I sleep with other men's wives, and they also have sex with my wife.

One evening, I came home from work. Just as I reached my door, it opened, and a young man rushed out. He saw me, paused for a moment, and then ran away. What was going on? I was puzzled. I went inside and saw Pingping lying naked on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Seeing me, she lunged at me, shouting, "Ahua, I've been raped!" She then burst into tears in my arms.

I comforted her and asked her what had happened. She cried as she recounted her ordeal: "

Today was my day off. Around 2 PM, I came home after shopping. As soon as I opened the door, someone shoved me forcefully from behind, pushing me into the living room. I turned around and saw a young man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and dark skin, with short hair. He slipped inside, closed the door, and held a gleaming, sharp knife in his right hand. He stared at me with a lewd grin.

'What do you want?!' I shouted."

“Beautiful lady, I’m going to rape you! Heh heh heh heh…” The guy approached me

, brandishing a sharp knife and grinning maliciously. I was so terrified that I trembled all over and almost collapsed to the floor. He walked up to me, pressed the knife against my face, and rubbed it against my skin, threatening, “Don’t make a sound, don’t resist, or I’ll slash your pretty face.”

I stood there, too afraid to move, terrified that his knife would actually pierce my face. I was so scared that I wanted to cry, but I didn’t make a sound; tears streamed down my face. He removed the knife from my face and rubbed it against my breasts through my clothes. I felt a chill run through my body from my breasts, and I was so scared that I almost peed myself.

“Beautiful lady, don’t be afraid. As long as you obey me and let me enjoy myself, I won’t hurt you. Say, ‘Sir, please penetrate me!’” As soon as I finished speaking, I felt the knife in his hand tighten, pressing firmly against my heart.

I felt like my chest skin was about to be pierced, and my face flushed red as I whispered, "Sir, please... insert it into me!"

The man smiled and nodded, touching my face with his rough hand, saying, "A wise man submits to circumstances. Take me to your room!" With that, he pushed me, and I involuntarily turned around, slowly walking towards the room, my mind racing, "What should I do? What should I do?"

The room was only a few steps from the hall, and in the blink of an eye, we were in the room, at the bedside. I turned around, looking at the man, and pleaded, "Sir, please let me go! I can give you money!"

"Money? I don't want it. I just want you. I've spent weeks scouting to get you."

I was desperate, feeling like a lone boat in a stormy sea.

"Take off your clothes!"

Looking at his calm expression, I dared not disobey him. Up until now, he had only touched my face once, and suddenly, I sensed something special about this man.

“Be good, don’t force me to use violence, it won’t do you any good.”

I slowly started unbuttoning my clothes. He watched me quietly, without coming over to touch me. My shirt came off, and soon, my skirt came off too. I was only wearing a bra and panties that barely covered my pubic hair. He was still watching me quietly, so I had no choice but to take off my bra. At that moment, I saw his eyes light up, and his body trembled slightly. Finally, I took off my panties. It

was the first time I had ever been naked in front of a stranger. I lowered my head in shame, my right hand covering my chest, and my left hand covering my genitals.

At this moment, the guy started to act. He put down the knife and quickly took off all his clothes. When he took off his panties, his huge penis sprang out with a “whoosh.” I gasped inwardly. That penis was as big and long as a flashlight. I thought: Oh no, how am I going to take this!

He walked up to me, put his arm around me, and gently stroked my back with both hands. His large penis rubbed against my vulva, a sensation I couldn't quite describe—was it pleasurable or uncomfortable? After a while, he adjusted his position, pressing his large penis against the outside of my left thigh, his left hand around my back, and his right hand kneading my breasts. His movements were so practiced, so gentle. I closed my eyes, letting his hands roam over my body, and gradually I stopped being afraid.

Suddenly, he pressed my shoulder and said, "Squat down!"

I squatted down, his large penis swaying in front of my eyes. Ah, so thick, so long! I vaguely knew what he wanted me to do. Sure enough, he said, "Suck me a banana!" His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was irresistible.

I had never sucked a banana for a man before. I reached out my right hand and grabbed his large penis. Ah, one hand couldn't even encircle his large penis, so I had to hold it with both hands, open my mouth, and take it in, licking and kissing it.

