[Urban] King of Another World (Complete) - 40 Chapters

Chapter 170: The Beautiful Young Widow

In a dilapidated house near the foot of a mountain in the mountains, mournful sounds emanated from within. The weeping was heartbreaking. On a worn-out bed lay a cold, lifeless body. Beneath the bed lay a beautiful, delicate woman, her plain clothes making her stand out even more. Looking at her, one couldn't help but resent the injustice of fate, that beauty was so fleeting. The man on the bed was her husband, Shitou, who seemed to have reached the end of his life, probably nearing sixty. Sadly, he left behind a young woman not yet sixteen, named Suzhi, a woman only twenty years old. Suddenly without anyone to rely on, how could she not be heartbroken and weep? He had left her no children, no property, not even a penny to pay for her husband's burial. Suzhi was a beautiful woman, but her husband, Shitou, had died of illness, leaving her with a mountain of debt and making her a widow. How could Suzhi, a woman alone, have the money to repay the debt? With the due date fast approaching, Suzhi had no choice but to borrow from the village's wealthy Third Uncle. "Don't worry, a grown man won't die from holding his pee, right? Third Master's here. Don't worry yourself sick; Third Master will be worried sick!"

Third Master casually placed his hand on Su Zhi's shoulder. A lewd grin spread across his unkempt face. "Stone's wife, if you come with me just once, I'll cover all the money."

Su Zhi looked up in surprise, staring blankly at Third Master. Under the lamplight, her eyes, wet with tears, made her look even more beautiful than usual. Third Master's penis instantly hardened again. His hand, which had been on Su Zhi's shoulder, gradually slid down to her chest. He began to knead Su Zhi's breasts through her clothes, but Su Zhi pushed Third Master away. "Third Master, the stone is gone, and you..."

Third Master took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and gently stuffed them into Su Zhi's chest, one by one. He then fondled Su Zhi's soft and smooth breasts. "As long as you do it with Third Master once, all of this is yours."

Su Zhi gritted her teeth. With tears still streaming down her face, she thought of her husband in the house, who had no money to bury her. She could only close her eyes. Third Master, pleased with himself, pounced on Su Zhi on the bed. His small mouth, hidden beneath his goatee, nibbled and chewed on Su Zhi's delicate face. His right hand began to unbutton Su Zhi's blouse. When Su Zhi's blouse was completely undone, Third Master's mouth left Su Zhi's face and was immediately drawn to Su Zhi's pink bodice, which was bulging with her breasts. Su Zhi's breasts were tightly bound by the light gauze bodice. Third Master's eyes widened as he saw a pink areola with a nipple the size of a red bean in the center. Her firm, full, and snow-white breasts were quite beautiful. Third Master was overjoyed at his beautiful sister-in-law. How could Shi Tou have found such a beautiful woman? It was all his fault for not being able to enjoy her. He had died of old age less than half a year after their marriage. Her two pointed nipples were clearly visible. Third Master's big mouth immediately moved closer and bit Su Zhi's left nipple through the bodice. His right hand then grasped Su Zhi's right breast and kneaded it vigorously. When Third Master's teeth bit into Su Zhi's nipple, Su Zhi couldn't help but let out a few soft cries, but then she gritted her teeth and endured it. Third Master proudly raised his head, reached out and pulled off Su Zhi's bodice, revealing a pair of white breasts that sprang out like two large steamed buns in front of him. Su Zhi's breasts were perfectly hemispherical and slightly upturned, with two ruby-like nipples atop small pink areolas. Third Master couldn't resist reaching out, pinching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and gently kneading it. Su Zhi's body began to tremble involuntarily. While pinching her nipple, Third Master said to her, "Stone's wife, your breasts are so beautiful. Stone didn't die in vain; he didn't give birth to a penis for nothing."

Su Zhi just kept her eyes tightly closed. Third Master gently brought his mouth close to Su Zhi's nipple, opening his mouth wide so that half of Su Zhi's breast was completely submerged in his mouth. He sucked on Su Zhi's breast, spitting it out and swallowing it again, while his right hand moved towards the top of Su Zhi's thighs. He could feel the softness of Su Zhi's genitals through her pants, so he covered her vulva with his entire palm and began to rub it back and forth. Su Zhi unconsciously squeezed her legs together, trapping Third Master's hand tightly between her thighs. Third Master's hand finally stopped moving, but his mouth, which was holding her breast, increased its force, his teeth sinking deeply into Su Zhi's soft breast. Su Zhi couldn't help but cry out. She desperately pushed Third Master's head away with both hands, but relaxed her attention to her lower body. Third Master took the opportunity to insert his right middle finger, along with his pants, into Su Zhi's vagina. Even through the pants, he could still feel the heat in Su Zhi's heart. Third Master's eyes were fixed on Su Zhi's face, his middle finger began to thrust in and out repeatedly, admiring the spring-like glow on Su Zhi's face. Su Zhi's face was already flushed red, but she still endured the itching that was spreading throughout her body. Third Master finally stood up, took off his pants, and his huge penis trembled and jumped out, appearing even more majestic against the backdrop of thick pubic hair, with clear liquid seeping from the single eye at the tip of the glans. "Stone wife, look at Third Master's penis, how does it compare to a stone? Come on, touch it."

Third Master grabbed Su Zhi's hand and held his penis in it. Su Zhi's hand held his penis as if it were a thin pen. When her smooth little hand grasped Third Master's penis, he couldn't help but tremble, and his penis grew even larger. The warmth and softness of Su Zhi's palm deeply stimulated Third Master's penis, and another stream of liquid flowed from the single eye. Third Master jumped onto the bed and straddled Su Zhi's chest, his penis resting right between her breasts. "Stone's wife, let Third Master enjoy your tits!"

he said, grabbing Su Zhi's breasts with both hands, tightly enveloping his penis, and beginning to move back and forth. Due to the great force, white milk actually flowed from Su Zhi's nipples, the milk flowing into the deep cleavage between her breasts, increasing lubrication. Third Master couldn't help but shout, "Damn, this is even more pleasurable than real sex!"

Only when the head of his penis became red and shiny did Third Master stop his milk-fucking. "Third Master doesn't want to fire on Stone's wife's tits, Third Master wants to give Stone's wife a proper pleasure."

Third Master finally unbuckled Su Zhi's belt and pulled down her pants. Su Zhi's panties were already soaked with the flowing lustful fluid, clinging tightly to her skin, outlining the entire contour of her vulva, a few pubic hairs peeking out of the panties, very noticeable against her snow-white thighs. Third Master couldn't resist sticking out his tongue, pressing it tightly against Su Zhi's panties, sucking on it a few times, smacking his lips as if tasting the flavor of Su Zhi's vaginal fluids. Then he raised his head, placing his penis between Su Zhi's legs, and began thrusting against her vulva through her panties. Third Master's glans clearly felt the wet heat of Su Zhi's labia, and he couldn't help but poke around wildly. Su Zhi's vulva was deeply indented by the thrusting... "Come on, let Third Master see Stone's wife's vulva. Seeing how beautiful Stone's wife is, her lower half must be beautiful too." Third Master pulled down Su Zhi's panties, and Su Zhi's tender yet mature vulva, a beautiful feature only a young woman could possess, was finally fully displayed before Third Master. Third Master reached out and parted Su Zhi's tightly closed labia, revealing the tender, bright red flesh inside. The folds within were already undulating, and the clitoris at the point of contact was swollen and glistening. Third Master couldn't resist licking it with his tongue, and the unique scent of a woman's genitals filled his lungs. He could no longer restrain himself, and his purplish-red penis hardened, thrusting into Su Zhi's vagina. The moment the glans entered, Third Master felt a tingling sensation spread from his glans throughout his body, and he couldn't help but gasp. The fiery stimulation inside Su Zhi's vagina drove him to a frenzy, his body convulsing wildly. Although Su Zhi tried her best to suppress the overwhelming pleasure, her genitals instinctively released gushing fluids. At the same time, her vagina began to suckle at Third Master's glans like a baby nursing. "Stone's wife...you really know how to squeeze...My third uncle has played with so many women in our village...your hole is the one that squeezes me the most comfortably...you...stop sucking...I...I...can't help it."

