Perfect sex

This happened last month. It was a Saturday, a day I both looked forward to and felt incredibly bored with. Work was usually so busy I felt overwhelmed, so I was hoping the weekend would be a chance to relax. My wife, as usual, got up early, washed up, said goodbye, and left. I don't like sleeping in, so after tossing and turning in bed for a while, I lazily sat up, habitually washed up, and sat on the sofa in the living room in my pajamas. Too lazy to turn on the TV, I casually flipped through the day's newspaper. It was the weekend, and the newspaper had very little content. After reading for a short while, I leaned against the armrest and started daydreaming. The house felt strangely empty.
I'm an automotive engineer, and thanks to China's current favorable economic situation, the entire automotive industry is booming. My work has become incredibly important, and time has become the scarcest resource; I wish I could be in two places at once. Entertainment has become a foreign concept to me. My wife, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. She only works one or two days a week, spending most of her time figuring out where to relax. A while ago, she became obsessed with hiking and formed a hiking group with some like-minded netizens. Every Saturday, they would meet up to go hiking in the suburbs. So, for the past few Saturdays, I've been the only one left at home.
My mind was blank; I absentmindedly focused on my breathing, idly fidgeting with my fingers. Suddenly, the image of a woman appeared in my mind—it was her.
Her name is Xiao Liang, a literature master's student from a prestigious university. She was my wife's former roommate and best friend, a smart, cheerful, and sensible girl. She's a thoughtful and kind woman who likes to take care of others. My wife and I have known her for four years. I haven't had much personal contact with her, yet I have a strange fondness for her. I don't know why, but I always feel like we were one person in a past life, only separated into male and female in this one. Perhaps it's because we're so alike; our ways of thinking, our methods of handling things, and the types of friends we associate with are strikingly similar. When we chat occasionally, I jokingly say she's the female version of me, and she says I'm the male version of her. My wife often tells me that we have a lot in common. But whenever she mentions her, I don't want to say much; I always feel guilty.
It's not the first time I've thought about her when I'm alone, but it's always just a fleeting thought. But that day, I had a strong urge to see her. So I dialed her number. It was early; she was probably still asleep and didn't answer. A little later, I received a text message: "Who is this?"
Right, she didn't have my number; my wife usually contacted her. I found her number a few days ago in my wife's phone; I saved it secretly so I could see her alone. So, my desire to see her that day wasn't really impulsive; it was premeditated. It was premeditated because I'd imagined meeting her alone countless times. I admit, in every imagining, there was a scene of us making love, and each time it was accompanied by a satisfying masturbation. Only this time, I decided to actually ask her out!
I replied: "Your Uncle!"
This is a common opening line I use when joking with her. This is how I usually introduce myself when I answer my wife's calls.
Sure enough, she called back a moment later: "Hey, what's up?"
I said, "My wife's out having fun, and I'm bored. I'd like to find a little girl to keep me company. Are you free? Come over to my place, let's chat!"
She laughed: "Get lost, what's up?"
I said: "It's this, really!"
I said: "I really am the one who called you."
She said: "Okay, see you in a bit."
Her quick agreement was exactly what I expected. Because we really are so alike. I'm someone who's willing to help others and enjoys having ambiguous feelings with the opposite sex, especially with her. I have good feelings for her, so I'm sure she feels the same way.
An hour and a half later, I heard a knock on the door. She's here!
To be honest, her outfit was a little disappointing. A simple, ordinary white shirt and black trousers. It was clear she hadn't made any effort to dress up. Actually, I've rarely seen her dress up intentionally; she's always very casual. But I still had a slight hope that she could dress up to be more attractive to me.
She looked around my house with a bit of curiosity and said, "Your wife really isn't home?"
I replied half-jokingly, "She went out to play, so I'm taking this opportunity to have a date with you alone!"
She casually sat down on the single seat on the sofa. I sat in the main seat, and the conversation began.
The entire conversation was rather uninteresting; our topics and opinions were surprisingly aligned, with no arguments or surprises. Plus, my mind wasn't really on simply chatting with her, so I felt a little bored and anxious, hoping for a chance to take things further. However, she never revealed a hint of flirtation, and the entire conversation seemed to be dominated by her; my desires never had a chance to succeed. Moreover, the more we talked, the more I felt she was a smart, sensible, and independent girl, so I became even more hesitant to make any rash moves. The whole morning passed like this.
