Unforgettable love

She gets a lot of phone calls at night, mostly from men. She loves to chat on the phone for hours. She'll lean into my arms while she talks, and I'll unbutton her clothes and bra, touch her, kiss her, tease her. She'll get excited, put her hand inside my pants, squeeze my penis, turn off the phone, and then ask me to find a condom so we can have sex. Sometimes I'll stay with her all night. Sometimes, when she's menstruating, she'll tell me, "It's my period," and ask me to undress her and kiss her all over while she plays with my penis. Sometimes she's in a bad mood and won't let me, saying, "After we're done, when I wake up, you'll leave, and I'll feel really bad." I don't force her.

Although I still love her, and often think of her when I close my eyes, sometimes imagining her when I'm having sex with my wife, and even once calling her name in my dream, I know I can't be with her like before.

Once, when we went to the movies, she told me that she had dreamt the night before that many snakes were chasing her and trying to bite her, which scared her awake. I chuckled to myself, then seriously told her that it was because she hadn't had sex in a long time that she had this dream. She glared at me and said, "How dare you say that?" and pinched me hard. When we got home, we naturally started making love.

I was attacking her breasts and nipples, sucking on her earlobes and the base of her ears, kissing her neck, licking the soft hair under her armpits, kneading her itchy skin, and probing her navel with the tip of my tongue when she received a call from her sister. I thought my chance had come, so I immediately pulled down her panties, spread her thighs, and began to study and caress the most secret areas of her body that I had penetrated but never studied carefully. She quickly covered herself with one hand, and I took her hand and guided it to touch her already overflowing vulva, then let her little hand get wet with her juices and smear it on her clitoris. She was on the phone and didn't dare to stop or go any further.

I examined closely the genitals I'd had dozens of times but never really studied: There wasn't much pubic hair around the opening; it was thin and weak, clinging to the upper part of the labia majora. The labia majora were thick and dark red, while the labia minora were thin and small, standing erect on either side of the opening, a tender pink. This reminded me of what she'd said about her and her ex-husband living apart and having a strained relationship, implying they hadn't had much sex. We'd only had sex a few dozen times in the past few years.

The opening was still just a slit, but fluid was constantly flowing out, already trickling down to her inner thighs and anus, dripping onto the sheets, emitting a faint, sweet fragrance mixed with a salty, fishy smell—completely different from the vaginas of other girls—whose labia were often dark and their labia minora knotted. She was truly my love, both emotionally and physically!

She was still on the phone, and I couldn't hold back any longer. So I buried my face between her legs and began to lick her vulva. I started by licking the inside of her thighs, then thrust my tongue directly into the entrance of her vagina, which my penis had penetrated countless times, deep inside, licking and sucking the fluids from the walls. At that moment, a gush of vaginal fluid burst forth, pouring directly into my mouth. While she was talking, she let out a soft "hmm," then pressed my head down with one hand. After a few sucks, a large amount of fluid gushed out. I used my tongue to carry the gushing fluid upwards,... The entire "Venus mound"

and clitoris were soaked, and I began to shift my attack: I used the tip of my tongue to peel back the outer skin of the pearl, and when I moistened the pearl with a mixture of saliva and honey, the little angel twitched all over, twisted her buttocks, and made a series of "uh-huh" sounds, and then continued to talk to her sister. I continued to tease the swollen and translucent clitoris with my lips and the tip of my tongue, and gently ran my teeth along the base of the pearl. She increased the speed of her twisting, pressed my head with her free little hand, and spoke faster.

I continued my oral assault, nibbling at the entire Venus mound and the black pubic hair above it with my mouth and teeth, licking and sucking from bottom to top with my tongue, targeting the vagina, labia, and clitoris without missing a beat, speeding up the manipulation of the clitoral hood and the base of the clitoris, even lightly biting those two tender flesh. My large hands didn't miss her erect breasts and the nipples standing on top, increasing the pressure and speed of the kneading. She would moan with every word she spoke, then tell her sister, "My throat is a little sore, I have to go now, goodbye," and then hang up, starting to moan loudly. A few seconds later, she shouted again, "Hurry up, moan... hurry up and come in, stop licking," finally letting out a low, trembling sound as her first orgasm arrived! Then, she grabbed my head with both hands, squeezed her thighs together, and pulled me up, pressing me against her body, as if urging me to quickly use my penis to explore her tender hole.