Time waits for no man, and in less than ten thrusts, Third Master ejaculated inside Su Zhi's vagina, collapsing heavily onto her. His penis, as limp as the NASDAQ index, slid out of her vagina... After a long while, Third Master got up, put on his clothes, took out the same wad of banknotes, and threw them at Su Zhi. Su Zhi remained lying on the bed, numb, tears of humiliation streaming from her eyes. Su Zhi's debts were finally paid off. But widows attract gossip. That day, Su Zhi was picking corn in the field. The sun was blazing, and Su Zhi was soaked in sweat. Her thin floral shirt clung tightly to her body, perfectly outlining the contours of her breasts. Her two large nipples pressed against the fabric, leaving two noticeable dark spots. Su Zhi raised her head, wiped away the sweat, and brushed back a few strands of hair that clung to her forehead. She continued bending down to chop corn stalks, her plump buttocks sticking out high. Her pants clung tightly to her body, making the cleft between her buttocks appear even more pronounced. Su Zhi was so busy that she didn't notice several lecherous eyes staring at her buttocks from the dense cornfield. Er Gou, Tian Zhu, and Tie Dan, three notorious hooligans from the surrounding villages, were drooling as they admired Su Zhi's infinitely beautiful figure, their imaginations running wild as they imagined her stripping naked. "Damn it."

Er Gou rubbed his crotch while saying to his companions, "Look at that woman's crotch. If I could just stick my dick in there, your brothers would be fucking cum in no time. And look at those tits, so big yet so perky. If I could touch them, they'd be so soft and smooth. If I could suck on one of her nipples, damn it, I'd be willing to live a few years less."

"Brother Er Gou, this woman's been dead for half a year. I bet her cunt down there is already rotting away. That time I peeked at her taking a bath over the wall and saw her touching her own breasts. She must be itching to death. Why don't the three of us do a good deed today and fuck this woman? Hehehehe..."

Tian Zhu said, rubbing his own dick. "Ah...ah..."

Tie Dan let out a strange cry. Er Gou glanced at Tie Dan, who had just joined the group. Tie Dan had actually ejaculated, his penis, sticking out of his pants, was now spurting thick semen. Then, slowly, his penis lowered. "Fuck your mother,"

Er Gou smacked Tie Dan hard. "You're such a coward, you won't be able to get it up later either."

"Big brother, I really can't hold back anymore, let's go,"

Tian Zhu swallowed hard. "Go!"

Er Gou laboriously shoved his erect penis back into his pants. The three of them approached Su Zhi. "Sister-in-law, busy?"

Er Gou asked Su Zhi with a lewd grin. "Yes,"

Su Zhi replied with a smile, completely unaware of what was about to happen. "Sister-in-law, my brother Shi Tou has been dead for half a year, you've really suffered!"

Su Zhi still didn't understand the meaning behind his words. "Sister-in-law, it's been six months since a man has touched you, are you itchy? Want us brothers to relieve your boredom?"

Su Zhi looked up in surprise and saw the lewd smiles and lustful eyes of the three young men. She realized what was about to happen. Er Gou made a gesture, and before Su Zhi could react, Tian Zhu and Tie Dan pounced on her and knocked over a patch of corn. "You... what are you going to do?"

Su Zhi struggled desperately. "Sister-in-law, of course we're going to fuck your hole. What do you think we brothers can do?"

Er Gou looked at Su Zhi's beautiful face and grinned excitedly. He began to take off his clothes one by one. When he took off his dirty underwear, his thick penis with its huge head was exposed in front of Su Zhi. Su Zhi immediately knew that she was about to be gang-raped and struggled even more desperately. "Slap!" Er Gou slapped Su Zhi hard across the face, pulled out a watermelon knife, and pressed it against my mother's stomach: "You bitch, if you don't let this brat have his fun, I'll stab you first."

Su Zhi stopped struggling, painfully closing her beautiful eyes, tears streaming down her snow-white cheeks. Er Gou's hand roughly reached for Su Zhi's chest, grabbed her collar, and ripped it open, the buttons flying off. "Damn!"

Er Gou couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. On Su Zhi's chest, her pair of full, firm, and white breasts finally broke free from the constraints of her clothes and sprang out, the two bright red nipples on top like the eyes of a rabbit. Er Gou couldn't resist reaching out his left hand and pinching one of Su Zhi's breasts. It felt incredibly smooth, soft, and elastic. So Er Gou pinched one of Su Zhi's nipples and started pulling it up and down. When he pulled upwards, he stretched Su Zhi's breast a little longer, and when he pulled downwards, he pressed Su Zhi's entire breast into a meat pancake... Finally, after playing with Su Zhi's breasts to his heart's content, Er Gou couldn't wait to pull down Su Zhi's pants. Su Zhi's area was already wet and slippery, and her wet panties clung tightly to her body, revealing a patch of pubic hair that was unusually prominent and emitted a fishy, pungent smell. Er Gou's hand reached into Su Zhi's panties and thrust his fingers hard into Su Zhi's vagina, then started digging and probing inside. "Ah," Su Zhi let out a groan and began to writhe again, but it was not resistance, but rather an involuntary, instinctive reaction. "You filthy bitch, your pussy is all wet, and you're still pretending to be a saint."

"Brother Er Gou, take off her panties, I've never seen what a woman's panties look like before."

After Su Zhi stopped struggling, Tie Dan finally freed his hands from holding my mother down and started reaching into Su Zhi's wet panties with Er Gou's hands. Er Gou took the watermelon knife that was lying next to him, inserted the tip of the knife into Su Zhi's panties, and gently cut them open. Immediately, Tie Dan's saliva flowed out again. Although Su Zhi and Shi Tou often had sex, her labia were still a pale pink, unlike some women whose labia turned black and disgusting shortly after marriage due to frequent engorgement. Tie Dan let out a strange howl, knelt between Su Zhi's legs, and began to spread her tightly closed labia with his hands. Then Tie Dan saw the most tender flesh he had ever seen in his life. The pale pink flesh inside Su Zhi's vagina was undulating, glistening with vaginal fluid in the sunlight. "Tie Dan, quickly taste what a woman's pussy feels like,"

Er Gou instructed from the side. Tie Dan immediately lowered his head, his mouth pressed tightly against Su Zhi's vulva, sucking greedily, his tongue sliding into Su Zhi's vagina, wreaking havoc inside. Su Zhi's two snow-white thighs began to twitch, but she still gritted her teeth, desperately resisting the waves of pleasure coming from below, her pretty face turning bright red. "Sister-in-law, what is this?"

Er Gou asked, pointing a watermelon knife at Su Zhi's breasts. Su Zhi remained silent.

"Speak."

Er Gou's knife tip was already pressed against Su Zhi's breasts, she felt a cool sensation, but still bit her bright red lips tightly.

"Your stinky cunt is still hard."

Er Gou applied a little force with the knife.

"No, I said...this is...breasts."

"What is that thing Er Gou kissed? What's it for?"

"That's...that's...specially for men...for men...to fuck..."

Su Zhi used all her courage to say it. The lewd words gave her even greater stimulation, and she couldn't help but spurt out another stream of viscous fluid. "Cough..." Er Gou finally raised his head, his face covered in Su Zhi's lewd fluid.

"Sister-in-law, how should we fuck? I think we should doggy style."

Er Gou stroked his already bright red and shiny penis.

Su Zhi just cried.

"You two, don't just stand there, help your sister-in-law turn over."

With the "help" of Tie Dan and Tian Zhu, Su Zhi finally knelt on the ground with her dazzling white buttocks sticking up.

"I'll go first."

Er Gou smeared some saliva on his hands and put it on his penis. His large penis trembled as he moved towards Su Zhi's buttocks. Tian Zhu and Tie Dan, standing nearby, stared wide-eyed at the red, rosy thing between Su Zhi's thighs. Er Gou's penis finally pressed against Su Zhi's labia. Su Zhi felt something hot touch her most sensitive spot, and it began to instinctively open and close. Er Gou's buttocks continued forward, his large glans forcing open Su Zhi's labia and entering her warm vagina. He pushed Su Zhi's area deeply, and then began to thrust wildly. Er Gou's body collided with Su Zhi's buttocks, making a slapping sound, and a sizzling sound came from the point of contact.

