth skin. My lips, however, never stopped, repeatedly sucking on her sweet saliva. Her body trembled slightly from my caresses.

Parting our lips, I looked down at her, but she shyly buried her face in my chest. Seeing her bashful appearance, I couldn't resist kissing her lips again. My right hand slowly moved to her waist, gently unbuttoning her clothes, pulling down the zipper, and slipping my hand inside her panties, caressing her pubic hair.

Her body trembled violently, then she opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Honey, can you close the curtains? It's too bright now."

I gently placed her on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, then went to the bedside and drew the thick curtains, plunging the room into darkness. I returned to the bedside, pulled back the blanket, and lay down beside her. I put my arm around her shoulder and slowly pulled down her pants with one hand. She was shy and flustered, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me first.

Perhaps because of nervousness, she very proactively slipped her tongue into my mouth, entwining it with mine. I pulled up her sweater and took it off, leaving her only in her underwear.

Parting our lips, I looked at her and chuckled, asking, "Wife, is this just in case?"

She replied shyly, "You're so annoying, you stripped me naked as soon as we entered the room."

I feigned confusion, "Stripped naked? No, you're still wearing your underwear, aren't you? Oh, this is a hint, right? Here I come." Saying this, I unhooked her underwear.

As soon as I opened the back clasp, her breasts trembled and swayed. Removing the underwear and placing my hand on her chest, I was truly astonished; I couldn't even fully grasp one of her breasts with one hand. Excited, I kept kneading her breasts, softly marveling, "So big!"

She seemed very confident in her chest, wrapping her arms around my neck, removing my hands, and pressing her enormous breasts against my chest. Even through her t-shirt, I could still feel their softness. She brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Honey, do you like it?"

I put my arm around her shoulders, cupped her buttocks with one hand, and gently squeezed them, saying, "I love it, I love it so much."

She tilted her head back, looked at me, and said, "Really?"

I looked into her eyes and said earnestly, "Really, I love it so much, I'm not lying!"

Then I kissed her lips, my right hand moving between her legs, gently caressing them. She responded passionately, as if my affirmation had suddenly aroused her.

Although I didn't have much experience, years of being single and exposed to adult films had taught me a thing or two. I slowly slid my right hand between her legs, and just as I was about to go deeper, she suddenly reached out and stopped me, pleading in a pitiful voice, "Honey, no... not here."

I was surprised, wondering if this was a normal refusal or a coy excuse. She softly said, "Honey, I'm sensitive, I can't handle it if you do this."

Hearing this, although I didn't know what "sensitive" meant, I knew she genuinely didn't want me to touch her genitals. I could only smile and slide my hand along her waist towards her breasts. But I felt a little uncomfortable.

She knew I had misunderstood her, and as I thrust her chest forward, she wrapped her right arm around my neck, and with her left hand, she slipped her hand inside my underwear and gently stroked my penis, whispering in my ear, "Honey, put it on, okay?"

I was still wondering what "sensitive" meant, and why I couldn't be touched even after all this. Hearing her words, I turned to look at her, somewhat confused. She pressed my arm firmly against her shoulder, preventing me from looking at her, and gently stroked my penis with her left hand.

Since that was the case, I dismissed my questions, grabbed a condom, and put it on. I laid her flat on the bed, knelt between her legs, and gently ran my hand along her slit. Suddenly, she tensed and let out a high-pitched moan. I was startled. What was going on?

She covered her face with her hands and murmured as if in a dream, "I told you I'm sensitive, and you still seduce me like this." Ah, I see.

I straightened my penis, ready to thrust inside, but she pushed me away again, saying, "Honey, it's too bright. Let's cover ourselves with the blanket, okay?"

I laughed and said, "We're already so 'open,' are you still shy?"

She swayed her body, coquettishly saying, "Cover yourself up." As she swayed, her breasts swayed, quite a sight.

I had no choice but to pull the blanket over myself. She closed her eyes, biting her lip. Looking at her shy expression, I felt indescribable. I parted her labia with my hands and thrust in forcefully.

"Ah..." As I entered, she suddenly straightened her legs. I was startled. The condom already had lubricant, and from the caresses I had just done, I knew her genitals were already wet. Why was she making such a sudden movement? I quickly asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at me with pain and trembling, she said, "Yes, husband, it hurts..."