Looking at the time, it was already past noon. I suggested treating her to lunch, and then we'd go to karaoke, and she agreed. So we left the house. As she left the house, she took out her phone and said, "Send your wife a text message and tell her I'm on a date with you." I stopped her, saying, "No, she's different from you and me. I'd have to explain. Don't tell her." She nodded.
We ate dinner and went to a karaoke bar. In the dimly lit room, we sat side by side on the sofa. I sang a few old songs and then sat there listening to her sing. She sang with great enthusiasm, her voice unbelievably beautiful. I almost forgot my initial intention to have sex with her, and just stared at her passionate performance. Time passed, and my desire was stirred again. Looking at her so closely, my heart grew even more uneasy. Her skin was so white and delicate. Watching her lips move with the music, I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her several times, but I never did. That's how it is with smart girls; it seems like she's in control of the situation. Her confidence and composure left me at a loss. Until 4 p.m., when she asked to leave, I didn't make any improper moves.
We left the karaoke bar, deciding to go our separate ways since we were going to different places. After saying goodbye, she turned and walked away. Suddenly, something occurred to me, so I called her back and asked for her QQ number. She gave it to me. Satisfied, I left, knowing there was more to come.
Back home, I turned on my computer and eagerly added her as a friend. The verification message was still: "Your Uncle."
She didn't come online. The next day, I accepted the request, but she still wasn't online.
I started work. Still incredibly busy, my online time was very limited, and her QQ avatar remained gray. I left her a message: "Your Auntie, I never see you all day, what are you doing?"
The next day, near the end of the workday, her avatar finally started flashing. I quickly clicked on it, and we started chatting online.
This chat laid a good foundation for our eventual perfect sexual encounter.
At first, we exchanged pleasantries. Then we talked about my marital relationship with my wife and her marriage plans with her boyfriend. I only made some tentative, flirtatious jokes, and she didn't shy away from them, engaging in conversation.
Her insight into people's psychology was first-rate, and her words made me feel very cared for. She naturally understood my feelings, and I mentioned how I had felt for her when we sang together that day, even wanting to kiss her. After she stated that she wouldn't do anything foolish, she openly discussed sex with me.
Her openness put me at ease, and I also openly talked to her about my concerns regarding sex with my wife. She was indeed very sexually experienced; she was certainly not a promiscuous woman, just someone who had had a few more relationships than me.
In comparison, my sexual experience, aside from what I've accumulated with my wife over the years, is at best limited to sexual experiences or encounters. So our chat turned into her sex education for me. She taught me, based on her own experience, how to find passion, how to please my wife. She even used examples from her experience to tell me about making love in the bathroom, the wonderful feeling of having sex while showering together, and how to make a woman easily reach orgasm… The entire chat revolved around sex, and I felt very excited, a very pleasant and comfortable feeling. You know, discussing such topics with a woman you admire isn't something everyone has the opportunity to do.
I thoroughly enjoyed the chat; I got erections several times, and I'm sure she felt the same way.
In the following online chats, we naturally drifted into discussions about sex. I would occasionally jokingly invite her to have sex, expressing my desire to do so, and telling her that the quality of my and my wife's sex life had improved significantly in recent days, all thanks to her guidance. I also told her that she had become the main object of my sexual fantasies, and that I thought of her every time we had sex. While she refused my invitation, citing her conscience preventing her from having an affair with me, she continued our provocative and sensitive conversation with great interest, even including many of our private matters.
I learned that she had many erogenous zones; she enjoyed rougher, deeper kisses, and preferred penetration from behind for a more intense sensation… While I experienced a lot of pleasure chatting with her, I also clearly sensed that she actually longed for sex, but was hesitant, given that my wife was her good friend and she and her current boyfriend were just entering a passionate relationship. She was afraid of causing trouble for herself.
At this point, I wasn't particularly eager to have sex with her. I didn't want just a one-night stand; I wanted her trust, just as I trusted her.