Unexpectedly, my first time eating a banana was incredibly pleasurable for him. He closed his eyes and let out soft moans. I licked and stroked his penis, listening to his moans, and I was infected by his charm; my vulva became wet without my realizing it.

After about five minutes, he suddenly helped me up, pushed me onto the bed, and then pressed himself against me, kissing my face, neck, breasts, and inner thighs indiscriminately. Suddenly, he moved his mouth to my vulva and began licking it with his tongue. My vulva was suddenly subjected to such intense stimulation that I involuntarily trembled all over.

My vulva had never been licked before. His tongue licked my labia majora and minora, clitoris, and vaginal opening, as agile as a snake and as hot as a heater. A feeling of ecstasy spread from my vulva throughout my body, and I became completely weak.

Suddenly, he jumped up, lifted my legs, and bent them so that my knees were touching my shoulders. He knelt behind me, freeing one hand to guide his large penis towards my vulva. I opened my eyes and pleaded, "Sir, your penis is big, please be gentle!" He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle."

With a "pop," his large penis slowly entered my vagina, and it went in without any obstruction—my vagina was already so wet, I was already aroused.

His large penis rhythmically and slowly moved in and out of my body, and I could feel my vagina gripping his large penis tightly. With each thrust, currents of electricity shot from my vagina to my whole body. I opened my mouth, wanting to express my pleasure through moaning, but I reminded myself that I was being raped, how could I be so shameless? I tried to suppress my moans, but I couldn't control my panting.

Seeing that I was responding, he increased the speed of his thrusts, his large penis hitting my cervix with each stroke. After hundreds of thrusts, he lowered my legs, spread them apart, and lay on top of me, continuing to thrust using the "nine shallow, one deep" method.

A new climax came, and I found my hands tightly wrapped around his waist, roaming over his body. Then, he kissed my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth. I couldn't help but extend my own, and our tongues intertwined.

After a few minutes of deep kissing, he turned me over, making me kneel on the bed, while he knelt behind me. After caressing my buttocks for a while, he lifted his large penis, aimed it at my vagina, and thrust it in hard. A series of rapid "slap slap" sounds came from behind me.

"Powerful! So good!" I thought. I swayed my body, trying my best to match his thrusts, and a moan finally escaped my lips. I finally abandoned the most basic dignity of a woman, a woman being raped. I screamed loudly, moaning like a bitch in heat.

He grabbed my breasts with both hands, like grasping a lump of dough, showing no mercy, pulling them back hard, again and again. At that moment, the guy's bestial nature was fully exposed. I felt a tearing pain in my breasts, but also an indescribable pleasure coming from my vagina.

Suddenly, a surge of hot liquid hit my cervix. I felt incredibly good, cried out, and collapsed onto the bed. White semen gushed from my vulva, soaking a large patch of the sheets.

"How was it? Enjoyable, wasn't it? Feeling good being raped?"

I closed my eyes and nodded in shame. He pounced on me again, groping and kissing me haphazardly for a while before putting on his clothes.

As he left, he said to me, "I met you at McDonald's three months ago, and I was immediately captivated by your beauty. From that moment on, I was determined to rape you. I spent three months investigating your and your family's daily routines and scouting the area before deciding to do it today. You are the most beautiful, the most lewd, and the most sensible of the twenty-five women I've raped, and the only one I didn't harm too much. Don't worry, I have professional ethics. I only do what I want with a woman, unless she calls the police. Goodbye, darling!" After saying that, he vigorously rubbed my breasts, which were red from his gripping, picked up the gleaming sharp knife, tucked it into his waistband, and left.

Pingping hugged me and recounted her ordeal of being raped. As I listened to her story, I caressed her smooth, white body, my penis hardening. I felt an inexplicable excitement at the thought of my wife being raped.

Pingping asked, "Honey, you won't be disgusted with me, will you?"

I thought: Last time you slept with A-Ming, I didn't mind, so why not this time? I stroked her hair, comforting her, "No, it wasn't your fault, why would I blame you?"

She blushed and said, "But, I had an orgasm when I was raped..."