How could this be? I gently pulled out and looked down. There was red liquid on my penis... Many images flashed through my mind in an instant: A virgin? That shouldn't be possible, how could this be? Should I ask? I'll get scolded if I ask, right? ...

I looked up, and her eyes glistened with tears. I didn't know what to say, so I just lowered my head and kissed away the tears, whispering an apology in her ear, "I'm sorry

, honey, I was too reckless, I'm so sorry..." She reached out and hugged my shoulders, softly replying, "It's okay, honey, it's okay, just go slowly, just a little slower."

I propped myself up and slowly inserted my penis. "Ah..." she moaned, but this time, I could hear less pain and more allure in her voice. "Feeling better?" I asked. "

Mmm, much better, honey. You're taller than me, so your penis is definitely bigger than my vagina. Take it slow, okay?"

I was both amused and exasperated by her reasoning, nodding and saying, "Okay, don't worry, honey, I'll go slowly." Then I gently pulled my penis out and slowly inserted it again.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm..." With each thrust, she moaned rhythmically. I stopped supporting myself with my hands and knelt between her legs, gently kneading her full breasts.

"Ah...ah...husband...husband...ah..." Seeing that she was gradually getting used to the pain of deflowering, I increased the pace of my thrusts, and her moans quickened and became more intense: "Husband...husband...uh...husband...I can't...I can't take it anymore...husband...husband..." She

was truly sensitive; even with just a few thrusts, her body was already red and trembling. I pinched her nipples with both hands, gently lifted them, and pushed them in forcefully.

"Ah—" A scream escaped her lips as her body curled up, her hands gripping my arms. "Husband...no...no...husband...uh..."

I quickly stopped and kissed her lips. Her voice was too loud, and it was daytime; I was worried the neighbors would hear.

After a long while, her body calmed down. I propped myself up and quietly looked at her. She looked back at me and said, "Honey, I'm too sensitive. I can't even stand it when I accidentally touch myself while showering. You're making me even more agitated."

I laughed, "That's easy. Come on, let's change positions." I pulled my penis out and patted her buttocks.

"What position?" she asked curiously.

"You kneel on the bed, and I'll come from behind. That way it won't be so stimulating," I explained.

Her face turned even redder. "Honey, am I useless?"

I gently patted her buttocks and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Come on!"

She obediently knelt down in front of me and bent over. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood on the floor. I slid my fingers across her labia a couple of times, and she couldn't help but moan again. I held my penis and slowly inserted it. Her tight vagina gripped my penis firmly. Even through the condom, I could feel the tension.

"Ah..." With my deepest penetration, she cried out again.

"Ah...husband, husband, faster...ah...faster...ah...husband, so...comfortable...ah...um...husband...please...faster..."

I have to admit, Y's performance in bed gave me immense satisfaction. Although I'm not like the protagonist in erotic novels, with an exceptionally high erection, capable of taking on multiple opponents, I felt the most genuine psychological satisfaction a man could experience from her.

Hearing her intense moans, I continued thrusting into her tender little hole. I bent down, pulled up her left hand, leaned back, and thrust my hips repeatedly against her buttocks, the "slap slap" sounds at our point of contact increasing in intensity. She gripped my wrist with her other hand, trying to match my thrusts, but due to her lack of experience, she couldn't perfectly synchronize with my movements. Even so, with my rapid thrusting, she quickly reached orgasm.

Perhaps because of my youth and strength, coupled with the ever-expanding sense of satisfaction, I felt no urge to ejaculate. I only wanted to make her submit to my penis, so I didn't give her a break to orgasm. Instead, I thrust into her pink little hole even faster.

"Husband, I...I can't...I can't take it anymore...Give it to me...Cum in me...Faster...Faster...Ah...Husband...Please...Please...Cum in me...Faster..."

Y kept moaning. I pulled both of her hands up, making her grab my wrists with her hands behind her back. I pulled her arms hard, like riding a horse. Her upper body was lifted up by my pulling, and with the help of her strength, I thrust even harder into the deepest part of her vagina.