So I told her I firmly believed we shared the same principles: not hurting families, not breaking up families, not causing each other any trouble, and ensuring our happiness.
In the following conversations, we progressed to a stage of mutual flirting. We were engaging in what's known as "cyber sex" rather discreetly. Every day when I arrived at work, the first thing I did was turn on my computer and open QQ. Her avatar would always start flashing soon after. I'd send her a video call invitation, and she'd readily accept. The screen would show her wearing only underwear or pajamas, and I'd send her provocative messages. She'd playfully perform various seductive actions as I requested. Keep in mind, I was working in a large office with 20 people, and the tension and excitement were almost unbearable for me. I nearly ejaculated several times, and she told me she was already soaking wet.
Although she wouldn't completely expose her body to me on screen, I knew I would soon be actually inside her.
Last Friday, I sent her another invitation, and she readily agreed. A perfect sexual encounter between me and the beautiful female master's student was about to begin.
That night, I was so excited I couldn't sleep, imagining us making love wildly in all sorts of positions the next day. To let her experience my stamina, I decided to ejaculate beforehand. So I teased my wife, and we had a rare passionate encounter. My wife was very satisfied, and I was looking forward to it.
I slept until early, and my wife still hurriedly got up to wash and dress. After getting dressed, she happily kissed me, said goodbye, and left.
I stretched on the bed for a while, then suddenly sat up. I quickly washed up, tidied up the room, and sent her a text message: Come on, I'm waiting for you! She replied quickly: Coming in a bit!
Half an hour later, she arrived. I liked her outfit this time—a simple, loose tank top paired with casual shorts, giving off a casual sexiness. When she entered the room, an absurd comedy was playing on TV. She hurriedly changed into slippers, pretending to like it, and plopped down on the sofa, grabbing the remote and excitedly watching: This movie is really interesting!
I knew she was being deliberately coy to avoid awkwardness if we went straight to the point, so I didn't say anything and just sat down next to her, fiddling with her hair.
She stared at the TV, seemingly nonchalant. I let her left ear peek out and gently blew air into it. She tensed her shoulders, turned slightly to the side, and shook her head slightly to avoid me, her eyes still on the TV.
I held her head, brought my mouth close, and flicked my tongue around her ear before sucking on her earlobe. She reacted, closing her eyes and slightly twisting her neck to meet my movements.
I slid my tongue across her face, searching for her mouth, and she immediately came to meet me. I licked her lips, our tongues intertwining, and then I took her tongue in my mouth and sucked hard. Our lips were pressed together, and we kissed deeply, our heads twisting.
I supported her head with my right hand, continuing to kiss her mouth, while my left hand began to caress her body. I slipped my left hand inside her wide collar and grasped her breast. Her breasts weren't full, just the right size to be filled with one hand, but they were very smooth and elastic. I alternately kneaded her breasts with slightly different pressure, gently flicking her nipples with my thumbs. Her reaction became more pronounced; she wrapped her arms around my neck, and the remote control slipped from her hand and fell to the floor with a clatter. My right hand slid down her back, lifted her vest, and with a gentle flick of my fingers, her bra popped open. My left hand also slipped from her neckline, pushed her bra aside from below, and began to caress her breasts.
We slid down onto the sofa, entwined, and I shifted her body upwards, pressing myself against her as I continued my actions. I grasped her breasts with both hands, kneading them incessantly, while my mouth continued to suck on her tongue, eliciting soft moans from her throat.
I freed my right hand and moved downwards, past her shorts, caressing her legs. My palm slid back and forth on the inside and outside of her thighs, seemingly casually brushing against her genitals; she probably felt a little ticklish and lifted her legs.
I then moved off her, kneeling on the floor, to allow for more vigorous movements. I held her head with my left hand, continuing to kiss her, while my free right hand roamed freely over her body.
I alternated between kneading her breasts, sliding down to unbutton and zipper her shorts, not rushing to take them off. Instead, I gently stroked her slightly protruding genitals through the shorts, her legs spread wide in response.
I reached behind her, grabbed the edge of her shorts, and pulled them down to her knees. She lifted her legs, and I quickly ripped them off, tossing them aside. She was wearing a small, tight-fitting pair of cute cartoon-patterned panties. I didn't rush to undress her, savoring the moment.
