Sweet Adaptation of "The Love Diary of Married Women"

I've recently been watching "The Werewolf's Chamber," a novel
about sex and love. The descriptions of sex are fantastic, but after reading so many stories about watching your wife being conquered by another man's penis, seeing the male protagonist's heart-wrenching emotions is also painful. But the truth is, the whole family is awful. The female lead is a slut; her claim of being conquered by pleasure is just a premeditated attempt to cheat but an unwillingness to admit it. The male lead is no better; he installed surveillance cameras at home, watching his wife sleep with his adopted son and remaining indifferent, hoping she'd realize her mistake.
I think he's insane. It's fortunate that this kind of man only exists in novels; if he were real, he'd be dead. But the most despicable is that guy. His claim of loving his stepmother is just a projection of his sexual desires, a simple case of lust driving his body, and he even hurt everyone because of his ingratitude. He's just like Gong from the novel. I curse you two scumbags to be impotent, poor, and alone for life. The more
I think about it, the angrier I get, so I adapted it into a story to balance things out, based on "The Werewolf's Chamber" from nearly ten years ago. I only read the first half; I only recently read the second half, and I didn't like the ending. But since this article is already finished, I won't change it.
The main point of this article is simply to give the female protagonist a chance at happiness. A woman's pursuit of happiness is innate; infidelity stems from a failed marriage. As long as she faces it honestly instead of dragging things out and trying to have it both ways, and doesn't continue to hurt others, that's all that matters.
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This is a story that happened a few years ago. I was a 32-year-old woman at the time, and in fact, I was a social psychologist. My husband was a pilot, often flying to distant countries. Maintaining a relationship in such a short time was already a feat, let alone getting pregnant and having a child. Aside from occasional words of concern, we didn't have much to talk about. Therefore, for me, research and teaching were my entire life.
I often worked on my laptop, sometimes until late at night. By chance, I read an article about the impact of im software on modern communication. It was an American paper, and the author pointed out that it was a highly private interactive communication software. Especially with the addition of video and voice communication, it becomes a truly private and inaccessible space. This private communication method is even more discreet and personalized than a mobile phone. IM messages are stored on the individual's computer, not on a remote server
. Due to IM's anonymity, many illegal transactions are conducted through this highly confidential communication software.
During my graduate studies, I majored in adolescent and adult psychology, and I have a great interest in researching the personality and character of adolescents and young adults, especially the formation of adolescents' attitudes towards sex, which has been a long-term academic goal for me.
This article gave me a very exciting inspiration: why not use IM as an interview tool to study the sexual attitudes of internet users (mostly teenagers)?
Over the next few days, I searched for some academic papers both domestically and internationally, and found that the psychology community seemed to have not yet fully grasped this topic. Only some scholars explored the impact of changes in adolescents' technology use on personality formation. This was not what I wanted. I knew what I wanted was a firsthand research project. This project could be completed with minimal cost (no need to pay for interviews or data processing) and the most convenient tools (a computer with internet access and other peripherals). For me, this research result would be a groundbreaking achievement in the domestic psychology field. As a young person, I was incredibly excited about this.
Under this theme, I actively formulated my research plan and direction. I planned to select ten respondents of different age groups online and conduct six months of im-interviews. These interview records would become the main content of my research results.
I believed my work would achieve a breakthrough because of this idea. However, it turned out that my entire life, including my marriage, underwent an unexpected and significant change because of this. During the research process, I set up two of the most common im-communication software programs in China. After a week of research and exploration, I finally understood the uses of im-communication and was excited about the research functions it could provide. The common feature of these two im-communication media was that they provided external communication and web chat functions. In other words, on the one hand, I can use the im software to send text messages and conduct private communications, and on the other hand, I can go online to open chat rooms to find my research subjects (i.e., respondents).
When I don't have any "contacts" on my im software, the best way is to randomly find people in various open chat rooms and add them to my contact list so that I can conduct long-term interviews and research. One night, I came to a very famous chat website. From what I knew (and from asking students), this website has always been a hotbed for "compensated dating" and "one-night stands." If I wanted to study the sexual psychology of teenagers, I thought I could find suitable samples on this website. At first, I couldn't adapt to the chaos of the chat website.
Although I'm only 32, my education has not been related to the internet. That's because my family was poor. I was born in a very remote mountainous town in central Taiwan, and I didn't have a decent computer until I went to middle school. As for going online, that was something that happened after I went to university.
After entering graduate school, I bought a desktop computer while working part-time. It wasn't until I graduated with my doctorate and became a university lecturer (I was thirty at the time) that I had the means and the determination to buy a Compac laptop.
Normally, I only used the internet to collect professional academic information from home and abroad and to send and receive emails. I wasn't familiar with or interested in other functions and uses of the internet. Let alone chatting on chat websites; that was as distant to me as standing on the street trying to pick up a man.
Gradually, I started to get into the swing of things, and my first sample appeared half an hour after I went online. His account was 18cm, and he sent me a smiley face. 18cm: hihowareu? Rachael (my English name): fine. Where are you from? And you? Northern? Me too. How old are you? 32. Oh, sister. I'm only 18. (This is the sample I wanted)? Really? So your name is 18cm? Haha. What? It's cm, not old? Then what is it? It's the length of my penis~ By the way, it's 5cm wide (kids these days...). Sister, can I ask you something? Are you itchy?
Where does it itch?
There!
Where?
Sister,
isn't that
right?
So you know that my penis is so thick, long, and huge that it gets very itchy,
right?
By the way, how tall are you, sister? How much do you weigh?
I'm not tall,
I'm very thin. I really like petite girls. Only then will your vagina be small and tight!
Want to add me as a friend?
Private message me?
Hmm,
18cm is the first sample I've encountered, 18 years old, proudly possessing an organ that is 18cm long and 5cm wide. Has a very strong interest in sex, especially preferring petite women. For the next part of the conversation, I wrote it down as a dialogue:
"Is your sister married?"
"Yes."
"Oh, a married woman! Awesome!"
"Yeah.
" "Where's your husband?" "
Not
here." "Where did he go?"
"On a business trip.
" "Do you have children yet?"
"Not yet." "
Really? Then your vagina is still very tight, right?"
"I guess so."
"So, do you want to have a baby? Mine's 18cm, it's really powerful, it goes in really deep, and I'll ejaculate inside, I guarantee you'll get it on the first try!"
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"How many have you had?"
"Two."
"What were your reactions?"
"I screamed a lot, of course. It must have felt amazing!"
"Really? But psychology says that sexual organs aren't directly related to a woman's orgasm.
" "No way, it felt amazing."
"Really?" I didn't say anything.
"Let's set a time. Let's meet and have some sex."
"I don't meet people I meet online," I said
. "Really? You're shy?"
"You could say that."
"Do you have video chat?"
"No."
"Give me your phone, I'll call you."
"I won't." I refused. How could I give it to them?
"Really? Then I'll be going."
"Can't we chat without meeting?" Seeing him about to leave, I changed my approach.