"Husband...I...ah...I...I want you to ejaculate inside me...please, hurry...hurry...ejaculate inside me...I can't take it anymore...I really can't..."

I thrust in and out forcefully for nearly a hundred times, feeling that her grip on my hands was almost gone, and I also felt that I was too exhausted, so I pulled out my penis, turned her over and laid her on the bed. At this point, she was close to her limit, her lips slightly parted, panting heavily, and the flush on her face spread all over her body. I held my penis, lifted her jade-like legs with one hand, and inserted it into her vagina again, then lifted the other leg, placed her legs on my shoulders, held onto the edge of the bed, and began to thrust quickly.

Because of this position, I could penetrate to the very top of her vagina, and her vagina was indeed relatively shallow as she said, so every time I thrust in and out, I could hit her cervix hard, and every time I penetrated to the bottom, I could feel the resistance from her cervix.

"Ah—ah—ah—husband, ah—too deep—too deep—ah—" Her voice rose again, but I didn't stop. Instead, I closed her legs, hoisted them onto my shoulders, and reached for her breasts, kneading her two erect mounds.

"Husband...husband...um...husband...no, no...too deep...too...too deep...I can't take it...can't take it...husband, hurry...hurry...I can't take it...husband, give it to me...please...give it to me...hurry...ah...ah...ah..."

I slammed into her buttocks again and again, making "slap slap slap" sounds, accompanied by her sharp moans, making my excitement almost explode. "Wife, I'm going to cum." I growled in a low voice.

"Cum...cum...give it to me...hurry...husband...cum to me...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah—"

I thrust in and out quickly thirty or forty times, forcefully penetrating to the deepest part of her vagina, my throbbing penis spraying out the accumulated semen. I think this was the most intense ejaculation I've ever experienced sexually.

Only when my penis stopped throbbing did I slowly withdraw it from her vagina. The sudden coolness after withdrawal caused it to throb twice more. I lowered Y's legs, helped her lie down on the bed, turned around, removed the condom, took out a tissue, and said to her, "Wife, come on, wipe yourself."

"Mmm...mmm..." Y lay on the bed, as if asleep, softly murmuring without opening her eyes.

My vanity was once again greatly satisfied.

I took out the tissue and wiped the love fluid between Y's legs. "Mmm...husband..." Just as I touched her labia, she let out an alluring moan, like a dream, but still kept her eyes closed.

"She's really sensitive." I smiled, wiped her clean, and tidied my penis. I covered her with the blanket, pulled Y into my arms, and watched her lying quietly. I couldn't help but kiss her flushed face again, gently patting her shoulder and humming a lullaby to lull her to sleep.

This is the author's true experience. I've wanted to write it down for a long time, but every time I start, I can't continue. This is my first post, and it's not finished. I hope you readers will give me your opinions, but please don't criticize me if you don't like it, thank you!

(II)

When Y woke up, it was completely dark. She turned over in my arms, groaned softly, as if she had just experienced strenuous exercise, and woke up.

She opened her eyes and found her head resting on my arm. She quickly sat up, carefully removed my arm, and said, touched, "Honey, have I been sleeping in your arms the whole time?"

I smiled and said, "Yes, I didn't want to disturb you because you were sleeping so soundly."

She sat up straight and gently massaged my arm, saying, "It must be numb, right? Is it uncomfortable?"

I removed her hand and pulled her back into my arms, saying, "It's okay, it's not numb. It fits perfectly between your neck and the bed frame, so I can hold you without it going numb."

"You're lying," she said, wrapping her arms around my waist, "It must be numb, honey, you're so sweet!"

To be honest, my arm really didn't feel numb, but since she thought so, I was happy to play the good guy. My right hand gently kneaded her breasts, causing her full breasts to change shape. I said, "It's okay, sleeping with my wife is the happiest thing, how could it feel numb?"

She hugged my waist tightly and said softly, "Honey, stop playing around, I can't take it anymore. We need to go out to eat. You must be hungry."

I was both intoxicated by the pleasure from her breasts and surprised by her sensitivity, so I continued to knead her breasts, teasing her relentlessly. Before long, she started trembling all over, suddenly broke free from my embrace, sat up, and said, "Stop it, honey, I really can't take it anymore. If you keep teasing me, we won't be able to go out to eat."