Tianzhu and Tiedan leaned closer, carefully studying the sight of the penis entering and exiting. They watched as the penis thrust in and out heavily, and as it withdrew, Suzhi's tender flesh still tightly gripped it, forming a pink ring. The groove beneath the glans carried the fluid from Suzhi's vagina, which flowed down her thighs and onto the ground.

When it went in, it almost pulled Suzhi's labia in with it. "Damn, this woman's really hot,"

Ergou exclaimed as he thrust relentlessly.

"Brother Ergou, take a break, let me fuck you for a bit?"

Tianzhu anxiously rubbed his penis beside him.

Ergou reluctantly pulled his penis out of Suzhi's vagina, pulling out a long, glistening strand.

Tianzhu immediately pounced, tightly embracing Suzhi's buttocks, his lower body thrusting haphazardly into her. Kind-hearted Tiedan knelt down, guiding Tianzhu's penis towards Suzhi's vaginal opening. With a thrust, Tianzhu finally entered. The heat and softness of Suzhi's vagina stimulated his young penis, and Tianzhu couldn't help but gasp. He gripped Suzhi's waist tightly and began his thrusting…

Ergou simply lay on the ground, his head beneath Suzhi, carefully watching Tianzhu's penis move back and forth inside her vagina. His fingers began idly rubbing Suzhi's clitoris. "Ah…"

Suzhi finally cried out, her juices gushing from between their tightly joined organs. Tiedan greedily opened his mouth, swallowing every drop of Suzhi's fluids, then licked the juices from her thighs…

Ergou, his penis wet… Er Gou, with his penis in front of Su Zhi, grabbed her hair and lifted her head. Su Zhi couldn't help but cry out in pain. Er Gou took the opportunity to shove his penis into her mouth. Su Zhi immediately made a "woo-woo" sound. Er Gou pulled Su Zhi's hair hard and thrust back and forth desperately, just like fucking. Er Gou felt even more pleasure than fucking a real vagina, and he made a strange howling sound. His long penis was deeply inserted into Su Zhi's throat. Su Zhi could hardly breathe and desperately used her tongue to push it out. The wriggling of her tongue further stimulated the glans. Er Gou thrust even harder. Finally, Er Gou held Su Zhi's head tightly against his lower abdomen and a stream of semen sprayed into Su Zhi's throat. Su Zhi was almost choked to death. When Er Gou let go, Su Zhi's upper body was lying on the ground, her two breasts were pressed to the ground, and they rubbed back and forth on the ground due to the movement of the penis behind her. Tianzhu finally couldn't withstand the intense pleasure Suzhi's vagina gave him. When another gush of Suzhi's vaginal fluid began to wash over his glans, he could no longer hold back, and a stream of hot lava gushed into the depths of Suzhi's vagina... Suzhi was still lying on the ground, her vagina flowing with a mixture of white, cloudy fluid. In the gentle breeze, her few pubic hairs began to dance lightly, her thighs tightly clamping her two large, fleshy labia, which shimmered in the sunlight...

Finally, it was Tiedan's turn. His penis, which had already ejaculated once, had regained its vitality due to the previous stimulation. Tiedan excitedly held his disproportionately small penis and pressed it against Suzhi's labia. The moment his glans parted Suzhi's labia, the intense stimulation made poor Tiedan tremble all over. Tiedan shuddered and ejaculated. Then he sat down on the ground with a thud. "Fuck your mother's cunt, you're fucking shameless,"

Ergou cursed at Tiedan. Tianzhu just laughed from the side. Tie Dan, unwilling to give up, touched Su Zhi's sticky genitals with his hand, then casually picked up an ear of corn and reached towards Su Zhi's lower body. He plucked the fuzz from the top of the corn and smeared it on Su Zhi's pubic hair. The corn fuzz made Su Zhi's whole body unbearably itchy. She screamed in pain, rolled over, her long legs spread wide, and began frantically scratching her lower body, trying to stop the unusual itching.

Tie Dan roughly pushed Su Zhi's hands away and shoved the corn into her vagina. The huge ear of corn stretched open Su Zhi's vagina, the kernels stinging the tender flesh of her vaginal cavity. Su Zhi couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch...no...it hurts...it hurts so much..."

Su Zhi trembled all over...but the three men didn't care about that. They had been torturing Su Zhi all day, making her feel like she was dying. How difficult it was for a woman to support a family, and to suffer such abuse, Su Zhi thought of remarrying. My neighbor, A-Niu, is a nice guy. He often helps Su-Zhi with chores, and he's seventeen or eighteen and still unmarried. Actually, A-Niu likes Su-Zhi too, but there's a slight age gap, so he hasn't made it clear. That night, A-Niu helped out at Su-Zhi's house. As he was leaving, Su-Zhi looked at A-Niu with deep affection, blushed, and grabbed his hand, pressing it tightly to her chest. "Sister-in-law, what... what are you doing..."

A-Niu seemed flustered, but he didn't pull his hand away. "Ah Niu, since Shi Tou disappeared, I've been so grateful for your care these past few days. I have nothing to offer, so let me repay you with my body."

Ah Niu trembled as he reached out his other hand and grasped Su Zhi's other breast. Su Zhi closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and gently lay down on the straw mat… Ah Niu's trembling hands began to unbutton Su Zhi's clothes, one button… two buttons… three buttons… When Su Zhi's snow-white, full breasts were completely exposed to the moonlight, Ah Niu's primal desires, suppressed for many years, finally erupted, and he… Morality and reason were completely abandoned. His right hand, still covered in crumbs of steamed bun, pressed against Su Zhi's breast. His rough palm made a soft, rustling sound against her silky skin. Saliva dripped from A Niu's wide-open mouth, landing on Su Zhi's chest. A Niu slowly lowered his head, his trembling lips taking her nipple into his mouth. A blush appeared on Su Zhi's face, her muscles tensed, and she trembled involuntarily. Her already exceptionally full breasts swelled even more, like steamed buns soaked in water. Milk flowed into Su Zhi's mouth, and her Adam's apple bobbed, making gurgling sounds. A Niu's hand finally reluctantly left Su Zhi's breast, slowly sliding down her smooth abdomen and into her pants, where he felt the long-lost softness. And so, he began to caress her. Rough hands caressed Su Zhi's sensitive, tender flesh. Su Zhi couldn't help but twist her body, letting out a soft moan, her breasts trembling. A hot liquid flowed between her legs. Ah Niu finally withdrew his already soaking wet hand, his palm covered in a glistening liquid. When Ah Niu opened his fingers, strands of fluid were visible between them.

Ah Niu held his fingers up to the moon, carefully admiring the threads, then stuck out his tongue to lick his palm, savoring the nectar… Ah Niu finally untied Su Zhi's red silk belt. Su Zhi lifted her lower body, and her coarse cloth trousers left her body. Su Zhi wasn't wearing underwear, and the red, black, and white fluid was completely exposed to Ah Niu's eyes. Su Zhi lay naked on the straw mat, Ah Niu's saliva still clinging to her breasts, reflecting a glistening sheen in the bright moonlight. A Niu parted Su Zhi's two round, white thighs, and the purplish-red labia hidden among the thick pubic hair made A Niu's eyes almost burn with fire. His right hand reached out, his fingers gently pinching one of Su Zhi's wet labia and beginning to gently rub it. Su Zhi's labia gradually became engorged and swollen, and the peanut-sized tip began to swell, emitting a ruby-like luster. A sticky substance flowed out, making Su Zhi's thighs slippery and greasy, flowing down her tender skin onto the straw mat beneath her buttocks…

Chapter 171: A Female White-Collar Worker's Sex Story

I primarily used two methods to complete this article: face-to-face interviews in bars and telephone interviews. I would like to thank the women mentioned in the article for their strong support of my work; each of them was so frank and sincere. During the interviews, I found that modern women are living more and more freely and independently. Ironically, the men around them are either jealous or obstructive, displaying a petty and narrow-minded attitude. It's no wonder that China is experiencing a decline in male dominance.

Lian, 26, is an administrative manager at a company. She has been living with her American boyfriend for a year. Lian has a small nose and eyes, and a fiery and charming personality; foreigners are often attracted to this kind of woman. Her American boyfriend, however, knowingly walks into danger, always finding himself in a dilemma, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry. When I'm with Lian, we often talk about sex. Lian is not the kind of respectable woman in the eyes of so-called "upright" people; her views on love and sex are somewhat unacceptable to most. I often say she's from the S&M department, where S and M don't refer to sales and marketing, but rather to sadomasochism and masochism. For example, Lian's sexual fantasy is a man willingly becoming her slave on a large bed with sheer curtains hanging down.