"Sure, I can video chat, but..."
"What?"
"How do I know if you're male or female?"
"I'm female."
"Then prove it. Here's what we'll do: turn on voice chat."
"How?" I asked.
"Press voice chat, turn your computer up loud, or use a microphone or headphones." I put on my headphones, pressed the voice chat button, and the computer spoke. A boy's voice came through.
"Hello!" the boy said. It was a rather gentle voice.
"Hello," I replied.
"Ah, it really is a girl. Your voice is very sweet, sister?"
"Can I type now?" I didn't want to reveal any clues about myself.
"Okay." I turned off voice chat, and then a line of text appeared on the computer: "The other party is 18cm tall. Please watch their video chat."
I pressed 'Confirm,' and less than two seconds later, a square appeared on the screen. A figure appeared. It was a boy with a buzz cut, who seemed quite cute, and looked very tall and strong. He smiled at the camera and typed, "Want to see my brother, sister?"
I didn't answer. This wasn't part of the research process. I was more interested in the interview itself. Unexpectedly, he lowered the camera, revealing a stiff, erect male genital! A thick, dark, hairy, and almost menacingly erect penis. He took out a ruler and started measuring it for me! It really was 18cm long and 5cm wide!
I suddenly felt nauseous. It was huge, much bigger than my husband's. Even as a professional psychologist, if an interviewee suddenly pulled down their pants and showed me their penis halfway through the interview, I would feel the same shock and surprise as any woman, perhaps even a sense of being threatened and uncomfortable! I minimized the video feed because I knew what he was going to do next!
"How is it? Big? Bigger and thicker than your husband's, right?" he typed.
"Do you do this often?" I asked.
"Do you think it's okay, sis?"
"Do you do this often?" This was the question I was more concerned about .
"Not often, it's just video chat anyway. How big is your husband's?" he asked.
Suddenly, I felt: Am I really suited to do this research?
"I'm tired," I made up a reason.
"Really? I'm hard right now. Sis, turn on the voice chat, take off your pants and masturbate with me!"
"Goodnight!"
"Okay... Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye." That's how I met my first research subject.
Since it was almost midnight, I quickly took a shower and went to bed. Strangely enough, that night, I had a dream. I dreamed that I was in a mountain, playing alone, when suddenly a man came over, bent down, and touched my face. I couldn't see his face, only that he was a boy, but in the dream I wasn't afraid
. He pulled me up, lifting my skirt with both hands, seemingly a bit rough, but I had no desire to resist, letting him take off my underwear. Suddenly, I felt a subtle sensation in my lower body… Then, he also took off his pants, revealing a very thick and long penis…
When I woke up, it was already the next morning. I felt slightly wet down there, and my underwear showed dried marks. Oh my god, I had leaked so much fluid!
For a long time, this was the first time I had woken up in the morning to find wet discharge on my underwear. I knew very well that it was normal female secretions. As far as I could remember, it seemed like this hadn't happened since my senior year of high school. The wetness was very annoying, making me a little restless in the morning. I rushed to the bathroom to take a shower, and then went to school!
"Sister? Are you there?" At night, I was alone in my room. I was suddenly startled by the sound of the computer speakers. That was someone greeting me
. "Hmm," I typed back.
"Great, I've been thinking about you all day yesterday!"
"Really?" I typed again.
"You were tired last night, so I masturbated by myself..." A line of text appeared quickly, and I could imagine the other person on the other side of the screen, typing furiously.
"Really?" I replied again, making up an excuse. Suddenly, the screen stopped typing. As I was wondering what was going on, another line of text appeared: "Who do you think would have more fun having sex, a petite, slender housewife or a tall, strong man? The man or the woman?"
Good heavens! This kid's head is full of sex.
"I don't know! Let's talk about something else?" I don't type very fast, and as I typed that line, he suddenly typed another line: "I think you'd have more fun, because thirty is like a wolf... Are you a wolf? Sister? Do you often feel a little itchy between your thighs?"
If someone joked with me like that to my face, no matter how old they were, I would definitely slap them. However, in the quiet of the night, safely in his own room, separated by the internet, the feeling of being threatened face-to-face seemed much less intense. Of course, this was mostly because these words were typed out. If they were just spoken, they might sound vulgar.
"My husband's not here, I think it'll be even itchier!" He typed a line like this.
"Push my hard rod into your hole, you should feel good, right?"
"Use your tight, cunt to welcome my big cock, sister!"
"My little brother is big! It will satisfy you."
He typed several lines like this. To be honest, this kind of dialogue doesn't seem to have any research value. What I want is a more psychological conversation, not such one-sided self-boasting, or even boring sentences copied from pornographic novels.
Generally speaking, men tend to have a tendency of "phallus worship." Perhaps they see it as a weapon, a weapon to make women submit, a sense of gender superiority. If you ask ten women what they think about a man's penis, I think six would tell you directly that they don't really care about it, especially an erect penis, which can actually make most normal women feel uncomfortable or even nauseous.
The other four would likely not have any particular feelings about that organ, and only a few (maybe less than one) would tell you that it excites them.
I've decided to change my strategy and stop letting him flaunt his self-righteous sense of superiority.
"No." I retorted, "Are you always this direct?"
"I am very direct."
"Then do you know that most women don't like this?"
"Oh? Really? Is that possible?"
"Yeah, you watch too much porn, don't you? How old were you when you started watching?" This steered the conversation to the research topic.
"So, are you part of the majority, or the minority?"
"You like watching porn?" I tried to divert his attention.
"I don't like watching it, I like to be dramatic."
"Oh?" I was a little unsure how to continue. "Then, we probably don't have much to talk about." "
Really? Did you have a wet dream last night? Were your underwear wet this morning?"
I started blushing. It was unlikely that a stranger could have guessed my actions.
"No!" I retorted.
"If you don't believe me, you must have taken a shower as soon as you got up, right? You saw my penis last night, couldn't resist, and were thinking about it, right? Hehe."
"You really love to fantasize." I felt a sense of guilt that I wanted to hide.
"Fantasy? No way, the first two women I slept with were like that. They saw my penis and slept with me the next day, even though they were older than you! And I still did it!"
"Oh?" I was a little skeptical.
"There aren't many women like that, I know, but I often have that kind of luck."
He said, "Maybe it's some kind of sex wave?"
I couldn't help but feel excited about his remarks. Unexpectedly, I had encountered a sample with "Oedipus complex" and "excessive sexual fantasies," which is somewhat representative in adolescent sex research, and may even represent more than half of adolescents.
"Do you actually have sex?" I asked
. "Hehe, of course, we do it whenever we want."
"Tell me your experience!" I began to delve into the topic.
"At first, everything was normal. They were all other men's wives. One said I was cute, and the other said I looked like her husband when he was young. Then we went to bed and did it. One lasted for two hours, and the other was even more outrageous, giving me oral sex and sucking my penis into her mouth... It was fucking amazing.
" "When did this happen?"
"Just last week," he said. "Friday afternoon."
"Anything else?"