Seeing that I was still not satisfied, she lowered her head and said shyly, "I'll make it up to you when I come back tonight, okay?"

I became interested: "How will you make it up to me?"

She whispered, "You'll know after dinner." Then she looked up at me and said, "But now, we have to get up and eat right away." Hearing her words, we got up, dressed, and took her hand as we walked out of the room. Once we were out on the street, we were struggling to decide what to eat. She kept asking me what I liked to eat, but honestly, I didn't know either. I like meat, but I'm not picky. As long as it's not so bad I can't eat it, I'll eat anything. But if you ask me what I like to eat, I really can't say. So I just walked and thought about it. We had

n't walked far when we found a KFC. A thought suddenly struck me—I remembered she said she'd make it up to me when we got home that night. Why not quickly get dinner and see how she'd make it up to me? So I sighed and pretended to be helpless, saying, "I don't know what to eat, how about KFC?"

She looked up at me and said, "Honey, you like KFC too?"

I don't usually eat it much, mainly because I'm poor, but for the sake of making it up to me that night, I had to bite the bullet and say, "Yeah, it's okay, but it's not good to eat too much of this. I like it, but I'm careful."

She excitedly grabbed my hand and rushed towards KFC. It seemed she really liked it.

Once inside, since it was dinner time, there weren't any special offers. We ordered two hamburgers, fries, and chicken wings, then found a seat. After sitting down, she suddenly said, "Oh dear, we didn't order drinks."

I quickly stood up and said, "You eat first, I'll go order."

When I returned with the drinks, she was still waiting for me. I handed her the Coke, and she said, "It's so heavy, you gave me quite a full bottle this time." As she spoke, she opened the Coke cap, and sure enough, it was almost overflowing. Then she smiled and said to me, "That girl must have given you extra because you're handsome."

"Pfft, come on, that's not true," I said embarrassedly, "Weren't you worried I was ugly before? Now you're saying I'm handsome?"

She didn't say anything, just chuckled. In about ten minutes, we finished cleaning everything up. I said to her, "Honey, let's go. What are our plans for tonight?"

She nodded, picked up her bag, and said, "Honey, let's go see a movie."

Although I was very curious about what she would do to make up for it that night, I didn't want to spoil the fun, so I said, "Okay, I haven't been to a movie theater in years." I stood up and walked with her towards the exit.

After taking only a couple of steps, she said, "Let's buy another Coke to drink during the movie." Without waiting for my reply, she ran off to buy a Coke. A little while later, she came back, smiling, and said to me, "Honey, the guy who took my order was handsome, and he gave me a really full Coke." Then she took my arm and walked towards the exit. Once outside, I asked, "How far is the movie theater?"

She said, "It's a bit awkward, five minutes by taxi, half an hour on foot."

"What movie are we going to see?" I asked again.

"I don't know, we'll see when we get there," she said. I stopped and turned to her, saying, "Honey, it's already past eight o'clock. We'll be there around nine. It's so cold; if we go and miss the movie, we'll be so frustrated."

She thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, let's go back then."

Haha, I was overjoyed. I thought she'd agree to skip the movie and go shopping instead, but she directly said she wanted to go back. Hehehe, I was secretly delighted and said, "Okay, let's get up early tomorrow and go see the movie then." She nodded happily. Back at the hotel, we put our things away and took off our coats. She turned on the TV and sat on the bed to watch. I took out my phone and put it on the bedside table to charge. I sat behind her, hugging her as we watched TV, thinking about how to subtly remind her to make it up to me without being abrupt, yet getting straight to the point.

Suddenly, I remembered the condoms in the drawer. I'd used one that afternoon, and there were two left.

I chuckled to myself, slipped my hand under her clothes from behind, wrapped it around her, and easily climbed onto her breasts, reaching inside her bra to tease her erect nipples. "Mmm..." Y moaned, snuggling closer to me, already aroused.

I lowered my head, took her earlobe in my mouth, and gently nibbled at it with my teeth. She couldn't take it anymore; she pressed her hands against mine through her clothes, whether to stop me or help, she pressed down hard on my hands, and I used her strength to knead her breasts even more vigorously.