However, please don't get the wrong idea. Lian is actually a very lovely and capable girl. My description of her above is just out of affection as a friend. When Lian had sex for the first time, she was a freshman in college. She said she didn't feel any pain at all, but rather felt very comfortable. She jokingly called herself "broadband." I've seen Lian's breasts; although they're not large, they're very beautiful. She's always worried that one day her breasts will lose their elasticity, which I think is a bit of an overreaction.

Lian now lives with her boyfriend, and they have sex about once or twice a week. However, what Lian remembers most vividly is the time they had sex in the restroom of a train on their way back to Beijing from Yunnan. Talking about one-night stands, Lian said that if she didn't have a boyfriend, she wouldn't refuse to have a fling with a stranger, but they would break up before dawn, with no lingering feelings. Lian is someone who talks a big game, more about words than actions. For her, sex is actually something optional and not very important.

Yun, 27 years old, is a development manager at a company. She's recently divorced. Yun is an ordinary woman without makeup, but radiant with it. Yun Chu appears taciturn, even somewhat shy and conservative, but deep down she's incredibly passionate. Her sexual experiences are truly astonishing, not in quantity but in quality—the kind of person we often call a "closet pervert." Ninety percent of her sexual experiences came from her ex-husband, which is the main reason why they remain entangled despite their divorce.

For Yun, sex has no taboos; as long as she likes a man, every part of his body is beautiful and clean, suitable for touching and kissing. Yun's lovemaking locations are also diverse and varied; she even once rolled around on the hillside in Bayi Lake Park. I thought Yun was already a student in an advanced sex education class.

Sex is an art, and like many successful artists, true masters of sex require many conditions: talent, interest, experience, and perseverance are all indispensable. Yun's ideal sexual partner is, of course, her ex-husband. He's 1.9 meters tall, strong, and gentle. For Yun, the worst kind of lover is the kind of spineless man who finishes the act the moment you start to feel something, coming with "interest" and leaving with "disappointment." Yun is ultimately a traditional Chinese woman; she sees sex as sacred. She believes that two people should have a foundation of love before making love, and that sex is the best way to communicate, exchange ideas, and connect.

Yan, 33, is the financial director of a company. Married for many years, she has had numerous affairs since her marriage. I don't understand why she married someone she didn't love, and why she keeps cheating on her husband. Yan says she wants a home. This explanation sounds weak to me; a home without love is just an empty house.

Yan doesn't seek lovers for sex; she wants a little romance, a little ambiance, but she's never found it. Perhaps Yan understands men, but she doesn't understand sex. She doesn't even know what sexual fantasies are, so I, several years younger than her, had to patiently explain it to her step by step. Finally, I understood. Her answer was that she occasionally thought about different men's sexual organs. This level of sexual awareness was completely kindergarten-level; her sexuality was a blank canvas waiting to be painted on.

Yan never comforted herself. Her progressive thinking lay in her acceptance that others did this; everyone has their own way, and she didn't need it. Yan had never had a one-night stand, and was unwilling to try it. She needed human interaction based on feelings. The term "human interaction" sounded somewhat terrifying, and unconsciously, she had already categorized those women who indulged their bodies as animals. Sex occupied a third of Yan's life, but it wasn't very important. For her, sex was a physiological need; the key was that there had to be feelings between two people. Yan was a good woman in the traditional sense, if she didn't have an affair.

Shan, 28, was a saleswoman at a high-end clothing store. She had a boyfriend, and her future was uncertain. Cancerian Shan was a typical petite woman. She had long, flowing hair, was tall and pretty, and spoke softly. Although Shan was no longer young, she still dreamed romantic dreams. In her dream, she was naked, wearing a pink nightgown, while the man wore white boxer briefs; his face was blurry, but he was someone she knew. Sugi possessed enormous breasts that seemed completely out of place with her personality, yet she was still quite proud of them.

Sugi's most bizarre sexual experiences didn't escape the confines of her home: once while she was cooking, and another time in the bathroom. It seemed Sugi's ultimate fate was to be a devoted wife and mother. Sugi absolutely forbade one-night stands; she was sexually fastidious and therefore didn't masturbate. She only touched her high, firm breasts and smooth, supple skin when she was lonely. Shan believes that love is essential for love, and love with climax is necessary for pregnancy (what theory? Sex is the highest form of love). Sex is very important; she craves both love and sex, hoping for a perfect union of the two. I think Shan is the ideal woman for many men, if they aren't perverted.

Ling, 27, is a manager at a consulting firm, a "returned overseas student," and has been living with her German boyfriend for six months. Ling is an impeccable woman—an artistic background, a business background, capable in both social and domestic settings. Having studied abroad, her ideas are inevitably more avant-garde than the average woman. She's the only one who doesn't take herself seriously; what excites her is watching others have sex, either two men and one woman or two women and one man. Of course, this only exists in her imagination.

Since returning from abroad, Ling has had many strange and interesting ideas. She believes that eating Chinese food for a period of time will cause her breasts to sag. So she deliberately... To maintain breast elasticity, eat some cheese. I wonder if this concept can be adopted by our nutrition and beauty experts. Having lived abroad for many years, Ling's lovemaking location is no longer limited to her bed at home or some remote corner in China; she even drives to the Black Forest to make love. I didn't know travel had this benefit.

After all, she has an art background, and the seeds of sensibility and romance are deeply planted in her heart. After a long separation from her boyfriend, they met again, and after making love, she actually cried tears of happiness. A businesswoman needs to take the initiative; she likes to adopt an anti-missionary style to make herself feel like she's in heaven. Ling believes that sex is very healthy, and the premise of sex is love and happiness, not just casual sex. Sex is certainly not the most important thing in life, but it occupies a very important position in emotional life.

Article 172: Witnessing my girlfriend being played by her boss.

I left work early. On my way home, I saw my girlfriend and her supervisor walking home. Curious about what they were up to, I walked past them and quickly got home. I locked the door as before, and hearing them go up the stairs, I quickly hid in the closet. They came into the room and sat on the bed. The closet faced the bed, and there was a small hole through it that I could see everything clearly. I heard the supervisor say to my girlfriend, "Xiao Zhang, you're so beautiful! How old are you?" "19." "You have such a voluptuous figure." He slowly pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips. Seeing my girlfriend... My friend let someone else kiss him, and I was furious. My girlfriend pushed him away and said, "Director Wang, about my boyfriend changing jobs..." He said it was easy. It turned out she was concerned about my job; I had misunderstood her. Director Wang placed his hand on her breasts and slowly caressed them. Even through her clothes, she trembled sensitively and said, "Don't do this!" Director Wang said, "Your boyfriend will be off work early; what's wrong with touching him?" As he spoke, he slowly unbuttoned her top and removed her bra. Her breasts were so proud, smooth, full, round, firm, snow-white, and delicate. He was stunned for a moment; they were truly a rare gem!

"Xiao Zhang...you're so beautiful...so..."

He quietly took a half step forward, his left hand naturally encircling my girlfriend's slender waist, pulling her entire body into his embrace. His right hand moved to the area below her full, firm breasts, skillfully touching her elastic mounds. After confirming she wouldn't resist his teasing, his large hand boldly cupped my girlfriend's heavy right breast, gently kneading and caressing it.

Seeing my beloved girlfriend being touched by someone else, I felt a pang of discomfort, yet also an indescribable thrill. As Director Wang embraced my girlfriend's soft, delicate body, the sweet fragrance of a young girl wafted towards him. Her alluring breaths, her heaving breasts...all of this ignited Director Wang's lust. He kissed her slightly parted red lips.

Director Wang, hungrily passionately kissing her delicate red lips, successfully slipped his tongue inside her mouth, licking wildly. He went further, lifting my girlfriend's skirt and slowly moving his hand up her snow-white thighs, caressing her genitals through her panties. My girlfriend, though embarrassed, wasn't averse to him; in fact, she felt a thrill and anticipation, so she didn't stop him.

He became increasingly bold. He glanced down at my girlfriend and smiled; her panties were already soaked. My girlfriend shyly buried her head in his chest.