"Just once. What else?" "
Weren't you with two? How come it was only once?"
"Of course! I can handle two at once. It was a threesome. We'd never done it before. At first, it was awkward, but later they got even more excited than me."
I was a little skeptical. An 18-year-old boy having a threesome with two women in their thirties?
"I wasn't just joking around, really."
"Is this your first time meeting?" I was curious about the situation.
"Uh, they're my mom's friends, aunties! My mom went abroad, and they came to take care of me. We'd only been there for less than three days when they both slept with me!"
"Your mom's friends, how old are they?"
"They're both my mom's god-sisters, one's thirty-six, the other almost forty, I don't know." They're definitely older than me!
"And your dad?"
"My dad? My parents divorced a long time ago!"
"Really?" So it's a single-parent family.
"Hey, guess... how many orgasms did we have?"
"I don't know." How would I know?
"One three times, the other five." He said, "I came twice in two hours, so tiring! But it was so good! Hehe."
I was a little surprised because, based on my own experience, when my husband and I have sex, I only have one orgasm each time. And it comes very late, sometimes even after my husband has already come, I'm still warming up. Of course, the quality of sex wasn't ideal for me, but I believe there's much more to cultivate feelings between men and women.
"Sis, come on, turn on the video call, I really want to masturbate right now," the boy said.
"Don't you have your aunt?"
"Just once is enough, we need it every day, how can I handle that?"
"I don't know. You're masturbating in front of me? You can't even see me!"
"I know, but it feels great, I'm masturbating for a woman, a mature woman, a woman whose husband isn't home."
"It's a business trip, what do you mean 'not home'?" I was very sensitive about this; my husband's job was flying, a profession with very high safety requirements and a sensitive nature. Although I'm highly educated, I still try to avoid these kinds of words as much as possible.
"Okay, business trip," he said. "How is it, sis?"
Then he asked me to confirm the video call. I reluctantly pressed it. First, his face appeared; yes, he was indeed a cute boy. He had thick eyebrows, and you could tell that if he matured a few years later, he would be the kind of handsome man most women would
fall for. The camera zoomed out, revealing him shirtless, sitting on the bed, touching his black underwear, stroking between his legs. Watching the boy on the video do this, I was initially a little uncomfortable.
I tried to look away, noticing his upper body; he was a very strong boy, with well-developed muscles. This was different from my husband. My husband had an average build and wasn't actually the man I loved most, or even the man I truly loved.
Looking back, I realize I was a bit hasty. As a scholar, I couldn't escape the fear of turning thirty and rushed into marriage. My husband and I met through a friend's introduction and arranged a marriage. It was simply because we both needed a home, so we hit it off immediately and married without much dating. After two years, our relationship was more like family than lovers. Anyway, I didn't feel much love from him; friends were more like it.
My true love was a gym teacher from high school. I had a crush on him for a long time, but I never dared to confess. Of course, this unrequited love faded away with my teenage years. Suddenly, this boy reminded me of my high school coach's physique—those thick muscles, that bronze skin—and it made my heart flutter.
"Do you like sports?" I asked
. "Yeah, I like swimming and basketball!" Then I watched the video, and he started to take off his black underwear, revealing a huge penis. Wow! It really looked huge!
The boy started masturbating, showing a close-up of his dark, muscular penis on the screen, along with his flat, firm abdominal muscles. The glans was flushed with youthful desire, and his penis, rubbed by his hand, slowly swelled up like a sponge absorbing water. Instantly, I felt a surge of excitement that made me dizzy.
The boy waved to me through the video while masturbating. I started to react. First, I felt a dampness in my underwear, then a slight itching sensation inside my vagina. I realized I had been aroused by his physical allure. This was an experience I had never had before.
Watching the boy caress me, I began to feel a surge of psychological excitement. His glans was incredibly thick, like a mushroom head. I even started fantasizing about how his body, if inserted into any woman's vagina, would bring her unbearable pleasure. Unconsciously, I began to caress my own breasts. My breasts have always been my erogenous zone, and when I touched them, a jolt of stimulation seemed to run through my heart. I started to pant, my chest heaving like waves. I began to feel excited—an inner excitement. For women, psychological excitement is more lasting and intense than physical sensation.
"This isn't exciting enough..." the boy typed. I took my hand off my chest, my breath still ragged.
"Do you have a webcam?" he said. "Put on a microphone, let's have a virtual sex session."
I opened a drawer and took out a webcam, the kind used for video conferencing. I never imagined it would come in handy in such a chaotic moment. I hesitated, because this seemed to contradict my original research goals. I didn't want to be like a female PhD student who went into the adult entertainment industry to conduct "field research" on pornography. After all, I majored in "psychology," not social work; there was no need to "test the law."
However, another voice seemed to be urging me on. I wasn't sure what its motivation was, but I subconsciously put on the webcam and stared blankly at the video on the screen.
"Is it installed?" the boy asked
. "Yes," I typed. I tacitly approved of the strange behavior that was about to unfold between us. "Open it!" I pressed the invite button, and my screen immediately appeared. I saw myself and was startled. I immediately turned the camera away to look at the dressing table in the room.
"Oh, I see your room, it's the dressing table!"
"Yeah."
"You can adjust it back, I want to see you." I slowly turned the camera back to my position. The image was blurry and shaky, finally landing on my chest.
"Such beautiful breasts." I was wearing a low-cut nightgown without a bra, and I found my cleavage clearly visible in the screen, seemingly both strange and familiar. I could almost feel the boy's excitement because he typed: "I really want you to take it off right now."
I didn't do that, but the image on the screen excited me. On one side was a man's naked body without any covering, and on the other side was my body in a low-cut nightgown. These two images created a strange, midnight seduction, like scenes often seen in adult films, yet so real. In fact, I didn't even know where he lived.
"Can you take it off, sis?" I hesitated for several seconds, then took off my low-cut nightgown, revealing my upper body.
"Great! Beautiful," the boy typed. "So pretty."
I looked at myself on the video screen. Under the milky white light, the video reflected a fair woman's body—it was me. My prominent, rounded breasts formed a deep cleavage on my chest. Suddenly, I felt that my body was something to be proud of. The boy didn't type, but on the screen, he started to stick out his tongue to kiss me. "Don't do that," I typed to refuse his actions. He obediently withdrew his tongue and then typed: "Put on your headphones, let's talk." I didn't put on headphones, but simply turned on the speaker connected to the computer and turned it down to the lowest volume.
"Can you hear me?" The boy's voice came through the speaker
. "Yes," I typed back.
"Can we talk, sis?" the boy spoke again. Hearing him call so naturally, my guard suddenly dropped by half. I turned on my microphone
. "Answer me." He said,
"Mmm." I responded slightly.
"Can you speak louder?"
"How loud?" I countered.
"This is good," the boy said. "Just the right volume."
"Take off your underwear too. I want to see your whole body," the boy said. I stood up and removed the last piece of clothing from my body. My complete female body was revealed.