I began kissing her entire upper body, my eyes fixed on her cute panties, my right hand still stroking her mons pubis through them.
With her nipple in my mouth and her genitals in my right, I suddenly had a good idea. I lifted her head, gesturing for her to stand up. She asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you doing?" I laughed and said, "Come on, let's go over there." I pulled her to the large dressing mirror by the door. I hugged her from behind, my left hand cupping her breast, my right hand cupping her genitals. We faced the mirror like that.
She placed her hands on the mirror, and we admired the actions of the two people reflected in it. I slowly pulled off her tank top and bra, leaving her in only a camisole. I squeezed her breasts from behind, then slowly kissed her back, slowly squatted down, grabbed her panties, and slowly pulled them down.
I grabbed her full, firm, white buttocks, kissing her skin while admiring her naked body in the mirror. Her pubic hair was thick.
I stood up and took off my pajamas. The mirror showed two naked people pressed together. I placed my already hard penis between her thighs, my right hand reaching around to help the glans press firmly against her vulva, then, while thrusting my hips, I teased her clitoris with my fingers.
Her clitoris began to harden, and her vaginal fluid increased. She seemed to enjoy the stimulation, her breathing becoming heavy. She reached back to touch my head, wanting to kiss me.
I turned her around and kissed her, my left hand holding her body while my right hand continued to stimulate her clitoris. Her moans grew louder.
My right fingers were already wet with her fluids, and I tentatively pushed them deeper, gently stirring my middle finger at the entrance of her vagina before suddenly hooking it upwards and inserting it. She let out a soft moan, her legs tightening briefly before relaxing again, bending her knees slightly and lowering her body to accommodate my penetration. I held her tightly with my left arm, kissing her upper body, while my right middle finger slowly moved in and out of her vagina. Her breathing became even heavier, interspersed with distinct moans, her lower body contracting and relaxing in rhythm with my movements.
I quickened my pace, my hand becoming increasingly wet, and suddenly inserted my ring finger as well. Her moans turned into cries of "Ahhh!" I rapidly thrust two fingers in and out of her vagina. I knelt down on one knee, supporting her buttocks with my left hand, and thrust my fingers even deeper. Each time I penetrated, I touched the muscles inside her vagina—probably the cervix. She bent her legs, pressed her hands against my shoulders, and let out sharp moans. "
Come in, I can't take it anymore!" she pleaded.
I stood up, pulled over a dining chair, placed it in front of the mirror, turned her body so her back was to me, and gestured for her to bend over. She complied, placing her hands on the chair, her buttocks raised. I gripped my somewhat limp penis, rubbing the glans against her labia. After a few strokes, my penis became erect again. I aimed the thick glans at her vagina and thrust in, beginning to pump.
We watched the couple making love in the mirror, like watching an adult film we ourselves starred in—it was incredibly stimulating.
My thrusting became faster and faster, each deep thrust slamming into her buttocks. She cried out, one hand reaching behind her to try and stop me. She weakly cried, "Ah, I can't take it anymore!"
Her movements and cries only fueled my energy. I gripped her shoulder with one hand and her breast with the other, my thrusts becoming even more powerful and rapid.
After what seemed like over two thousand thrusts, my penis remained firm, and I felt no urge to ejaculate.
She began to scream, "Ah, ah! I can't take it! I can't take it!"
Then she collapsed to her knees, slumped onto a chair, and said, "I can't take it anymore, let's rest."
My penis slipped out of her. Seeing her limp body, my desire intensified. I pulled her up and dragged another chair over, placing it side-by-side. I made her lie down on the chair. She complied, one hand gripping the backrest, the other supporting her thigh, her legs spread wide.
I grasped my penis, aimed it at her genitals, and thrust it in again.
I alternately squeezed and kneaded her breasts with my hands while thrusting rapidly below. Looking at my decent figure in the mirror, and at the beautiful master's student beneath me moaning and groaning from my ministrations, I felt an indescribable pleasure and satisfaction.
The chair was very unstable, and I had to adjust my position every now and then. Not satisfied. I kept thrusting, picked her up, and continued thrusting as I walked towards the bedroom.