Although she felt guilty, for the sake of my work, and aroused by his touch, she didn't think too much about it, simply enjoying the pleasure before her. Director Wang went a step further, using his fingers to pull aside her panties and slipping his hand inside. She trembled. He slowly pulled down my girlfriend's panties, stripping her completely naked, and then he stripped off his own clothes as well. The air was filled with her alluring, sensual scent. His hands touched her smooth, fragrant, and delicate skin, as tender as mutton fat. Her slightly rapid breathing caused her two pink and white breasts to rise and fall, and the warm breath from her fragrant lips… His lust surged, and he was instantly overcome with primal urges. His hand trembled slightly as he grasped one of her breasts, then kissed her pale pink nipple with his burning lips. He savored it carefully, then gently kneaded, pinched, and shaped it…

He played with my girlfriend's proud breasts in different ways and with different pressures, even using his tongue on the areola. He circled her nipples, gently biting and slowly grinding them with his teeth. He even arrogantly sucked on her swollen, hardened nipples, the air filled with the scent of milk and nectar…

Seeing my girlfriend being touched like this, my penis involuntarily hardened. Time slipped away with each other's panting. Director Wang wasn't satisfied with just touching her snow-white, smooth breasts. When those full, rounded peaks were sucked until they were swollen and protruding, his hands began to roam over my girlfriend's body, kneading and caressing. It moved past her slightly bulging belly and came to her sacred, swollen vulva, covered with soft, long pubic hair. Her two plump, tender, and wet labia trembled as they opened and closed, exhaling hot air; the pink cleft in the middle was oozing milky white, transparent nectar.

Mingzhu spread her long, slender, snow-white legs apart with both hands, her gaze fixed like a hawk's on the tender, hidden crevice between her bare legs.

Director Wang carefully pressed his thumb against the wet, pink cleft, gently scraping and stirring it. Immediately, water splashed everywhere, covering his fingers. He carefully tasted it, the fragrant scent of the woman's flesh carrying a faint sweetness. Director Wang couldn't resist burying his face between her legs, extending his thick tongue to gently scrape and lick my girlfriend's two plump labia and engorged clitoris, then sucking and licking wildly. The gushing lustful fluid, her milky white and transparent, covered his face and mouth, even wetting the hair on his face. She couldn't withstand such skillful sexual teasing, completely falling into the abyss of lust. Her pink skin was pale red, her beautifully curved, boneless body exuding an alluring fragrance like an aphrodisiac.

My girlfriend's full, round, firm, and high breasts, her slender yet voluptuous waist, and her beautifully heart-shaped buttocks—these most alluring parts of her body were blatantly stimulating Director Wang's lust. Seeing my girlfriend's captivating beauty, and smelling her alluring scent, he was already burning with desire; his large penis was already hard as iron. His penis was even thicker than mine! Without a word, he parted my girlfriend's exquisitely sculpted legs and gently scraped and bumped her pink cleft and clitoris several times with his purplish-red glans.

The thought of his thick penis about to penetrate my girlfriend's vagina made me so anxious I wanted to open the closet door and get out. My girlfriend, her face flushed, moaned softly, "No...no...don't touch me there...ah..."

Thankfully, Director Wang didn't use his penis to penetrate her vagina. He buried his head between her legs and frantically sucked the milky white nectar gushing from her vagina. First, he used his large, rough tongue to sweep wildly across her pink, moist labia, then he used the tip of his tongue to slap, bump, circle, and stir her engorged clitoris...

My girlfriend breathed heavily, her two pink, snow-white, full, and swollen breasts trembling and shimmering, exuding a milky fragrance. Her two pink, snow-white arms were spread open, her slender, jade-like fingers tightly gripping the sheets. Her alluring, long, pink legs kept straightening and opening, her long, white, jade-like toes curling and stiffening. Consumed by a burning desire, she moved her alluring, snow-white buttocks up and down with abandon, seemingly to cooperate with Director Wang's relentless tongue work, or perhaps to urge him to speed up his movements; she needed more intense and frenzied thrusting and pounding.

Completely naked, with a snow-white, full figure and skin smoother than alabaster, she was being roughly kneaded and squeezed by Director Wang, her two soft, firm, and unyielding breasts being roughly squeezed and kneaded.

Her soul-stirring cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room. Then, I saw her body arched like a bridge, her snowy buttocks violently colliding, squeezing, and shaking with Mingzhu's mouth. I was in the wardrobe, my tormented penis hard, filled with indescribable jealousy and anger. He shifted his gaze to my girlfriend's high and firm breasts, staring so closely at her crystal-clear and delicate breasts. The perfect hemispherical shape, the ivory-white skin, the delicate and rounded rosy nipples, and the slightly trembling and moving posture all made Director Wang's heart flutter.

He could no longer restrain himself, taking one of her snowy breasts into his mouth and frantically licking and sucking it; at the same time, he grasped the other beautiful mound in his hand, kneading and caressing it with abandon. Gently parting her two snow-white and alluring legs, still immersed in the caresses, he held his unusually large penis in one hand, using the purplish-red, still steaming glans to lightly scrape and tease Xin Hong's two plump, pink, and moist labia and her light red clitoris.

After only twenty seconds, the entire glans was immediately soaked with my girlfriend's fragrant, milky-white nectar.

Director Wang, holding his large glans, parted her two labia, dripping with honey-like fluid. He immediately felt a series of suctions from inside her vagina, as if welcoming the early arrival of its future master. "No! No! No!" I cried out in desperation, yet I also longed to see that thick penis inside my girlfriend's vagina. What a contradictory feeling! Such a powerful temptation, such a beautiful woman, a once-in-a-lifetime flower garden! He forgot everything, thrusting his hips, his waist sinking, his cannon-like penis plunging in. Just then, my girlfriend nimbly dodged, the penis missing its mark. She said, "No, I can't betray my boyfriend. You can do whatever you want, just not real intercourse." She was such a good girlfriend! He could only reach for her hidden pubic hair. She tried to stop him with her delicate hands, but it was too late. His touch told her that his girlfriend's mysterious triangle was filled with lush green grass, and the shape of the clitoris was beautiful, curving, crossing, and surrounding. The two full, round, red, and glossy labia were still dripping with crystal-clear lustful fluid. The peach blossom resembled a small hill, rising high at the lower part of her abdomen. The pink pearl was swollen and full, fully exposed outside the honeyed lips. His hand passed through the dense forest to her peach blossom spring, directly into her slippery and moist valley.

He gently caressed her vulva.

Then, he parted her slightly closed legs.

It was truly a masterpiece of the Creator. I bet God could not have created a better body. The full mons pubis nestled between the sacred petals, with an alluring clitoris hidden at the top. He gently parted the beautiful labia with his right hand, and the two tender labia tightly guarded Xin Hong's inviolable forbidden territory.

His middle finger explored her Eden from the cleft of her buttocks, his index and middle fingers feeling her honeyed love juices already seeping in, wet and slippery on his fingers. His fingertips touched her soft, wet, slippery labia, already covered in honeyed fluid. Gradually, his fingers "invaded" her tender, smooth "jade cleft"... "Mmm..."

A hot and shy moan came from my girlfriend's beautiful and lovely little nose. Chapter

173: The Young Woman's Infidelity .

For narrative convenience, I will tell you my real profession. Some friends have already guessed it. I am a doctor, and the hospital I work at is an affiliated hospital of a medical university in this city. To make it easier for everyone to understand, I will briefly mention some things about the hospital. Doctors are divided into directors, deputy directors, attending physicians, and resident physicians according to their titles from top to bottom. When on duty, they are divided into shift one, shift two, and shift three, which are actually the same as first line, second line, and third line. Shift 1 is led by resident physicians, Shift 2 by attending physicians, and Shift 3 mainly by associate chief physicians and above, sometimes including senior attending physicians. Shift 1 is mainly responsible for handling routine cases, Shift 2 is mainly responsible for the emergency and critical care of patients and emergency consultations between departments, and Shift 3 is basically uninvolved. I am currently an attending physician, on Shift 2.

We had sex again today. A few days ago, he called me and asked me to go out, but I made an excuse that I was at work and didn't agree (we don't have a 7-day break, we take normal holidays). Yesterday I happened to be on duty, and he came to see me. Actually, he had already planned my shift. We chatted until after 11 pm, and before leaving, he invited me to go out the next day. This time I had no excuse, so I agreed. We arranged to meet at 11:30 am the next day at the KFC upstairs in the Second Food Store on Huaihai Road.