Then, she didn't forget to take off my glasses, close her eyes, and use her small mouth to find my lips. I used my tongue, which was covered in her vaginal fluid and carried her own salty and fishy taste, to directly invade her mouth, engaging in a frenzied tongue battle with her. Soon, our mouths were filled with the juices from her two mouths and my saliva. That wonderful, indescribable mixture of scents was like an aphrodisiac, bringing us to a state of ecstasy.

She asked if I had a condom with me. I nodded, fumbled for one, tore it open, and handed it to her. Then I stuck out my buttocks, revealing the "drill bit." She helped me put it on and guided it to her entrance. I hesitated to enter, only gently exploring at the entrance. She couldn't wait any longer. She spread her legs wide, pressed down on my buttocks, and finally, we were joined. She let out a long sigh of relief and began a new phase.

Inside this beautiful vagina, which felt like a hot water bottle, I comfortably remained inside her, watching her reaction. She seemed a little annoyed and whispered, "Move!" She slapped my buttocks and squeezed me tighter. I smiled and started thrusting. Because of the condom, I couldn't feel if my glans was touching her clitoris; I only heard her little puppy whimpering. I asked her if she wanted to come on top. She said no, she was too tired. I could only keep thrusting into her, kneading her clitoris and clitoral hood with my hands, trying to bring her to a second orgasm. But she pulled my hands away and wanted me to hold her tight. Seeing she was close to climaxing, I increased the speed of my thrusts, hearing only the sounds of water and the slapping of our genitals. I suddenly remembered that phrase—"Man on top, flesh in flesh, thrusting up and down, endless pleasure"—and recited it to her. She closed her eyes, smiled, sealed my mouth with hers, squeezed me tighter with her legs, and hugged me even more tightly, making me worried I might flatten her breasts.

At first, she used her vaginal muscles to grip my penis, but later she lost strength, even her moans became softer, and she let me thrust into her. I went faster and faster, and with a thrust of my glans, I ejaculated. We both let out long moans. My penis twitched incessantly inside her. She first hugged me tighter, then became like a pile of cotton, letting me tremble and go limp on top of her. I lay motionless on top of her, my penis still inside her vagina, and she remained silent. After a long while, she suddenly cried out, "Did you ejaculate inside or did it leak?" She immediately reached down to our genitals, touched it, smelled it, and said, "It seems like it leaked. What if I get pregnant? You don't care about me." Then she rolled over to wash. I told her it was her fluid, not to worry, and showed her the stains on the sheets.

I waited for her to finish showering. When she came, she laughed and said, "I'm not washing you anymore. You have to take my scent with you when you go back. I'm going to find someone to marry anyway, so I'll just spend the last bit with you." Then, she made me sit on the edge of the bed and hold her. I stroked her silky skin, her breasts, nipples, navel, and pubic hair. She then had me suck on my finger, still glistening with her vaginal fluids. Afterward, she got up and faced the dressing mirror opposite us, admiring her large breasts from left to right, then patted her lower abdomen and said, "I've gained weight again, my belly is bigger, what should I do? I need to lose weight!" I quickly said, "Don't shrink your breasts and butt, otherwise it won't be as nice to touch later." She gave me a fierce glare.

After that, I went to work in another city. Sometimes we'd talk on the phone, and she'd tell me about her new boyfriend, how things were going, etc. A couple of days ago, she told me she was going to get her marriage certificate and wouldn't be able to "comfort" me anymore.

I think our love will last forever, but our physical relationship should end. To commemorate 11 years of knowing each other, 5 years of having sex, and 1.5 years of our last time having sex, I'm writing our story down online as a lasting memorial, a memorial to my forever little angel and puppy love.

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