After kneading them a dozen or so times, I released her ear and whispered in her ear, "Wife, you only prepared three condoms; this 'just in case' might not be enough." She gave a soft hum, not replying, but turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me passionately. I sat cross-legged on the bed, supporting her buttocks with both hands, letting her straddle my lap. I reached inside her clothes, unbuttoning her bra from behind, while she held my head, exchanging saliva with me.

After unbuttoning her bra, I stripped off her top and removed her bra, revealing her enormous breasts. I lifted her buttocks, making her thrust her chest forward, and brought my mouth to hers, sucking and teasing her full, glistening nipple. She, in turn, passionately held my head, pressing it against her chest, tilting her head back, breathing heavily, and moaning seductively, "Husband... um... husband..."

I released her nipple, took off my shirt, and was about to pull down her pants when she pushed me down onto the bed, pressing her full breasts against my chest. She whispered in my ear, "Honey, I'll make it up to you." Overjoyed, I let her have her way. She sat up, slowly backing away until she straddled my lap, reached out and unzipped my pants, slowly pulling them down. My penis was already erect, so when she pulled down her underwear, it slapped against my stomach with a "smack," startling her.

Coming to her senses, she glanced at me shyly, then continued to pull down her pants completely, followed by her own. I assumed she was going to put a condom on me and then have sex with me, so I reached for the bedside drawer. But what she did next shocked me. She pulled my hand back, interlaced her left hand with my right, and used her right hand to stroke my penis. Her hands weren't big, but they were very soft. The room was warm from the heating. Her hands gripped my penis tightly, slowly stroking it up and down. Every now and then, she would look up at me furtively, and if our eyes met, she would shyly look away. Although she was a virgin and had no experience in this area, I had never been masturbated by anyone before. The feeling was indescribable; I felt all the blood in my body rush to that erect penis.

"Honey, is it good?" she asked softly.

"Mmm..." I nodded and said to her, "Baby, it feels so good."

She smiled, as if making a decision, and suddenly lowered her head, taking my penis into her mouth.

"Oh..." The sudden entry into her warm mouth, combined with the extreme disbelief in my heart, made me moan with pleasure.

Hearing my call, she released her mouth, looked up at me, and seeing the comfortable expression on my face, asked shyly yet happily, "Honey, is this more comfortable?"

I nodded and said, "Baby, it's very comfortable, but how could you...?"

I was puzzled. She was a virgin, with no sexual experience, so why would she think of giving me oral sex?

She said coyly, "Back in college, I watched a movie in the dorm..."

I suddenly understood, and an indescribable feeling welled up inside me. I felt incredibly lucky. I said to her, "You watch adult films too?"

She became even more shy, nodded, and said, "Yes, I used to find it unbelievable that anyone would like to eat this kind of thing."

I laughed, "And now, how does it feel?"

She said, "I don't know, but it feels strange, I can't quite describe it."

I asked again, "Do you like it?"

She looked at me and said seriously, "If my husband likes it, then I like it."

I sat up, hugged her, and kissed her earlobe, saying, "I like it!"

She pushed me away and said, "Then I'll continue, but if I don't do it well, my husband, you have to teach me." After saying that, she spread my legs, knelt between them, bent down, and guided my penis into her mouth. Being a virgin, she had no experience and simply moved her head up and down, letting my penis go in and out of her mouth. Although I was excited, this kind of movement couldn't satisfy my needs, and because she was inexperienced, her teeth would still get caught on my penis.

I leaned against the headboard and said to her, "Baby, have you ever had a lollipop?"

I must say, Y's understanding in bed is quite high. After a slight pause, she began to rub her tongue back and forth on my glans, just like eating a sweet lollipop. Combined with my rhythmic thrusting, the pleasure came very quickly, and soon I felt myself about to ejaculate. I sat up, letting Y straddle my abdomen, then had her turn around, pulled her legs apart, and said, "Baby, continue." She obediently bent down, opened her mouth and took my penis in, repeatedly stroking, licking, and grinding it.