I placed her on the bed, adjusted my position, and put her legs on my shoulders. A new round of intense bombardment began.
I thrust frantically, my hands not idle either, squeezing her breasts while flicking her nipples with my thumbs in rhythm with my thrusts.
Every minute or so, she would cry out that she couldn't take it anymore. It seemed she was having quite frequent orgasms.
We were both covered in sweat, and she considerately grabbed a towel from the bed to wipe my sweat, saying in a sweet voice, "You're making my breasts and my lower body feel so good!"
I did feel tired; my legs and abdominal muscles were a little weak and sore, but I didn't feel like ejaculating. I slowed my thrusting and collapsed onto her.
She said a little shyly, "You still can't ejaculate? What are we going to do?"
I panted and said, "It's okay. It's just halftime; the real show is in the second half."
I rested on top of her like that, my penis slowly softening inside her vagina before finally slipping out.
She lay on her back on the bed, and I lay beside her, my hand on her body, resting.
We were both a little tired and lay there for several minutes without moving. Suddenly, a man's voice came from the living room, startling me: "Lazybones, lazybones, answer the phone!" It was her phone ringing. I knew it was her boyfriend calling. We both opened our eyes. She seemed startled too, and a little flustered, pushed my hand away, saying, "My husband." She tried to get up to answer the phone. I had another mischievous idea. I held her down and said, "I'll get it for you." I got up,
went to the living room, and took the ringing phone from her bag, handing it to her: "I told you you weren't up yet!"
She answered the phone, feigning being woken up, and lazily said, "Hello? Ah~, I haven't gotten up yet~, what's up~, just tell me..."
She lay flat on my bed, naked, chatting with her boyfriend. The conversation seemed quite important; they were discussing how to fill out some form, but I couldn't explain it clearly right away.
I stood by the bed, watching this scene, and suddenly I was aroused again. I gently placed my hands on her thighs, stroking them up and down. She grabbed my hand and frowned, signaling me to stop. I wasn't going to stop. I used my right hand to hold down her mischievous hand, and put my left index finger to my lips to signal her to be quiet. Then I started playing with her thick pubic hair.
She still wouldn't let me do as I pleased, shifting her body towards the headboard, trying to sit up. I naturally wouldn't allow it, pressing down on her legs and holding her body still. I mouthed to her again: Don't move!
She nervously shook her head slightly, frowned, and mouthed, "Please, don't!"
I wouldn't let such a stimulating opportunity pass me by. I pressed my entire body against hers, bringing my mouth close to her other ear, gently but firmly warning her, "Don't move, I promise I won't make a sound."
Then I lifted myself up, and she indeed stopped resisting, lying relaxed on the bed, her white skin contrasting sharply with her dark, thick pubic hair, her lower abdomen rising and falling with her breath.
I looked at her naked body, smiling wickedly, while she glared at me with feigned anger and helplessness.
I began to grope her.
I first grabbed her breasts with both hands and kneaded them, then brought my mouth to them, alternating between sucking on her nipples, which soon became erect. She endured the stimulation, forcing herself to continue talking on the phone with her boyfriend in a normal tone.
I stood up, admiring the beauty before me like a work of art, and then became even more unrestrained.
I pulled her body closer, spread her legs apart, and placed them on the edge of the bed. Then I squatted down to examine her genitals closely. She covered her vulva with her hands, trying to stop me from looking. I removed her hands and put them aside. She then closed her legs, but I used my arm to separate them. She didn't resist anymore, allowing me to examine her vulva up close.
Her entire vulva was a very pinkish color, probably because her skin was very fair. The color of her labia was also very beautiful, not at all like a woman with a lot of sexual experience. They were full and red, not dark at all, like a young girl's. However, because of the fluids from the recent intercourse, the surrounding pubic hair was tangled and stuck to the surface, making it look a little unclean.
I used both hands to part her labia and peek inside. The intense, repeated friction had made the inside of her labia and vaginal opening a bright red. My movement stimulated her, and a thin layer of fluid seemed to have appeared on them, making them look even more translucent. This completely open, dreamlike cave was truly alluring. I even had the urge to give her oral sex. You see, I had never given my wife oral sex before. Looking at her bright red, slightly contracting vaginal opening, I really wanted to lean in and lick it, but I still felt a little dirty after what we had just done, so I didn't do it. However, I immediately had a new, wicked idea.