Today, after work, I rested at the office for a while and went straight to the appointment. When I arrived, he was already sitting there waiting for me. I ordered a corn on the cob, two spicy chicken wings, and a piece of chicken; he ordered some other things. We ate and chatted, discussing where to go in the afternoon. I suggested going to the movies, but he said there weren't many good movies these days, and we could buy a DVD and watch it together as a family. I thought that made sense. I said, "Then come shopping with me; I want to buy some autumn clothes." He said it was close to his workplace, and we might run into that acquaintance, which wouldn't be good. He seemed reluctant to go shopping with me. "Then where do you suggest we go?" I asked, a little annoyed. He didn't answer, just took big bites of his burger. After he finished the last bite, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and whispered in my ear, "I want to make love to you. Let's go to a hotel." He

added, "It's just after the National Day holiday, the hotels are practically empty, I guarantee nothing will happen."

His words instantly aroused me. I'm a very sexually active woman. Ever since my passionate lovemaking with my first boyfriend, I've never stopped pursuing sex. I'm never short of men around me; they're all successful, mature men. Sitting next to me is a man about 10 years younger than me, roughly the same age as my first boyfriend back then. Looking at him, I couldn't help but think of my first boyfriend; I like this type of boy. Ever since we first made love, I haven't wanted to refuse him. Deep down, I even hoped he would have that desire. But outwardly, I pretended to be reluctant, saying, "Will it be alright?"

Then I smiled at him and left with him. We booked a room at a nearby hotel and spent the entire afternoon until 9 pm in the room. We made love three times, slept together, and he went out to buy some food in between.

The first time, we started in the bathtub. As

soon as we entered the room, he hugged me and started kissing. He held me very tightly; I could hardly breathe. We kissed passionately, and I felt his heat rush into my body, his tongue firmly sucked into his mouth. His hands began to roam over my body. This lasted for about 5 minutes. When he was about to unbutton my skirt, I said to him, "Let's take a shower first," and he agreed. Then he helped me undo my clothes and bra, and then took off my skirt and panties. He kissed my nipples, then picked me up and took me into the bathroom.

He came in as soon as I started showering; this was the first time I had seen his naked body. The previous times had been rushed, and he hadn't even taken off his clothes. This time I could see clearly. He was very strong, with well-developed pectoral muscles, a lot of pubic hair, a large patch on his lower abdomen, dark and slightly curly, and a scar from an appendectomy on his lower right abdomen. His penis wasn't very big, but it was already starting to get erect, and he also had hair on his thighs. As soon as he came in, he hugged me, pressed my breasts against his body, and kissed my head and forehead. Then we started showering. He lathered my entire body with soap, scrubbing every inch of my skin, and occasionally pinched my nipples and probed my vaginal opening with his fingers. After

I finished showering, he wanted me to help him shower and even wanted me to touch his penis. I knelt down and rubbed his penis with my hand. I noticed it was very hard and swollen, red, with what looked like tiny bumps on the glans. I tried licking it and smelled a fishy odor, because he hadn't washed it yet. I felt my blood boiling, a strong sexual urge rising within me. I suddenly shoved his penis into my mouth. This startled him. I kept moving his penis in and out of my mouth, and I heard him making "oh...oh..."

sounds. He started actively pushing his penis into my mouth. He was very forceful; his penis reached my throat, making my heart race. He told me it felt good and wanted me to hurry. I knew that if this continued, he would ejaculate in my mouth.

I spat out his penis and stood up. He said he couldn't take it anymore and wanted to penetrate me. We stood facing each other in the bathtub. He had me put one foot on the edge of the tub and tried to insert it into my face, but he couldn't get it in after several attempts. Then he asked me to turn my back to him so he could try to insert it from behind, but that didn't work either. I was getting increasingly aroused, so I said, "Let me sit on the sink." This position is suitable for tall men; it's easier, allows for deeper penetration, and we can see each other's expressions. I really like this sex position. I'm definitely much more experienced than him in this area.

He lifted me onto the sink, and I naturally spread my legs. He stared at my vulva for over a minute, though I doubt he really looked closely. He even flicked my labia with his fingers a few times, then easily inserted his penis into my vagina. I couldn't help but moan upon penetration. I asked him to hold my buttocks, and I placed my thighs on his hands. He continued thrusting, powerfully and rapidly, constantly asking if it felt good. I closed my eyes and moaned repeatedly, feeling great. I didn't want to be distracted, didn't want to talk, just wanted to enjoy the pleasure. Occasionally, I would respond with a soft "Mmm."

Soon, he started

moaning "Oh... Oh..." and I felt his penis throbbing inside my vagina, about seven or eight times, before stopping. He ejaculated. I leaned forward and let him hold me, though I hadn't truly reached orgasm yet. I let him keep his penis inside me, and I wiggled my hips a few times. I could still feel the sensation of his penis inside my vagina, but that sensation slowly faded. His penis slid out of my vagina, and I felt his semen flowing down my vulva. I stood up, sat on the toilet, and wiped my vulva with toilet paper. He ejaculated a lot; I wiped three times and still felt something flowing out. At this moment, he stood beside me, just staring blankly. I looked at him and smiled, saying, "Do you like having sex with me?"

He answered, "Yes."

In fact, I didn't want his answer. At this moment, I would doubt any answer. On the contrary, I knew in my heart that I really enjoyed having sex with him.

The second time we had sex was in bed.

We were both naked, embracing each other in bed. It was a standard room with only two single beds. The bed was small, so we hugged tightly, and half of his body was actually on top of mine. Now, his hands were very well-behaved, not touching my body randomly, only rubbing my back. He said my back was smooth, like it had been powdered with talcum powder. My hands, however, were a bit restless, pinching his penis. I felt something wet and sticky on the head of his penis—it was his semen that hadn't been ejaculated and was now liquefied and flowing out. I secretly wiped it away on the blanket. He buried his head in my chest, kissing my breasts, and asked, "You've had a child, how come you still have such a good figure?"

I told him it was my secret and I couldn't tell him.

My figure is indeed very well maintained. I've hardly taken care of my child since giving birth; his grandmother has always cared for him. I haven't breastfed. If I did, my breasts would definitely sag and become flat, which is the last thing I want. My nipples are relatively small and still retain a youthful pink color. My breasts are still elastic, and only men have suckled my nipples. I also basically don't do housework. Most of my old clothes from before I had children are still wearable, but I rarely wear them anymore. Except for sometimes being tired from work, I'm basically free after work. So I often go out to eat and sing karaoke with colleagues and classmates. Also, because of our profession, we're often invited to meals, but I try to decline these invitations unless we're close friends. Of course, my two other sexual partners often invite me out, and with them, I don't have to think at all; they arrange everything.

Now, sleeping next to me is a boy. He has a strong sex drive but is completely clueless about sex techniques. He only knows how to lie on top of me and ejaculate into my vagina; he doesn't know anything else. I don't know why I like having sex with him. Actually, I don't know anything about him. I only know his name, where he lives in the city, and that he mentioned having a girlfriend before, but I don't know if he's had any sexual experience. I only know his appearance because he looks a lot like my first boyfriend. And my first boyfriend had a huge impact on me. I think that's why I got together with him.

I pushed away his half-pressed body, and we lay on our sides facing each other, but he still held me tightly. I wanted to understand him more, so I tentatively asked, "Is it comfortable having sex with me?"

"It's very, very comfortable. I want to keep having sex with you,"

he replied. I then asked, "Have you had sex with other girls before?"

His answer was frank. He said, "What era are we living in? You wouldn't believe me if I said I hadn't, you know? Now it's all about girls pursuing boys. With my looks, finding a girl is a piece of cake."

He paused for a moment and then continued, "Let me tell you, there are tons of girls who want to be with me, but I don't really like any of them. There is one girl I like, but she doesn't really pay attention to me. She only knows how to study, and I heard she's going to take the postgraduate entrance exam next year. I know she lives in Qingpu."

As he spoke, he sat up, took out a flattened pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and started smoking.

I hate men smoking; the smell is unbearable. My husband doesn't smoke.