"Since you can't escape rape, just enjoy it! What's wrong with that?"

"Will you have any psychological barriers when you have sex with me in the future?"

"No, I'll prove it to you now." I pushed her away, quickly untied her restraints, and thrust in.

"No, there's that man's semen inside, let me wash it off!"

"Then use it as lubricant!" Saying this, my penis pierced her vagina, piercing the vagina filled with the semen of the man who raped my wife. Pingping probably hadn't had enough of that guy yet; she was panting heavily, experiencing multiple orgasms.

For the next few months, whenever I made love to Pingping, I would always talk to her about that rape experience. She would always blush and seem very excited. I didn't need to put in much effort to arouse her; she would quickly reach orgasm. And I, whenever I talked about it, felt an extra thrill, and my penis would be particularly hard.

I often regretted not going home earlier that day, not being able to see Pingping being raped with my own eyes, seeing her ecstasy during the rape—how wonderful that would have been! Or, I could have even had sex with my dear wife with that guy! Ugh, I'm such a pervert!

My house is a three-story building. On either side of my house lived a college student and a young couple, their houses were also three stories, just like mine. But the third floor was actually half a room and half a rooftop. I used this room as a guest room and rarely went up there. The distance between the two buildings was only a foot, so we could easily move between the rooftops if we wanted.

One evening, Pingping and I were enjoying the cool air on the rooftop. In the heat of the moment, we couldn't resist. Pingping said, "Let's go down to our bedroom."

I said, "I can't resist anymore, let's do it in this room." I pointed to the guest room next to the rooftop.

"How can that be? That room doesn't have curtains, people will see us."

"It's so late, who'll come to see you? Besides, isn't this exciting?"

"Fine, let's go. If your wife is seen by someone, you're the one who loses out."

"What loss? Last time you were raped, I didn't say I lost out. Besides, good things should be shared!"

Mentioning the rape incident made her even more excited. She grabbed my hand and led me into the guest room, not even closing the door, taking off her clothes and lying down on the bed. I closed the door, took off my clothes too, looked at her beautiful body on the bed, and got on top of her, and we started making love.

Pingping was especially excited making love in this new environment; her moans drifted out the window. As we were working, I glanced out the window. There was someone standing there; I could tell from his build it was the college student. I whispered to Pingping, "Honey, that college student next door is watching us from outside." I thought Pingping would jump up if she heard that.

But to my surprise, she opened her eyes, glanced out the window, and whispered to me, "What should we do? Let's put on a great show for him. Ah... ah..." She became even more wanton, moaning and rubbing her breasts, her body contorting.

I thought, let's put on a show. I can't let that kid outside look down on me, his senior. I want him to know I'm a stud, a real man. We tried one move after another.

I looked out the window again. The college student's body was swaying back and forth. I was sure he was watching our "spectacular performance" while masturbating. This guy was really lucky; he could masturbate while admiring my wife—a mature and beautiful woman's perfect body, admiring her wanton expression as she was being fucked, and admiring her melodious, captivating moans.

I fucked her for a full 30 minutes before pulling out and ejaculating onto Pingping's high, firm breasts. To show off the size of my penis, I even waved it a few times towards the window. At that moment, the college student showed no sign of leaving. His face was pressed against the windowpane, completely unafraid of being discovered, his eyes greedily fixed on Pingping's beautiful body, her shapely, high breasts, her wet vulva, and the thick pubic hair. Pingping was only 22 years old then, truly like a budding flower.

From then on, Pingping frequently asked me to make love in that guest room, behaving exceptionally wantonly during sex, which I gladly accepted. Firstly, being spied on during sex was indeed exciting; secondly, Pingping enjoyed it; her wantonness made me feel good; and thirdly, Pingping's body was so beautiful, showing it off to others made me, as her husband, feel proud. Letting others see it didn't hurt. It was a win-win situation, so why not? From then on, we always made love in the guest room, and every time, the college student would peep through the window.

One night, Pingping and I went up to the rooftop again. Once on the rooftop, we suddenly heard a faint moan. What was going on? Pingping and I secretly climbed over the other side of the rooftop and approached the room. Ah! There, the college student was riding on top of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, passionately thrusting into her. The girl was beautiful, with fair skin, high, full breasts, and radiating youthful energy. With each thrust, the college student's penis was vaguely visible.