I let go of her, used all fours to get to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a dildo that I had kept hidden away for a long time. My wife and I had bought it out of curiosity, but she only used it once and then said it was boring and put it away without ever touching it again. This time, I put it to use. I also tore open a condom and put it on. I did all this with my back to her, so she wouldn't see. She curiously nudged me, wanting to see what I was up to. I turned and grinned mischievously, hiding something in my hand by the bedside before returning to my previous spot.
She tried to get up to see what I was doing, but I held her down, signaling her not to move. She rolled her eyes at me and lay back down to continue her phone call. I squatted in front of her genitals, covering her opening and rubbing it. The muscles around her vulva were plump and soft, feeling wonderful to the touch. I rubbed my palm against her vaginal opening, and sure enough, some fluid appeared again after a while. I raised the dildo in my hand, aimed it at her clitoris, gently rubbed it a few times, and then slowly inserted it into her vagina. She was a little confused, not knowing what I had put inside. She squeezed her legs together, but I blocked her with my arm, preventing her from getting up. She reached out and touched the dildo, immediately lunging backward. I quickly got up, pressed down on her, and with one hand holding the dildo, I had already inserted it to the bottom of her vagina. She glared at me, trying to struggle.
I used my leg to pin her leg down, then leaned close to her other ear and whispered, "Don't be afraid, it's clean. I put on a condom. Don't move."
She gritted her teeth, twisting and struggling. I pressed down on her; her struggles were futile. My hand, holding the dildo, hadn't been idle, thrusting in and out.
She controlled her tone, pretending to be angry, pushing against my shoulders and squeezing her legs together forcefully. She had to be quiet throughout, so she didn't use much force, and it didn't affect my movements at all. Realizing her efforts were futile, she glared at me, turned her head, and closed her eyes. Heh, she'd submitted again.
I relaxed her body, sat beside her, put my legs on her stomach, one hand caressing her breasts, the other holding the dildo, thrusting it in and out of her vagina.
I tried to speed things up, and she actually made a sound, then quickly realized what was happening and explained to the person on the other end of the phone, "I'm turning over!" Then she looked at me with a pleading expression and mouthed, "Stop!"
Seeing her pitiful look, I stopped, but didn't pull the dildo out of her vagina. Looking at the large dildo inserted in her lower body, I felt excited; my real penis was already erect again. I straddled her, gripped my penis, and used the head to tap her nipples, which became erect again! Her phone call
was ending, and I heard her husband ask, "Honey, are you naked now?" She looked at me with a slightly playful expression and replied, "Yeah, I'm not up yet, what's up?" Her husband's words almost made me laugh: "Honey, I want to have sex with you!" She immediately replied, "Get lost, is there anything else? If not, I'm going to sleep!" Then she hung up.
She threw the phone aside, struggled to get up, and shouted, "How disgusting! Get off me!"
I chuckled and teased her a bit before getting off her. She sat up, slowly pulled the dildo still inserted in her vagina, and raised it to hit me. I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto myself, asking, "How was it? Was it exciting?" She still feigned anger: "You're so perverted! You scared me to death!"
I laughed and put her down, saying, "Let's take a shower, you're all sweaty."
She said okay!
We went into the bathroom together
and started showering together. We were pressed tightly together, sharing a showerhead, our bodies wet and slippery. She turned her body back and forth to get a thorough rinse, her two plump breasts rubbing against me, and my penis, being swayed by her buttocks, began to rise again.
I wrapped my arms around her body, sliding my hands up and down, washing her body while enjoying her skin. I squeezed some shampoo onto her pubic hair and carefully washed it. She chuckled, "You wash your wife often, don't you? You're quite skilled!" I had her rinse off, then found my wife's feminine wash, squeezed some into my palm, and had her spread her legs. I knelt down and began to carefully clean her genitals. She laughed and cooperated, saying, "You're quite attentive!"
I gently rubbed her genitals; the lubrication from the wash felt wonderful. She enjoyed my caresses with her legs apart, and I could tell she was aroused. She leaned against the wall, her expression becoming absorbed. I gestured for her to squat down too. She did.