"Wow, you have such a great body, I'm already hard, sis... oh..." the boy began to pant, his voice trembling with excitement. On the screen, someone was rapidly rubbing their own penis.
"Lie down, sis..." I gently lay down, supporting my head with my hand. The video quickly showed a woman lying on the bed. Although it was a side view, I was facing the camera, so my breasts, navel, and even the pubic hair between my thighs were fully displayed.
"So beautiful, such a petite figure," the boy exclaimed. "I really want you." Heaven knows my face was already flushed, but the excitement hadn't subsided at all
. "Show me you masturbate," the boy said. "Let's do it together."
I lay down, gently stroking my breasts, glancing at the screen sideways. The boy's face was always facing me, and his penis seemed even more monstrous than yesterday, thick and large. I wondered, confused... could my petite, slender body and tight, narrow opening accommodate it?
"Oh, little brother wants to fuck his sister! I really want to fuck my sister!" The boy seemed to be getting more and more excited. "Sister! How about I fuck you with my dick?" I didn't answer, but just kept stroking my breasts
. In the midnight room, the boy's panting seemed to echo everywhere. Because of this, I slowly entered a erotic state. I spread my legs wildly, moved my position, and faced my genitals towards the webcam. I slowly caressed my genitals.
"Great, sister, I want to fuck you! The reports often say that height and body size are directly proportional to the depth and tightness of the vagina. You are so thin and petite, your vagina must be very tight! Then my big brother will feel very good being squeezed!"
The boy shouted while vigorously and quickly rubbing his penis. I watched the video and began to fantasize about the boy coming towards me with that huge, hard penis, squeezing into the part of me that I rarely use. Thinking this, my genitals seemed to feel an invisible force of being penetrated and squeezed. Through my imagination, I let the strange boy enter my body, his huge penis penetrating my tight, narrow vagina.
The room was filled with his cries, his cries almost frantic, making me imagine his actual sexual emotions during sex. People his age are probably like that, unaware of any foreplay or caresses, only knowing how to thrust and pound. Strangely, I seemed to enjoy this feeling. The difference between the boy and my husband was that pure passion and the powerful sexual ability of youth! If that was the case, I had no reason to resist.
I began to fall into a fantasy of actual sex, feeling as if the boy was right there on my body, entering me with his already desperately thirsty male body, and uniting with me. And I gave up my most private parts, accepting the boy. "Ah..." I let out a soft, guttural sound, a pleasure from being violated and penetrated by the boy. In reality, it was just the pleasure from my fingers caressing my clitoris. An electric-like pleasure surged from my lower body, through my abdomen, all the way to my heart. I inserted my middle finger into my own flesh. I had done this a few times in high school, but I gave it up because of an overwhelming sense of guilt.
However, tonight, I seemed to have rediscovered my youth. Perhaps it was because of physical maturity, but the feeling was stronger and more exciting than before. So this place on a woman's body is meant for men to enter! I felt the stimulation of my clitoris and the intense pleasure from stroking my vagina. I let out a soft moan,
"Awesome! I love you!" The boy said wildly, "Fuck you, I'm going to fuck you to death!"
"Oh..." Under the boy's words, my vagina contracted, a strong pleasure, which felt like the satisfaction of cheating.
"Sis! Shall we orgasm together? I'm so happy I can't take it anymore, I'm going to shoot my thick semen inside you... and get you pregnant!"
Hearing these words, I was extremely excited. In fact, I didn't know why I felt this way. It seemed that under the boy's aphrodisiac words, I was having an unprecedented dialogue with my own body. This dialogue was both private and without any guilt. I was surprised by my own thoughts, which were completely different from before. My body continued to feel the stimulation from the caresses and the boy's provocative words. It was a kind of sexual pleasure. I have never been very sensitive to sexual sensations. However, at this moment, I found that the hairs on my body seemed to stand up because of the pleasure in my body. That is what is commonly known as "goosebumps". The pleasure was relentless; the boy kept talking and shouting. I wasn't really paying attention, but the sound of a man's voice in my ear, combined with my own caresses, seemed to drive me crazy.
"Ah..." When the climax came, I had to exert a great deal of effort to suppress it, barely managing not to scream. But the rush of pleasure to my head caused intense dizziness, confusion, and excitement. Then, I heard the boy shout, "Sis, I came, I came all the way into your uterus!"
In my mind, I saw this image: that huge, hard, thick penis, rapidly and violently penetrating my body, tearing through my narrow vagina, piercing my cervix, reaching deep into my uterus, the thick, swollen glans mercilessly ejaculating mature sperm, filling my uterus and fallopian tubes. Accompanying this illusion, I experienced another climax, surging within me. I couldn't hold back anymore, letting out a groan: "Oh! Ah..."
I cried out, frowning, but it was actually a sound full of excitement and satisfaction. It lasted for a long, long time. This invisible pleasure led me to a world of passion I had never experienced before.
"Sis is amazing, I love it! Let's go out for coffee and have some real sex?"
he typed. I didn't reply. To masturbate to orgasm while doing research is truly shameful. I didn't even reply, just shut down the computer and went to take a shower. The scene of masturbating in bed was still vividly etched in my mind, except now, in my mind, there seemed to be a muscular, naked man on the bed, intimately trembling on my body, engaging in obscene mating and ejaculation. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel my ears burning. Could it be that I was sexually unsatisfied? This had to stop—reason told me that at the very least, I shouldn't have used that boy with the account name '18cm' as my research subject, because I had already made him the object of my sexual fantasies! If I did this research, I would never want to think about it again.
The next day, my husband returned from Europe. I pretended it never happened. In fact, it never happened; it was all happening in my mind. There was no man, no real sexual intercourse, only my orgasm after masturbation. The essence of the matter was this: that
night, my husband, whom I had reunited with after a long time, gently caressed me and even penetrated me. We made love. When I got up to shower after I finished, I was alone in the bathroom, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. All I could think about was that virtual sex session. As for the scene of making love with my husband just now, I had absolutely no clear memory of it. It was as if I had just completed a… “routine”.
After showering, my husband lay beside me, and I gently stroked his body. Although he was asleep, his physical response was still there; I knew he was erect. Driven by curiosity, I took out a ruler… Suddenly, I felt a desire, an uncontrollable desire, a desire to be penetrated by an 18cm penis.
I picked up my computer from the small work desk, unplugged it, and secretly took out the webcam and microphone from the drawer. I left the master bedroom alone and went to the adjacent work room. Inside were my files and all my work reports. That was my workplace.
I set up the computer, logged on, and sure enough, the account "18cm" was glowing, seemingly waiting for me
. "Sis~ I've been waiting for you for so long." The boy typed this.
"Waiting for me?"
"Yeah, I want to fuck you!" The boy's words suddenly made me incredibly excited.
"My husband is home, sleeping."
"Oh? I'm so jealous! You two must have just made love?" the boy asked.
"Yeah."
"Then why don't you go sleep with him? Can't you sleep?"
"Yeah."
"I know!" the boy said, "Your husband must not be able to satisfy you, so you have to come to me!" This kid is so clever! He hit the nail on the head.