I said, "Then you should pursue her more closely. Girls have soft hearts." He said while smoking, "My current girlfriend is a classmate from another class in the same year. Her name is XXX. She's quite pretty. You'll see her when you rotate to your department for your internship. But, I don't really feel good about being with her."

I asked again, "Have you had sex with her?"

"Yes, but not very often. We usually do it when no one's in the dorm at the end of the semester. It's always very rushed, nothing like we can hug each other naked like we do now. And every time after we're done, I'm always worried about whether she'll get pregnant until her next period. Several times I haven't dared to put my penis in her mouth; it's really boring."

He took a drag of his cigarette and continued, "Actually, we don't rely on sex to satisfy our sexual needs. We mainly rely on masturbation, usually two or three times a week, sometimes five or six times. If we relied on sex to satisfy our needs, we'd be driven crazy."

I was surprised by his frankness and then asked, "Would you marry her?"

"Marriage? No way! You think she's a virgin? I only started dating her last year. She wasn't a virgin before we slept together. Actually, she wants sex more than I do. We mostly have sex in her dorm room, and she's always the one who initiates our dates, saying she'll go to the movies or walk around. I bet she knows everyone in her dorm has gone home."

I felt he was disgusted by my questions.

Then he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard him pee. When he came out, he went to the water dispenser on the front shelf, poured himself a glass of water, and asked if I wanted some. I said no.

He went back to bed, this time pressing his whole body against mine. He was so heavy, I could hardly breathe. He kissed and licked my ears, neck, chest, and breasts fiercely. I felt my body covered in his saliva. After a while, he looked up at me with a serious expression. I thought he had something to say to me, and sure enough, he said, "XX (my name), I really like you. You're the woman of my dreams. Your figure, face, temperament, voice, and the way you walk are all exactly what my ideal girlfriend is like. I really like you, and I want to be with you forever, to make love with you."

I looked at him without saying anything. He continued, "Since the first time I made love with you, I've been avoiding my girlfriend. It's been over two weeks since we last made love, and during that time, I haven't let a single drop of my semen escape. I want to give it all to you. That period has been tough, but today, I finally got my wish."

Hearing his words, I was a little moved. I hugged him tightly, and we kissed passionately. I thought about how much semen he had ejaculated into my vagina just now, and connecting that to what he had just said, I couldn't help but find it a little ridiculous. Maybe he wasn't lying to me; he really did like me.

Just then, his phone rang. He got up to answer it; it sounded like a classmate calling. He made up a story, saying something had happened at home and he'd talk to me tomorrow, and hung up. He'd just put the phone down when it rang again. He glanced at the caller ID, didn't answer, and hung up again. "It's her, don't pay attention to her,"

he told me. The phone kept ringing; it was annoying. I told him to answer it, but he insisted. Later, the phone stopped ringing.

By then, I was sitting on the bed, topless. He turned to look at me, and I looked back at him. I noticed his gaze slowly moving towards my chest. "Your breasts are beautiful,"

he suddenly said. "Really?"

I felt a little embarrassed by his words and quickly pulled the blanket over myself, but he grabbed it and I couldn't pull it away. "You rascal,"

I said. Unexpectedly, my words only fueled his passion. He simply pulled the blanket all the way to the floor and said, "Let me look at you properly, I want to look to my heart's content."

Then, he made me lie down and knelt beside me. I gazed at him tenderly as he began to caress my body, starting with my breasts, slowly and gently rubbing them. When his palms touched my nipples, I felt so excited and comfortable. He would sometimes lean down to kiss my nipples, even taking them into his mouth and gently biting them a few times. I felt a warm, wet sensation in his mouth, which excited me more and more. Gradually, I closed my eyes, letting him do as he pleased. (The following sentence appears unrelated and likely a separate thought: "The last time we made love was actually me 'forcing myself'...") It was his phone ringing that woke us from our dream. I opened my eyes and found the room was already dark. He got up, turned on the light, found his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and then answered. I looked at my phone; it was almost 6 o'clock. The call seemed to be from his family. He said he was playing with classmates and wouldn't be home for dinner, adding that he would be home late and not to wait for him. I heard him say "Okay, okay" several times before hanging up. He told me it was his mother calling, asking if he was coming home for dinner today, saying someone had delivered a lot of authentic Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs to his house. He also said that every year around this time, people bring hairy crabs to his house, and they get tired of them after a while. He asked if I liked them, and I said they were okay. He said he'd treat me to some sometime. Speaking of food, I was actually a little hungry. I asked him, "Are you hungry?"

He said, "A little." "Then go buy something to eat,"

I said to him. He said, "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Anything, but bring me a cup of yogurt."

I love yogurt. He got dressed and went out, kissing me before he left.

While he was out, I called my mother-in-law's house. I don't know why, but I really missed my daughter at that moment. My father-in-law answered the phone. After exchanging a few pleasantries, I asked him to call my daughter over. She's only 18 and doesn't quite express herself properly yet. I heard her shouting on the other end of the phone, "Hello, Mom, when are you coming to pick me up?"

I told her that Mom was busy, but she would come to see me when she had time. I told her to be good at Grandma's and not to upset Grandpa and Grandma. I also asked her about kindergarten, but she said she didn't know much about it. At that moment, my heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes again...

He didn't come back for a long time. He said he didn't know what I liked to eat. He said he walked a long way along Huaihai Road. He said he remembered there was a Fengyu Shengjian snack shop on Ruijin Second Road, and he said he had seen me eat it for breakfast before, so he went to buy some. He also said there were many people and a long queue, and he was anxious because he was afraid I would be worried. He tried to call a taxi on his way back, but he didn't see a single empty one. Finally, he said he ran back. I saw that he was really sweating on his forehead. I was very touched.

I put on my underwear and a shirt and got out of bed. We sat on the sofa, chatting and laughing as we finished our pan-fried dumplings. Then, I leaned against him, nestled in his arms, sipping my yogurt while listening to him tell stories about his school (which was also my alma mater). At that moment, I felt incredibly romantic, as if I had returned to 10 years ago. I could feel that sweet, intimate feeling of being in love again. I think I might have fallen for him. "Do you want more?"

I asked him. He didn't understand what I meant, thinking I was asking if he was full, and said, "That's enough. If you're hungry, you can eat again when we get home."

I looked at him without saying anything, continuing to sip my yogurt. He looked at me too, and slowly he pulled me closer, placing his hands on my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I could clearly feel him caressing my breasts, even gently pinching my nipples a few times through my clothes. "You must be so lucky to be my husband,"

he suddenly said. "Can you tell me what your husband does?"

he then asked me. He had asked me this question several times before, and I had never answered him directly. It seemed I had no choice but to answer him today.

I told him, "My husband used to work in a state-owned enterprise. Later, he switched to a large multinational company in this city. He started as a department manager, but because he was very capable, had strong organizational skills, was technically skilled, and was well-liked, he was promoted by his boss to be the manager of a branch in another city a few years later." I couldn't stop talking. "My husband is a very good person and very responsible towards his family. We've been married for seven years, and he's never argued with me. He always gives in to me. Even now that he's away, he still takes care of everything at home. Except for weekends, he drives back to see me once or twice a week. And he's a filial son."

He interrupted me and asked, "Are you comfortable with him?"

I didn't want to talk about having sex with my husband, but he forced me to, so I told him, "My husband is indeed a good person, but he's rarely passionate in bed. It's always just normal. Sometimes I really want to have sex with him, but he doesn't seem interested."

I looked at him and noticed his expression was a little unnatural. I realized I shouldn't have told him these things; it hurt his pride.

I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, then pressed my lips to his. We started kissing. We kissed for a long time, neither of us wanting to separate, and we didn't say a word. He would push his tongue into my mouth one moment, then suck my tongue into his the next. I felt like I was truly kissing the person I loved most. I didn't want to be apart from him. Then, I felt his hand slip under my clothes and reach my chin to my chest, caressing my breasts. I felt myself getting excited. I looked up at him and softly said, "Do you still want to make love with me?"

He said, "Yes, but I don't know if I can still do it."

I touched his crotch a few times but couldn't feel his erect penis. I thought his penis really wasn't hard. I said, "Let me kiss it."