We squatted face to face, legs crossed, my hands still rubbing her genitals, and I started kissing her. I took her hand and placed it on my erect penis, and she understood and began to stroke it. We kissed and played with each other like that. She started making moaning sounds. I inserted my fingers into her vagina; due to the lubrication and her squatting position, her vagina was wide open. I cleaned her genitals and anus thoroughly, inside and out. Her sensations became increasingly pronounced, and the hand stroking my penis gradually tightened, her moans growing clearer.
I released her, and she took a deep breath, resting her chin on my shoulder, and said softly, "You're amazing!" I chuckled, "There's more to it than that." I reached for the showerhead and began rinsing her genitals. The water was intensely stimulating, and she couldn't quite handle it, quickly trying to shield herself with her hand: "No, it itches!"
I turned the water down and thoroughly rinsed her vagina inside and out. Then I had her stand up, propping one leg on the toilet seat. I squatted in front of her, bringing my mouth to her genitals and beginning to give her oral sex.
I first gently teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, then swirled my tongue around it. Next, I pressed my lips against her vulva and began to lick her clitoris, occasionally sucking on her labia. Her freshly washed genitals were very clean, and the feel of them was slippery, like eating ice cream. After licking for a while, her genitals began to secrete lubrication, which felt slightly sour. Because of our position, I had to tilt my head back forcefully, and her pubic hair was uncomfortable against my lips and nose, so I turned her around, making her place her hands on the toilet seat, legs spread, and buttocks raised. I started licking her genitals from behind.
While sucking on her labia, I gently pressed her anus with my right thumb. She made sharp "ah-ah" sounds in rhythm with my pressing.
I became interested in her anus, tensing my tongue and gently touching her clitoris with the tip. She also liked this feeling, breathing rapidly and loudly, and freeing one hand to masturbate on her clitoris. I cupped her buttocks, licking her labia and anus.
As I licked, I had a wicked idea. I reached under the sink, opened the small cabinet, took out the olive oil my wife used for beauty treatments, squeezed some out, and applied it to my fingers and her anus. She understood what I meant, but didn't move, only saying softly, "Is it okay? I'm afraid it will hurt!" I said, "It's okay, just try it. If it doesn't work, we won't do it."
Then I tentatively inserted my middle finger into her anus, first only a little bit, then back and forth a few times to let the lubricant soak in. She didn't object, so I continued to push it in. After a few more attempts, I had inserted the first joint of my middle finger. I didn't dare to go in too fast, after all, it was her anus. I took the olive oil with my left hand, squeezed some onto her anus, and then started thrusting my right middle finger in and out of her anus, moving it around for a while to make the lubrication more thorough.
She continued masturbating, making soft moaning sounds. To make her more comfortable, I started kneading her breasts with my left hand. Since she was facing down, her breasts were sagging, and they swayed with each kneading.
My right hand didn't stop; I continued to penetrate deeper into her anus, slowly thrusting in and out, each insertion going in a little deeper. Her anus adapted to the process and became increasingly relaxed. My middle finger was almost completely inside.
I asked her, "Does it hurt?" She said, "I don't feel anything, just a little itchy."
I felt confident and started to gently stir my middle finger to open her anus wider. I squeezed some olive oil on it; the slippery, oily feeling dispelled her concerns, and she completely relaxed. After my repeated dilation, her anus was now wide open, forming a small opening. I took my fingers out, stood up, squeezed some olive oil onto my hand, and applied it to my penis. My penis had been a little limp from the previous exertion, but after a few strokes, it became erect again. I held the base of my penis, pressing the glans against her anus and rubbing it a few times. I said to her, "Relax, let's try it."
She considerately bent her legs slightly to make the position more comfortable for me. I measured it a couple of times and found the size difference between my glans and her anus was too significant, making penetration unlikely, so I didn't force it. I applied some more lubricant, first inserting my thumb and stirring it around a few times, then forcefully pulling her buttocks apart. By this time, her anus had adapted to the stimulation and was quite open. I seized the opportunity, pressing the glans against her again and pushing inward. She actually cooperated, arching her back. I asked her, "Does it hurt?" She replied heavily, "It's okay, I don't feel anything." I continued to
push forward, and the entire glans was forced in at once. She let out a cry. I said, "The head is in, how does it feel?" She sighed: "I don't feel anything, it's a bit like taking a dump!"