"Your husband can't satisfy you, is it because you're too small? Haven't you measured it?"
"I don't know." I indirectly agreed with him. How did this kid know I'd measured it
? "How many minutes did it take?" he asked.
"Less than five minutes," I typed. "It's always like this."
"Really? That's lame. You must have never had an orgasm, right? That's why it's hard for you to get pregnant." The boy said, "Sis! Turn on the video, let me see if your pussy is still wet." I turned on the video, and my own image appeared on the screen, of course, only wearing underwear. The boy invited me to watch his video, and his smiling face appeared on the screen.
"Sis's breasts are so beautiful! Seeing them makes me want you." The boy typed, "Move the video down a bit, I want to see your pussy."
I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought that since he couldn't see my face, it wouldn't matter. So I adjusted the webcam downwards, slowly bringing it to where my thighs crossed.
"It's too dark, I can't see," the boy said. "Can you adjust it?" I placed the lamp on the small wooden table next to me, turning off the webcam and illuminating my purple panties.
"So beautiful! Extremely sexy," the boy said. "I really want to fuck you."
My ears burned, and I felt a faint sensation in my chest. I knew it was unfulfilled desire. And I needed to satisfy that desire.
"Is your clitoris sensitive, sis?"
"Yes," I answered truthfully.
"Touch your clitoris, look at me," the boy said.
I looked at him, my right hand reaching down to my genitals, touching my clitoris. The boy took off all his clothes in front of me, revealing the male body that had once stirred my heart and body. Suddenly, my clitoris felt this stirring, and the stimulation doubled. This physical stimulation made me involuntarily let out a soft "hmm."
The boy, with his erect and thick penis facing me, typed: "Sis~ Let me fuck your hole, okay?" My hand reluctantly left my body and typed "Okay" on the keyboard.
The boy seemed very excited and began to rub his penis, while I, in front of the computer, caressed my breasts and genitals. At this moment, I was disheveled. Although I was only wearing underwear and a short-sleeved nightgown, I didn't button up the nightgown, letting the thin, delicate neckline of the nightgown diagonally across my chest, revealing my right breast. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and desire urged my every move. I could only feel a strong desire constantly catalyzing and expanding in my chest. The feeling of my heart racing made my face even hotter. The caresses that were originally just outside my underwear slowly slipped inside with this passion. I began to fantasize about the boy using his gentle hands to enter my underwear and touch the most private parts of my body. The thought of this made me even more crazy!
I dared not make a sound, though I really wanted to. My husband next door was already asleep, while I, with a laptop, was secretly in my room, masturbating with a boy I'd never met before, even reaching orgasm. It was both ridiculous and incredibly exciting for me. Looking at the boy's body, his strong physique, and that erect penis, I felt completely melted!
My clitoris gradually secreted fluid, making my hands wet—the wellspring of a woman's desire. As the fluid increased, my desire grew stronger, my body grew hotter, and my throat felt dry. Now, how I longed to truly make love to a man with such a large penis! To let him enter me, to let his ravaging body move, to help me drive away that emptiness and need! Suddenly, just as I was lost in my fantasy, someone knocked on the door.
"Wife? Are you still busy?" It was my husband.
"Yes, I still have some work to do," I quickly straightened my clothes, turned off the video call, and opened my files. My husband opened the door and came in. I turned to look at him.
"So busy?"
"Yes," I almost stopped breathing, answering in a very calm tone, "I have a research report that I need to finish. You should go to sleep first!"
"Sigh, so busy. I forgot to tell you, I'm switching flights with Lao Chen tomorrow. I'm flying to Japan. It's very close; I'll be back in Taiwan by midnight." "
Oh?" I asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"It's okay, I still have time to sleep. You go ahead and do your work! I won't bother you." My husband smiled. "I'm going to sleep now."
"Okay," I said. "Goodnight."
After my husband left, I breathed a sigh of relief. My mind was blank. I had never noticed that the man I married was already a middle-aged man with gray hair. And he seemed to look even older at night. Suddenly, a young male figure entered my mind. I turned on my computer and started video chatting. I also turned on his.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just disconnected."
"Could it be that my husband is checking up on me? Hehe." This young man's guess is amazing!
"What?"
"So exciting! Sis, what if your husband finds out you're having sex online with me?"
"Nothing will happen." I replied irritably, "What could happen?"
"Hey~ Sis, you really act like a woman having an affair, even your breath is different from the past few days, hehe, great!"
"Really?" I asked doubtfully
. "Yeah. Let's not waste time, let's continue making love!"
The boy started fiddling with his body again, a thick male penis that was almost at an 80-degree angle was clearly visible in the video frame, so thick and long, which aroused my desire again, and I put my hand back where it was. I started to caress my body. Imagining the huge penis being
slowly inserted into my narrow hole, that feeling was like a dead ember reigniting, burning in my heart and body, I enjoyed this pleasure of masturbation, really! Just like that, I quickly reached orgasm again, I never thought I was such a lewd woman. We didn't stop fantasizing about having sex. The boy trembled, seemingly trying to calm me down. I laughed when I saw him swaying his hips! Suddenly, I realized that my long-dormant desires had been ignited by a teenage boy.
"I'm dying of laughter," I typed. "Your position."
"How is it? I'm cute, right?"
"Yeah," I typed while smiling, even I could feel the sensuality of that knowing smile. I loved this feeling.
"Sis! Did you climax?"
"Yeah."
"But, not yet."
"But, I'm tired." I typed.
"Please, can I see your face?" I hesitated. He had already seen my body completely, and now I wanted him to see my face too?
"Please, just for a moment," the boy pleaded. "Just for a moment."
I didn't completely refuse his request. Maybe the tension and panic in my heart had been purified by the climax? I directly put the video on the computer screen, and soon my face appeared on the screen. I'm not exactly a stunning beauty, and I don't pay much attention to makeup, but I have a sweet appearance. Because I'm petite, I don't look old; even though I'm over thirty, I still look like I'm in my early twenties. I've heard some students say behind my back that I look a lot like an actress named Yuzuki Tina. From middle school until after I got married, I had no shortage of suitors, but because of my poor background, I always buried myself in my studies and never took love seriously. As for sex, I had even less expectation.
"Ah! Sis, you're so beautiful~ so pretty!"
the boy said excitedly. I immediately turned off the camera. How ridiculous! I actually revealed my appearance? Was I just bewitched by this boy?
"I never imagined there could be such a beautiful woman like you online. You've really shattered traditional notions," the boy said. "The internet isn't the Jurassic Kingdom anymore, hehe. It's really worth seeing. Let me see some more."
"No," I retorted, "I'm not letting you see anymore."