Pingping was captivated, gripping my hand tightly, and my penis unconsciously hardened. I pulled open Pingping's robe; of course, Pingping was naked underneath. I first rubbed Pingping's breasts, then touched her vulva. Ah! It was wet.

Pingping whispered in my ear, "Honey, fuck me, I can't hold back anymore!"

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate? Let's go back and do it later."

"No, I can't hold back anymore. And I want to watch while we do it!" she said shyly.

I thought, watching others do it while I do it myself, how exciting! I took out my already pent-up penis, took off Pingping's robe, and inserted it into her vagina from behind. Pingping's vagina was already overflowing with fluids, and my penis easily reached her G-spot.

Inside the room, the college student was imitating the techniques he used while spying on us making love, making the girl moan repeatedly. It was clear that the girl was no longer a virgin. And the boy, influenced by me, even had my style in every move. I thought, if I blindfolded Pingping and let him do it, Pingping definitely wouldn't be able to tell if it was him or me.

Then I looked at the college student. He pulled the girl's body to the edge of the bed, and at that moment, I had a chance to see her genitals. His pubic hair was sparse, just a small tuft, and his thighs were spread open, revealing the pink flesh of her vaginal opening. He inserted his penis into the girl again, grasping her breasts with both hands and rhythmically pulling them back, while his penis thrust forward in rhythm with his hands.

This was a move I always performed when he was spying on me. Firstly, this move allowed him to clearly see my wife's high, perfect breasts and thick pubic hair, which I was so proud of, to see my Pingping's rich expressions during sex, and even more so, to see my large penis; secondly, it was Pingping's favorite move.

A series of "slap slap" sounds of flesh hitting flesh, combined with the woman's pleasant moans and the college student's occasional low groans, created a beautiful melody. Pingping and I, lost in our passionate thrusting, enjoyed this vibrant and alluring scene. The only downside was that neither of us could make a sound.

Being teenagers, after a few minutes of thrusting, the college student yelled and stopped—he had ejaculated. After a pause, the girl caressed the boy's penis, saying with lingering pleasure, "You're amazing! I felt like I was in heaven! Didn't you say it was your first time making love? How do you know so much?"

"Of course, I had a teacher!"

"You get taught how to make love?"

"If you don't believe me, put on your clothes and come with me."

I was still outside the window, embracing Pingping and thrusting. Hearing the college student say this, I immediately pulled out my penis and said to Pingping, "Come on, it's our turn to perform!" I grabbed Pingping and hurriedly returned to the guest room, took off our clothes, and started doing it again.

Pingping knew that someone was coming to watch her perform again, and she was very excited. Moreover, this was the first time a girl had come to watch us make love. As soon as my penis entered, she cried out excitedly.

About two minutes later, I noticed the two boys had reached the window, and I clearly saw the girl cover her mouth with her hand, about to gasp. I leaned down and whispered to Pingping, "She's here, right outside the window." Pingping reacted even more passionately.

I used all my skills, thrusting in and out, then changing positions every now and then. Pingping's beautiful singing voice rose and fell, making everyone who heard it feel excited. The college student couldn't resist any longer; he unbuttoned the girl's school uniform and bra, vigorously rubbing and twisting her breasts. Later, I saw him lean down again, presumably to take off her school skirt and panties. Then, the college student hugged the girl from behind, his body rocking rapidly back and forth. I knew they were doing what we had just done, enjoying someone else's performance while making love. The

girl pressed one hand against the windowsill, the other covering her cherry-like mouth, which was about to let out a moan from extreme pleasure, her body twisting as she thrust backward forcefully. I pulled out my penis, got off the bed, moved Pingping to the edge of the bed, and, holding my hard, thick penis, waved it defiantly towards the window a few times. I noticed the girl's expression of surprise again. My penis must have surprised her with its size!

I gripped it and thrust it hard into Pingping's vagina. Pingping caressed her breasts with one hand and her clitoris with the other, moaning, "Faster, faster... harder, faster, fuck me to death! Ah... I'm going to heaven..."