He didn't object. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his zipper, and pulled his penis out from under his briefs. He said it was uncomfortable, so he took off all his pants himself. He sat on the sofa, leaning back with his head tilted back. I knelt between his legs and started kissing his penis. His penis was soft, and the foreskin was a bit long. When I pulled back his foreskin, I could still smell the scent of my vaginal fluid left on his glans. I licked his glans a few times with my tongue, then sucked on it for a while. I noticed his penis was getting bigger. I continued to suck and lick it, even taking it all into my mouth, moving it constantly. I heard him say, "So good...so good..."

His penis became hard. I held his penis in my hand and rubbed it up and down, occasionally putting it in my mouth for a few moments. I felt it getting harder and harder, and my arms started to ache. I looked up and asked him, "Do you want to go in?"

He said, "Yes."

I stood up, took off my underwear, and then sat on him with my legs apart. I lifted my buttocks slightly, grabbed his penis, and thrust my hips forward forcefully, and his penis entered my vagina. He said to me, "So good, so good."

I was sitting on him, or rather, squatting on the sofa, my hands on his thighs, pushing my buttocks forward. I don't know when he unbuttoned my shirt, but he was squeezing my breasts with both hands, saying repeatedly, "So good, so good, I want more, I want more."

The sofa was soft, which made it difficult for me, so I suggested we go to the bed, and he agreed.

He insisted that I stay on top, saying it felt especially good when I was on top, and I complied. On the bed, it was much easier. I spread my legs and knelt on his hips, and his penis easily slid in. I leaned over him, kissing him while moving my lower body. I kept lifting my hips and thrusting forward. I heard him shout, "So good, so good, I want more, I want more!"

I felt his penis rubbing intensely against my vagina, producing a very strong pleasure. As the friction increased, the pleasure intensified. I was exhausted. I felt as if a dark cloud had blocked out the blue sky. I just needed to hold on a little longer to break through the cloud and ascend into the sky. I had no strength left. With my last breath, I thrust forward a few more times, and finally, I broke through the cloud, saw the blue sky, and ascended into the sky. At the same time, I heard him shout, "Oh... I'm coming, I'm coming... Move a little more, move a little more!"

I felt him grab my hips and push and pull hard a few times, then let out two long cries, and his penis throbbed a few more times inside my vagina. He ejaculated into my vagina again. I lay on top of him, unable to move. He held me, kissing my face, and said, "I never thought it would feel so good for a woman to be on top during sex. I've never experienced anything like

it before. From now on, you'll be on top when we have sex." I didn't have the strength to reply. He continued, "I always thought oral sex in porn was just for show. I never imagined it felt so good. I feel an especially intense pleasure when I have sex with him after oral sex."

He kept talking to me and tried to get up. I said to him, "Don't move, okay?"

His penis was still inside me. I hadn't recovered from the pleasure I'd just experienced. I was still enjoying the sensation, and I wanted it to last forever.

We rested for a while, then took a shower. It was almost 9 o'clock. He offered to take me home, but I said no. He insisted. I suggested we take the subway, but he insisted on taking a taxi. On the way home, he held me tightly without saying a word. As we approached my home, I said to him, "Am I a bad woman? You shouldn't be with me."

He didn't answer. Not far from my apartment complex, I asked the driver to stop, kissed him, said goodbye, and got out of the car. Just as I entered the building, my phone rang; it was a text message. I took my phone out of my bag, opened the message, and saw only three words: "I love you"; from: 1380xxxxxxxx2. My family has been calling and texting me constantly these past few days (after the National Day holiday, he left our department for an internship in another department). He said he missed me, that he'd been reminiscing about the feeling of being with me, that he cherished that feeling, that he wanted to be with me again, and that he asked when I was free. I told him I couldn't these days. My husband was coming home at the end of the month, and I was working on my previous articles. Of course, I didn't tell him any of this. My husband came home at the end of the month, and he also picked up our daughter. My daughter was very happy to see me, sitting on my lap and snuggling up to me. My husband is cooking in the kitchen. I can't cook. When my husband isn't home, I'm either on duty at work, visiting my daughter at my mother-in-law's, eating well there, or eating out with colleagues, or sometimes visiting my parents. If I'm alone, I just make myself some instant noodles. I remember during SARS this year, my husband didn't come home for almost a month. That period was really tough; I ate instant noodles for almost a month. Looking back, I don't know how I got through it.

My husband made three dishes and a soup, including my favorite cabbage, pork skin, and vermicelli soup. The groceries were all bought at the nearby supermarket; there doesn't seem to be a farmers' market near our house. Sometimes I feel the vegetables aren't very fresh, but I don't like to say it out loud. During dinner, my husband told me that the company has been very busy lately. Due to the impact of SARS in the first half of the year, this year's production and profit targets might not be met. Therefore, he plans to personally travel to Guangzhou, Shenzhen, and Beijing at the end of the month or the beginning of November to meet with several major clients to see if there's any possibility of increasing orders, or at least increasing cash flow. He'll be gone for about 10 days, and told me to be careful while he's home alone. He also said that if I have something to do at the end of the month or if I'm tired of taking care of the child alone, I'll leave our daughter with her mother. He rarely talks about work at home, so it seems he's really worried this time. He also said that he's been very tired these past two years, constantly traveling back and forth, even though it's not very far, each trip takes more than four hours. Furthermore, our daughter will be starting first grade next year, and she can't stay with her mother anymore. So he plans to talk to my husband after the New Year; if he can be transferred back, that would be best, but if not, he plans to find another company. I feel he's very preoccupied this time.

After dinner, we sat in the living room playing with our daughter. She's very clever; she already knows many characters and can recite long nursery rhymes or stories. Sometimes we let her be the little actress, and we're the audience, and she performs a show for us, which makes us laugh uncontrollably. Around 9 pm, my husband said to me, "Let's get some rest."

Then we took turns showering and going to bed. Our house has three bedrooms and a living room; two facing south are bedrooms, and the one facing north is a study. Our daughter is still young, and she's afraid to sleep alone, but it's too crowded for the three of us to sleep together, so we take turns sleeping with her, and the other person sleeps in the next room. Our daughter said she wanted her dad to sleep with her tonight, so I said goodnight to them and came out of the room. I don't usually go to bed early, so I went to the study and turned on the computer to go online.

About half an hour later, I heard footsteps approaching; it was my husband's voice. He came into the study in his pajamas. "Are you online?" he said to me. I said, "Yes."

"Didn't you say you can go online at work now? Are you still online at home?"

He paused, then added, "I've noticed you haven't looked well lately. Are you staying up late online? You need to take care of yourself. You're not a little girl anymore."

My husband's words were always caring, considerate, and polite.

"Going online is really fun, and time flies by. I have nothing to do at home alone," I said. My husband didn't say anything more. I saw him looking for something on the bookshelf, but it seemed aimless. He pulled out a few books, flipped through them, and put them back. He seemed to suddenly remember something and said to me, "I heard there's a light sculpture exhibition at Changfeng Park. How about we take our daughter to see it on Sunday?"

I said I didn't want to go; you can take her by yourself. Actually, I wanted to finish those two articles and send them out as soon as possible. He didn't say anything and went out. I heard him watching TV alone in the living room, changing channels several times. After a while, the TV stopped, and he came back in. "Go to bed early."

He said... At the end of the day, although we hadn't agreed on it, it seemed to be our legally mandated time for sex, unless there were special circumstances. As usual, we each took off our clothes; I was still wearing my underwear, while he was completely naked. We lay in bed, cuddling and kissing. He reached under my underwear to touch my breasts, and I would reach down to touch his penis. Gradually, I felt myself getting excited, and his penis was already hard. He started reaching under my panties to touch my clitoris, and I felt increasingly excited. I pulled my panties down to my thighs, and he kicked them off onto the blanket. Then he rolled over and pinned me down. We started making love. We rarely changed positions during sex; sometimes I would sit on top of him, and occasionally, I would let him penetrate me from behind. He said it felt very comfortable, but he felt it was indecent. With my husband, we didn't need to talk much, and I could reach orgasm. After we finished having sex, I was worried about his semen on the bed, so I went to the bathroom. I wanted to find my panties, but I couldn't find them, so I covered my genitals with my hand and rushed to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I heard him say, "Go sleep with our daughter, I'm tired and don't want to move."

I took a pair of panties from the closet, put them on, and went to sleep with our daughter.

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