"Please, sis, you're so beautiful and sexy. Seeing you makes me want to masturbate again," the boy said. In the past, if I heard men use such direct language, I would find it completely uninteresting. However, for some reason, the language of the virtual world didn't feel threatening to me. Youth is a resource I'm gradually losing, especially since I started dating that boy. Every time I think about the fact that we're more than ten years apart, yet we're doing things I wouldn't even dare to imagine during the day, I feel a little strange. This kind of virtual emotional affair always hits a bottleneck. The online lovemaking with the boy always brings me to orgasms that are even more intense than with my husband. My physical needs grew with the frequency of orgasms, and I felt increasingly unable to satisfy my deeper carnal desires through video and audio.
Unconsciously, I forgot my research; the strong, young male body of the boy was becoming increasingly sexually attractive to me, and the deeper the familiarity we shared, the more it awakened a dormant part of me. I knew I could no longer control my body; my sense of chastity as a married woman had reached a breaking point. Undoubtedly, in this situation, I would one day meet the boy to seek the desire and pleasure that real flesh could bring. I looked forward to that day when my defenses crumbled.
"Sister, meet me?" After an online lovemaking climax, he made this request again: "Let's make love for real. How about it?"
I hesitated, the lingering excitement after the orgasm making me want to agree. I pondered; next Thursday would be the best time. I had no classes that afternoon, and my husband was scheduled to fly to Europe and wouldn't be back until Monday night of the following week. Could this be a real opportunity for an affair? A sudden surge of physical desire welled up within me, a desire that hadn't been satisfied—or rather, never been satisfied at all.
"Hmm," I typed, as if committing a crime, "Next Thursday." Seven days to go. Oh no. The dates are such a coincidence, exactly the day of ovulation. Could it be the moment that symbolizes being impregnated?
"Really? Want to meet me?"
"Yeah, but that day might be a little risky." He probably knows this means pregnancy.
"Great! I won't masturbate for the next few days! I'll save up! You'll absolutely love me. Maybe we'll even have a child, hehe."
"Really? These days, young men don't even use condoms?"
I thought to myself, but didn't show it. And so, we arranged a place, and I prepared to begin my "forbidden date," an affair. From that night on, I began to thoroughly care for my entire body, hoping not to show any signs of aging in front of him. I even bought a vaginal tightening gel and applied it every day. Although I had never had a child, I still hoped to make my vagina tighter and narrower, like a virgin's. That day, I dressed up deliberately, sprayed on perfume to stimulate my desire, wore a jumpsuit and short skirt, and sexy stiletto heels, as if I were going to attract males for mating. But I still rationally put the condom in my handbag.
My first impression of the boy was very good. He was healthy and energetic,
more than thirty centimeters taller than me. His robust and tall physique contrasted sharply with my petite and slender body, a typical beauty and the beast. The boy saw that I was petite and thin, yet dressed very sexily. The stark contrast in our proportions excited him even more, and his heightened lust helped me break free from societal norms. "I'm here for an affair," I thought.
Unfortunately, aside from the visual impact and anticipation, I didn't really care about him at the time, so I forgot most of the details of our initial greeting. Looking back, it was a regret, as it was a passionate moment that changed my life. In the afternoon
, we went into the hotel room he had arranged. The boy couldn't wait to lean in and kiss me. I didn't resist much; why would I resist? We held each other tightly, exchanging saliva. I could clearly feel his animalistic lust, moving from our intertwined lips to my genitals.
"Did you bring a condom?" I asked tactfully .
"Didn't I say I was going to ejaculate all over you? Of course I'm not wearing one! I've been holding back for so long, it's thick and plentiful," the boy said with a sly smile. The boy quickly and efficiently stripped me naked, until we were both completely naked. "Wow! You're so petite, it must be so tight down there, it must feel amazing to fuck you!"
I like this direct approach. Since we're here, this is how it is; there's no need to hide anything, it's just physical intimacy. The boy pulled me onto the bed and began kissing my breasts, slowly moving his kisses over my entire body, including my most private parts. I've never liked my husband kissing me there,
but after the boy's repeated teasing and pleading, I reluctantly agreed to let him kiss me. When the boy's private parts touched my genitals, I trembled and felt hot all over. His penis was so big, making me both expectant and afraid. That feeling, for a mature woman who had never truly experienced sexual satisfaction, was like opium; once you take it, you become addicted, sinking into an abyss from which you cannot escape. I was intoxicated by that intimate physical sensation. His lips were between my legs.
"Sister, you're so beautiful, I want to be with you forever," the boy said.
"Okay!" I replied.
A ray of afternoon sunlight danced through the gap in the closed curtains, flickering across my chest and occasionally landing on the back of the boy's head. The sunlight was still; what danced was the movement of our bodies. After a round of passionate kisses and caresses, real sex finally happened. His 18cm member plunged in hard,
and the full, stimulating pleasure of not using a condom sent a shiver down my
spine. My lower body felt like it was about to tear apart; his penis was just so thick and big! "Sister, I love you. Sister, wife…so tight…I'm finally inside you…I love you…I want to love you forever!"
The boy's face was pressed against my chest, and I could feel the burning heat of his tongue. Between my legs, his body was tightly gripped. That hard male flesh pressed against me. I could feel his testosterone surging intensely; his naked, unprotected penis seemed eager to plant the seed of life. He seemed to be trying to express something—desire? Possession? I didn't think about it; I only knew it was giving me unparalleled pleasure.
"Oh~so big~so good~kiss~darling~I love you~" I gasped and cried out. I had never cried out like that before, and I didn't know where I'd heard those words. I remember calling him "little brother," "older brother," "husband," and several other names, which I felt were the intimacy of physical intercourse.
"Sister wife... sister wife," the boy fiercely possessed me, shouting, "Are you comfortable? Am I fucking you comfortably? Say it! Say it!" At this moment, I no longer felt that the word "fuck" was a vulgar word—it was just a pure physical action.
"You're fucking me so comfortably!" I moaned, "Your 18cm big brother is fucking my pussy so good..."
Hearing my lewd words, the boy seemed even more excited. His penis skillfully touched every sexual nerve inside me, and he thrust into my depths with great domineering force. The tip of his penis was very thick, making my entire lower body go numb. I'm sure most women couldn't withstand the pleasure from such powerful thrusting.
"Fuck me to death, I love you fucking me..." I kept moaning this phrase
. "I want to fuck you like this for the rest of my life, to fuck you, to kiss you, to love you, sister, wife, will you marry me... please... please?" The boy roared as he thrust deeper into my body, bringing me even more intense pleasure. Our naked bodies, male and female, were deeply intertwined and swaying, our postures extremely obscene, the stimulation reaching its peak.
"So long... so thick!... Ahhhhhhh!" I cried out, "No..."
I reached my climax. At that moment, the boy had reached my deepest point. I shouldn't call him a boy; he was already a man. The man seemed to know my preferences. He plunged his penis deep into me, then rocked his firm hips, thrusting rhythmically and forcefully, each time reaching the very depths of my cervix. I felt as if my tight vagina was about to be torn apart, my narrow vagina about to burst. This intense pleasure was something I had longed for,
and my last shred of moral conviction for fidelity to my husband had been clouded. I was experiencing a strange feeling of physical betrayal, and his young, strong, thick, hard penis was sending me soaring to heaven. That sensation drove me truly mad. Every time he penetrated me, he brought me unbearable pleasure.