I chuckled: "Relax, once the head's in, it'll be easier!" Then I squeezed some more lubricant onto my penis, spread it evenly, and continued to penetrate deeper.
She cooperated perfectly with my movements, showing no sign of resistance, always pushing back to maintain her position. With the lubricant, which I had applied quite a bit, my penis was quickly fully inserted into her anus. It felt really tight!
Then I held her hips and slowly began to thrust. I didn't dare move too much for fear of hurting her, so I just moved back and forth gently. Actually, there wasn't any friction between my penis and her anus; it was just the muscles of my penis twitching back and forth. She found it amusing and even laughed. I asked her what was wrong, and she said it was a little itchy.
I increased the amplitude of my thrusts. Each thrust made her moan. I increased the speed of my thrusts; to be honest, anal sex felt really stimulating and tight, and each thrust gave me intense pleasure.
I gradually increased the amplitude and speed, doing it like I was doing it vaginally. Her moans became louder and sharper. Suddenly, she used her hand to block my body, saying, "Slow down, it hurts a little, let me put some oil on."
I stopped and said to her, "Sorry, I'm having so much fun!" Then I applied some more oil and slowly continued thrusting. I had a new idea!
I asked her, "Is this position tiring?"
She said, "A little tiring, what should I do?"
I pulled her body up, my penis still inside her anus. She stood up, her buttocks clenched, and my penis felt incredibly good. I kept her in that position and pushed her out of the bathroom: "Let's go back to bed and do it!"
She said, a little surprised, "Like this? You're all wet and oily!"
I said, "It's okay, there's a spare sheet."
I grabbed her breasts and pushed her into the room, taking out a new sheet I had prepared beforehand from under the pillow and handing it to her. She smiled and said, "You're quite well-prepared." She spread out the sheet.
I hugged her and slowly turned her around, sitting on the edge of the bed, with her sitting on my penis. Then I thrust my lower body while stimulating her genitals with my hand.
She turned her head and we French kissed. I picked up the dildo I'd just tossed on the bed, waved it in front of her, and said, "Want something more exciting?"
She looked at me, then playfully frowned, "Are you trying to kill me?!"
I smiled and said, "You can't miss this opportunity!"
Then I reached into the bedside table and took out a condom, handing it to her. She deftly tore open the packaging, and we both slipped it onto the dildo.
I stimulated her genitals again, and feeling there was enough lubrication, I asked her, "Come on, try putting it in!"
She seemed to enjoy it, pouting and blowing air, saying, "I'll do it myself."
We shifted our bodies backward, allowing her genitals to open up.
Then she took the dildo and rubbed it against her genitals for a while before slowly inserting it. My penis, which was inside her anus, also received stimulation. It was usually the one penetrating others, but this time it was being penetrated too, feeling like another thing was pressing against mine as it moved inward. She inserted the dildo deep and then slowly began to move it in and out. I didn't know how she felt, but judging from her expression, it must have been very stimulating, because she would pout and breathe heavily with each thrust. As for me, the sensation was undeniably real; the dildo was moving back and forth against my penis, giving me an unprecedented level of stimulation. I suddenly felt like I was going to ejaculate.
I licked her ear and mumbled, "Baby, I'm going to cum, can you turn around?"
She stopped and said, "Okay."
I took the dildo from her vagina, helped her slowly turn around, stood up, and made her lie face down on the bed. While continuing to thrust with my hand, I started thrusting with my real penis.
After only a short while, I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I immediately pulled the dildo out and threw it aside, focusing on her anus. I increased the speed, feeling my penis begin to swell, the friction becoming increasingly noticeable. We both yelled at the same time, "Ah, I came!!!" I ejaculated with unparalleled pleasure, a truly satisfying release!
I collapsed onto her back, and as my penis became completely limp, it slid out of her anus.
My perfect sex life with the beautiful master's student was over!!
We cuddled for a while longer, took a shower, tidied up the house, and then went out!

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