Taking advantage of this position, I carefully observed her genitals. Her genitals were already soaking wet; just oral sex from me had given her such intense sensations. Her labia majora were very tight, pink, and glistening with vaginal fluid. I rubbed her labia up and down with my fingers, then used two fingers to spread them apart. Inside, it was even pinker and more tender, her labia minora moving like lips, breathtakingly beautiful.

I hooked my neck, extended my tongue, and slowly probed into her vagina.

"Mmm... um... um... um..." I slowly teased her with my tongue, and she followed my movements, letting out muffled moans, but her mouth didn't stop, instead moving up and down even faster.

I also inserted my tongue as far into her vagina as possible, "Mmm..." "Um..." We both groaned simultaneously. As I inserted my tongue into her vagina, she also took my entire penis into her mouth, the glans deeply inserted into her throat.

I momentarily felt a jolt of electricity run through my body and withdrew my tongue. She, however, was still immersed in the pleasure of that insertion, constantly twisting her head, letting my penis rub against her throat. About five seconds later, she released my penis, propped herself up, took a deep breath, sat on my stomach, turned her upper body, pressed one hand against my chest, and looked at me with seductive eyes, saying, "Honey, will you put it in?" I nodded, helped her up, and she proactively took the condom, gently put it on me, and then lay flat on the bed. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, holding my penis, rubbing it up and down against her labia.

"Mmm...mmm...honey...honey...give it to me..." she moaned softly, pleading.

Suddenly, a strange thought arose in my mind, wanting to imitate the dialogue in those adult films, but I wasn't sure if it would have a good result. So, I tentatively asked, "Give you what?"

"Mmm...honey...give it to me...hurry...please stop teasing me...mmm..." I didn't ask again, straightened my back, and slowly inserted my penis into her tender vagina.

"Ah...ah...ah..." During my penetration, Y let out three screams in a row, "Husband...husband...all the way...ah...all the way...um..." I could tell she wasn't in pain but was enjoying it, so I relaxed and started thrusting into her vagina.

"Um...um...husband...um...ah...ah...faster...faster...husband...faster..."

"Um...faster what? Um...um?" I asked as I thrust.

"Faster...faster...harder...harder..."

"Harder what? Um...um..."

"Harder...harder..." She only said "harder," refusing to continue.

So I thrust my penis deep into her vagina and stopped, slowly swaying my hips, gently rubbing the head of my penis against her cervix, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Ah...ah...harder...harder...I don't know...I know...husband...no...no...ah...husband...please...no...no...I can't take it anymore...husband..."

Seeing that she still wouldn't answer, I thrust hard against her cervix twice more, saying, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Ah—ah—harder...harder...thrust...thrust harder..."

Hearing her wanton cries, my excitement was indescribable. I felt my penis harden even more and throb continuously. "Ah...ah...so good...husband...faster, faster..." I used my shoulder to hold her legs down, pressing her legs against her chest, and thrust my hips forward, quickly and forcefully into her vagina.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...husband...ah...husband...ah...so...so good...ah...faster...faster..."

After thrusting for what felt like an eternity, I felt an intense, psychological pleasure, not physical. Watching her writhe and sway beneath me, her alluring movements filling me with immense satisfaction, gave me immense psychological fulfillment, though my stamina was waning. (I've been involved in sports since childhood, especially basketball; during summer vacation, I could play for six hours a day. So while my stamina isn't superhuman, it's still quite good.) I slowed my thrusting, and her wanton moans became even more seductive as my movements slowed. I lowered her legs, pulled her up, and lay on the bed, saying, "Come on, baby, ride me."

She was already somewhat dazed, holding one of my hands, the other guiding my penis, and lowering herself towards my opening. Lacking experience, she sat down too quickly, my erect penis hitting her cervix. She gripped my hand tightly, her other hand on my abdomen, her head thrown back, letting out a high-pitched scream of "Ah—!"

I quickly lifted myself up, supporting her waist, and gently lifted her up to help her adjust. After a groan, she lowered her head, looking at me shyly, and said, "Honey, yours is too big, I can't sit on it anymore."

I smiled and said, "Silly girl, mine isn't that big, it's just that you haven't gotten used to it yet. Take it slow."