"Oh~ dear sister~ dear wife~ I'm going to cum for you~ I'm cumming for you~ dear sister~ I'm cumming... I'm cumming~ ah ah... ah ah." The man was aroused, his body bursting with energy.
I hurriedly said, "Good brother... stop... stop... ouch... don't go in anymore... quick... pull out... I can't cum in today... inside... ouch... don't go in... please..."
At this moment, he didn't care about me anymore. He was in the throes of pleasure and didn't want to stop. Completely ignoring my cries, he thrust in and out rapidly, like a storm, my eyes rolling back as I screamed, cried, and begged for mercy. Even worse… he used a pillow to elevate my hips, ensuring his semen flowed completely into my uterus. I felt him penetrating deeper and deeper with no sign of stopping or pulling out, and his penis inside me felt stronger and larger. I knew he was about to ejaculate.
I endured the pain of my vagina feeling like it was about to burst, cooperating with his thrusts, raising my hips and violently pumping upwards to allow him to penetrate even deeper. I also forcefully contracted my vaginal muscles, squeezing them together, ultimately giving him the utmost pleasure
. "Oh..." My vagina gradually contracted, a powerful pleasure washing over me. For me, it felt like a genetic union. My hips rose higher and higher to receive his thrusts.
"Sis! Can we do it together? I can't take it anymore. I'm going to shoot inside your uterus... inside you... until you're pregnant!" Hearing this, I became even more excited. My vagina contracted violently and spasmed, gripping his penis tightly. It was an expectant desire, like the breeding season for a living being, driven by instinct to reproduce. This pleasure never stopped. The boy kept saying and shouting that he wanted to get me pregnant! I wasn't really paying attention. Just a man's voice in my ear, combined with the physical satisfaction, seemed enough for me to enjoy. I accepted his semen that erupted inside me without hesitation.
"Sis! You're so tight! So good! I love you!" the boy said wildly. "Fuck you, I'm going to fuck you, fuck you until you're pregnant!"
"Ah..." When the first orgasm came, I had to use a lot of effort to suppress it so I wouldn't scream. But the rush of pleasure to my head made me feel intensely dizzy, confused, and excited. Then, I heard the boy shout, "Sis, I'm coming! I'm giving you seven days' worth! All of it! Oh! It's all inside you!"
His ferocious expression revealed the primal lust of procreation. The gushing torrent of male energy rushed swiftly and unimpeded deep into my body, into my uterus. Billions of sperm with vigorous reproductive power mercilessly entered my body and fertilized the egg. I raised my buttocks high, my legs high, clasped around his waist, my vagina pressed tightly against his penis, as if welcoming the arrival of the seed.
He continued to thrust wildly while ejaculating, continuously pumping semen deep into my uterus. I could only resign myself to it. Under the intense physical impact, with the arrival of semen, I gripped his back tightly, my legs wrapped around his waist like an octopus, receiving a warm, masculine stream that shot into my body, filling my uterus! This brought me to another climax, and I couldn't hold back anymore, letting out a moan: "Oh! Ah..."
I winced as I cried out, naturally raising my buttocks high to allow the semen to flow completely into my uterus. The feeling was so wonderful and comfortable; in fact, it was a cry filled with excitement and satisfaction. This continued for a long, long time,
riding on this intertwined pleasure, leading me to a world I had never experienced before. Our bodies remained tightly locked, feeling each other's breaths and heartbeats, and our excessively hot body temperatures. He held me tightly, our lower bodies pressed together, as if trying to impregnate me, thrusting in so tightly that there was no gap, preventing any semen from leaking out. I was already lost in a state of ecstasy. And so I let him do as he pleased.
He lay on top of me, kissing my lips passionately, his lower body motionless, but his penis continued to tremble and ejaculate the thick semen he had stored for seven days. I arched my buttocks upwards, straining my vagina to squeeze his penis tightly, trying to squeeze out as much as possible. He used the strength of his waist to thrust his penis in, sealing my vagina, wanting to keep all the hot, thick, white semen inside me, as if he absolutely wanted me to have his child. But he ejaculated too much, and some semen slowly seeped out from my vagina, which was filled with his penis.
After a long time, "Come on, sister." The boy left my body, suddenly grabbing my feet and raising my legs together. My God! He actually wanted me to get pregnant? Otherwise, why would he raise my legs so that his mature semen, which had been stored for a week, would stay in my uterus longer? With the contractions after orgasm, at least 90% of the sperm would reach my uterus! My uterus was filled with a large amount of semen that didn't belong to my husband. And with the impending pregnancy, a long-forgotten sense of guilt resurfaced.
"Sigh! I can't worry about that now." I shook my head, banishing these depressing thoughts. "That should be enough time, let's go take a shower." After nearly ten minutes of this, having completed the "reproduction task," he finally let go, satisfied. The boy pulled me to the bathroom. It was a five-star hotel, quite luxurious, and spacious enough for two people to shower together. He turned on the tap, the water jets spraying onto our naked bodies.
"Ahaha...it's so cold..." I laughed and shouted.
"Ice and Fire Fivefold Heaven..." The boy laughed.
"What?"
"Didn't you watch TV? Don't you know Ice and Fire Fivefold Heaven?" I shook my head.
"I'll teach you, don't move," the boy sprayed the showerhead water directly onto his genitals.
"What are you doing? Aren't you cold! Crazy!" I laughed and scolded
the boy. "Give me a blowjob, sis."
"I don't want to," I laughed. "You had that...sticky stuff on you just now..."
"It's all clean," the boy said. "Hurry up, wife..."
he pleaded. I couldn't resist. I bent down, looking at his half-erect penis, which seemed huge.
"The water's so cold, don't splash me..." I protested .
"Okay," the boy suddenly turned the water up to hot, then told me, "Open your mouth."
"What?" I asked.
"Take a sip of hot water, hurry up, take me in your mouth." The boy urged.
"Ice and Fire Fivefold Heaven?" I asked. "Yes, hurry up."
I scooped up some hot water with my palm and swallowed a mouthful. Then I took his in my mouth. His penis was still a little cold, and he cried out as soon as the hot water touched it. I don't do this often, but I didn't resist at all. His male body slowly regained its original hardness in my mouth.
"Ah~ wife..." the boy started to shout, "Come on! Come on! Hurry up."
He even grabbed my hair and used my mouth as his genitals, thrusting in and out repeatedly. "You... don't..." I felt a little humiliated by this action: "Don't do this!"
"Oh~ sister, I'm sorry, let me do you one more time! I love you, so I want to fuck you!" The boy impatiently lifted my body up, made me put my hands on the wall, and faced away from him.
He quickly entered me from behind, and I don't know why it was so easy. He entered, and my passion was rekindled. The feeling was different again. We made love again in the bathroom. He held my breasts as he entered me from behind, leaving a trail of kisses on my back.
I turned my head and saw myself in the mirror, being penetrated by the boy I had only met that day, my face full of lust. A strange feeling welled up inside me, so I automatically raised my buttocks higher, allowing him to penetrate deeper. After what seemed like an eternity, after changing positions twice, he placed me on the sink and began thrusting into me from the front. Then, the boy ejaculated. Just before he did, I had an orgasm, which made my vaginal muscles tighten, making it unbearable for him, and he too climaxed. While ejaculating, we continued to saliva on each other;
youth is indeed wild. Even after ejaculating twice, the boy was still enjoying my body. Afterwards, without cleaning, he carried me, still breathless, back to the bed and penetrated me again.
"Sister, will you divorce your husband and marry me?" the boy asked while penetrating me.
"Why?"
"Because I love you, I want to give you happiness, a lifetime of happiness." The boy started to get excited. "Like now?"
"Yes, I want to penetrate you for a lifetime, giving you orgasms every day, giving you happiness."
"Then penetrate me! My little brother husband! Come on! Penetrate me! Fill my little hole again! Give me happiness!"
Having already tasted the sweetness, I naturally wouldn't refuse his advances. Anyway, I didn't know what he would do to me after we left the room; I only knew that at this moment I needed him, and that was enough. I followed his lead, calling him "husband," and spreading my legs wider so he could irrigate my already soaking wet pussy.
I don't remember how many positions we changed, or how much semen he ejaculated inside me—maybe five times, maybe six. I only know that his penis was practically never leaving my body all afternoon.
The number of orgasms he gave me in just one afternoon was equivalent to the total for a year.
Besides penetrating me, I noticed he loved kissing me, leaving his kiss marks on my lips, breasts, and genitals, leaving me covered in sweat and his saliva.
After four hours of non-stop sex, I finally... He led me out of the hotel by the hand,
but our tryst wasn't over yet. He took me to a restaurant with private rooms for dinner.
We chose one, and since no one could see us, we sat close together like the most intimate couple, playing around while we ate.
He always liked to get handsy with me, making me feel weak all over.
After we were about 70% full, he suddenly pulled me into a hug, made me straddle him, and kissed me. I didn't flinch, opening my pink lips to welcome him.
We kissed back, our hands exploring each other's bodies, intertwined.
He reached out and pressed my full, firm breasts, kneading them. My nipples slowly hardened, and I breathed heavily, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him even more passionately.
We kissed like this for a long time, until finally he couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed me onto the sofa, spread my legs, and pulled down my underwear
. He stuck out his tongue, licking from my vaginal opening upwards to my clitoris. He began to tease and caress my clitoris. He kept circling and sucking,
"Mmm, mmm. Focus... mmm, gently." My cheeks were flushed, I was panting heavily, and moaning softly
. The boy continued to lower his head and lick my labia majora and minora. He held them in his mouth and sucked gently, making "sizzling" sounds from time to time. I couldn't stand such teasing. My vagina was unbearably itchy.
I reached out a hand, wanting the boy to lick my vagina
, but this time he wouldn't. He just wouldn't touch my vagina. I was being tormented, feeling both ashamed and anxious. I wanted to reach down and touch my genitals, but I was too shy to do so
. Helpless, I could only let him do as he pleased. I closed my eyes and continued to moan softly. The boy saw that I had closed my eyes, kissed me gently for a while, then stood up, took out his penis, and shoved it into my mouth.
"Mmm." Because this time he was a little too forceful, the boy's penis pressed against my throat, and I choked, tears welling up in my eyes.
He held my head down and began to thrust in and out
. I used my hand to cooperate, sucking in and out as well. The boy slowly released my head, stood up, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sensation.
I half-squatted up and vigorously stroked him, spitting out his penis and licking it with my tongue.
I saw that the veins on his penis were bulging, and the glans was bright red, covered with my saliva.
I started to masturbate him vigorously. Sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, I stroked him back and forth. Every now and then
I would lick his glans with my tongue. The boy, unable to control himself, began to thrust faster. I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I
increased my speed, contracted my cheeks, and gripped his penis tightly, matching his thrusts back and forth. The boy groaned, and I knew he was about to ejaculate
. Just as I was about to spit out his penis, he grabbed me and pressed me down, making me unable to move
. I saw his lower body thrust forward, and wave after wave of semen shot into my mouth. After ejaculating, my whole body trembled, but he still held my head down, preventing me from moving. My mouth
was full of semen, and I wanted to spit it out, but my head was held down by the boy,
and I couldn't break free. My mouth was also full of his penis, and I couldn't spit it out or swallow it. Semen spilled from the corner of my mouth
, which I had to swallow. Only then did he release me, pulling me close and kissing me.
"You bad boy, were you trying to kill me with coughing?" I shouted, wiping the semen from my mouth with a mixture of shame and anger. But before I could say another word, his kiss sealed my lips. He didn't seem to mind the mess, exchanging saliva
and kissing for a while before finally letting go. "Good sister, I still want you to be my wife, how could I bear to see you die! A man's semen is very beneficial to a woman's body, it can preserve youth and nourish the skin. From now on, I'll not only feed you down there, but I'll feed you up there too!" he said earnestly, looking at the boy. I didn't know whether to be angry or amused. My anger came and went quickly, but my lust reignited,
leaving me no time to think. The boy's penis was already erect again. Feeling a hard object pressing down on me, I looked down and saw that the boy's penis, which had just ejaculated, was still erect. It seemed like we could have a long battle going on. A sense of anticipation crept in, and my lower body involuntarily overflowed with lustful fluid.
"Good sister, look, I love you so much, you want it too, don't you?" The boy laughed heartily at my shyness.
"You bad boy." I rolled my eyes at him and scolded him lightly.
"Come on, sister wife, you worked hard just now, now it's your turn to enjoy yourself. I will serve my sister wife well. Hahaha."
The boy hugged me tightly. He kissed and kissed the back of my ears, blowing on them occasionally, then lightly touching them with the tip of his tongue, followed by a gentle yet continuous licking.
Then he took my earlobe into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue, and placed his hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers and kneading them. I trembled repeatedly, as if electrocuted, my body weak and limp, on the verge of collapse. My whole body was itchy yet indescribably comfortable.
I tightened my thighs, hunched my neck, and let my juices flow freely.
"Hmm...hmm...so good, keep going," I moaned softly, reaching out to stroke the boy's head and face with my eyes closed.
The boy laid me down on the sofa, locked the door, and undressed me. He began to roam over my body, from my shoulders to my waist, from my forehead to my navel, gently sucking or lightly touching them with the tip of his tongue. When he reached my swollen, red nipples, he took them into his mouth, lightly sweeping them with his tongue, sucking and exhaling. Then he would lightly touch them again. I immediately moaned repeatedly, squeezing my legs together, closing my eyes, and enjoying it to the fullest. The boy continued to lick my upper body, then reached out and gently pressed his thumb against my clitoris.
"Ah...ah...no...don't touch there, I can't take it."
"If you want it, you have to say so. Otherwise, I won't go in."
"No...ah...ah, I can't take it..."

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