As I spoke, I pulled her from a backward-leaning position to a forward-leaning one, letting her breasts press against my chest, and arched my back, thrusting upwards. She lay on top of me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kept moaning in my ear. Her moans made me lose control, and I kept thrusting my hips. Gradually, I sensed she was comfortable in the sitting position, so I gently pushed her up and continued thrusting. She obediently sat up straight, her hands on my chest, straddling my penis. With each thrust, her head swayed, her long hair bouncing on either side. Her breasts, though unbraced, didn't sag; instead, they stood firm, bobbing up and down like two fleshy balls.

"...Ah...husband...like this...this...like this...too deep...too deep...ah...ah...husband...slower...slower...ah..." she moaned, placing her left hand on her breast and kneading it forcefully.

Lying flat on the bed, watching her lewd state, I became even more excited. I gently closed her legs with both hands, then gripped her slender waist and began thrusting rapidly.

"Ah—ah—ah—ah—husband—ah—no—no—no—ah—please—please—please—ah—husband—too—too fast—too fast—I can't—can't take it—can't take it—"

Y began to sob and moan as I thrust rapidly, placing both hands on her breasts and rubbing them. This stimulating scene instantly aroused my desire to its peak. I forcefully pushed Y onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, and began to thrust vigorously.

Y cried out even louder, pulling my right hand to her chest, pressing it against her breasts, and kneading them forcefully. I matched her movements, thrusting my penis in and out continuously.

"Husband…I…I really…can't…take it…you…shoot…shoot into me…okay…okay…"

Y couldn't withstand my prolonged thrusting and began to beg for mercy, while I, due to the prolonged and intense thrusting, began to pant heavily. I pulled Y to the edge of the bed, stood on the floor, lifted her legs, and brought them together in front of me, wrapping my arms around them. This made her already tight vagina even more sensitive, and I felt even better. Standing on the floor, I could easily use the strength of my legs to thrust rapidly. After nearly a hundred thrusts, Y suddenly screamed, "Ah—!" With her body trembling, my penis slid out of her vagina, and a stream of fluid shot out between her legs.

She had squirted, her body tense and trembling uncontrollably, followed by two more spurts of fluid. Although I had seen many squirting scenes in adult films, the impact of the real scene was a thousand times stronger than in the movies. Before she could recover, I inserted my penis back into her vagina and thrust rapidly.

"Ah...ah...husband...shoot...shoot into me...shoot into me...faster...faster...shoot into me...please...shoot into me...shoot into me...I want...please...please...faster...shoot into me..." Y pleaded with me through her sobs.

I was a little surprised: "Shoot inside? No condom?"

"Mmm...take it off...ah...shoot inside me...I want...I want you to shoot inside me..." Y cried out intermittently.

I hesitated for a moment, pulled out my penis, removed the condom, threw it on the ground, and then inserted it into her vagina again. Without the condom, I could feel the folds of her vagina more clearly, scraping against my penis again and again, and Y cried out even louder.

Finally, in a violent thrusting, I ejaculated into her body.

Although we had just done it that afternoon, because I'm young, the amount was still normal. I could feel Y's uterus contracting with each ejaculation, and she would moan "Mmm..." "Mmm..." Finally, everything calmed down. I leaned over and pressed down on Y, kissing her lips, and she responded weakly.

After a long while, we separated. She slowly opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "Honey, I feel so happy!"

I stroked her face, lowered my head, and kissed her, saying, "Me too, wife, I love you!"

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at me excitedly, saying, "Honey, what did you just say?"

"I said, I love you!" I repeated.

She suddenly pulled me into her arms, murmuring repeatedly, "I love you too, honey, I love you too, I love you!"

After a while, I broke free from her embrace, pulled my penis out of her vagina, and she moaned again.

I chuckled, "Baby, you're already feeling it?"

She shyly turned her face away, huffing, "You're so mean, you're teasing me again."

I laughed, grabbed a tissue, and wiped her genitals clean. She looked at me in surprise and said, "Honey, why did you wipe me first?"

I glanced at her and said, "You're my wife, of course I have to take care of you. You're exhausted, so of course I'll wipe you." She

looked at me with a blissful expression, and after I finished, she knelt by the bed, opened her arms, and said, "Honey, hug me!"

I pulled her into my arms, and with a twist of her body, we rolled onto the bed…

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