Her lewd cries stimulated the couple outside the window, and Pingping's heaving breasts and alluring facial expressions further aroused the college student. The student thrust a few times quickly, then stopped, his body arching over the girl's back. Almost simultaneously, I ejaculated onto Pingping's cervix.

I lay on Pingping's beautiful body, my hands playing with her curvaceous figure. The couple outside the window had left sometime earlier.

After resting for a while, Pingping hugged me tightly, saying ecstatically, "Husband, you fuck me so well. So exciting!"

One night, Pingping and I made love again in the guest room. For some reason, after fifteen minutes, even using our last-minute trick – "splitting sugarcane by the bedside" – the college student still hadn't shown up. Pingping and I were both a little disappointed.

Just then, the doorbell rang downstairs. I told Pingping, "Someone's here. You rest for a bit, I'll be right back." At that moment, I caught a glimpse of the college student outside the window. I wondered what he would do after I left. I told Pingping, "I'll turn off the light, and we'll have our little battle in the dark when I get back." As I left, I deliberately didn't close the door completely, leaving a small gap.

When I opened the door, it was the postman delivering a registered letter. After taking the letter, I sneaked up to the third floor and crouched by the stairs, observing the situation. I saw the college student standing at the guest room door, hesitate for a moment, take off his clothes, glance at the stairs again, and then slip into the room. I quietly went to the window and listened to what was happening inside.

Pingping was still lying on the edge of the bed. The guy walked over, touched Pingping's body, and inserted his penis into her vagina. "Ah...ah...husband, faster...harder...thrust! It feels so good...ah!" Pingping kept moaning.

I was outside, listening to Pingping's moans, feeling both excited and uncomfortable. Did Pingping really not recognize who was doing her?

About two minutes later, the guy, whether out of panic or excessive excitement, let out a low growl and ejaculated.

"Why did it end so quickly?" Pingping said. The guy didn't dare linger, picked up his clothes, and left.

When he returned to his room, I was already waiting for him. I grabbed his hair and said fiercely, "Kid, what you've done! I'm going to take you to the police station!"

He hadn't even had time to put on his clothes yet and was stunned by this sudden turn of events, collapsing to the ground. He stammered, "Forgive me, don't arrest me, I'll make it up to you."

"How will you make it up to you? You slept with my wife, can that make it up to you?"

"Yes, yes, I'll have my girlfriend sleep with you!"

I thought: My goal is about to be achieved. Ever since I saw him having sex with his girlfriend, that youthful girl has left a very deep impression on me.

"What girlfriend? Is it the one you brought home a few days ago?"

"Yes, yes."

"How can she compare to my wife! Would she sleep with me?"

"Tomorrow night, after I've had some foreplay with her, I'll turn off the lights and go out. You come in and have sex with her; she won't recognize you."

"Okay. My wife won't know it was you who slept with her, you have to keep it a secret!"

"Yes, yes, definitely!"

After negotiating with that guy, I returned to my room. Pingping heard me come in and said, "Why did it take so long? Who came?"

I understood; Pingping actually knew that the person who slept with her just now wasn't me. It was probably the low growl from that guy's ejaculation that my wife heard, but she hadn't mentioned it to me. I was happy to play dumb. After all, it wasn't the first time my wife had slept with someone else; the most important thing was that she enjoyed the process. I turned on the light, mounted her, and started again. Stimulated by my wife's experience with someone else, I was incredibly excited and performed with great skill. Pingping even begged for mercy under my rod.

The next night, after Pingping fell asleep, I waited on the rooftop. After a while, I saw the high school student bring the girl into the room. I went to the window and looked into the room. The two of them were sitting on the bed, passionately kissing and caressing each other. Soon, they had taken off their clothes and were rolling around on the bed. Looking at the girl's newly developed breasts, her bright red nipples, and her fair skin, thinking that I would soon possess such a beautiful body, every cell in my body trembled with excitement, and my penis became erect.

Compared to my Pingping, she was certainly not as beautiful as Pingping, did not have Pingping's graceful curves, mature charm, or Pingping's intoxicating lust. But she exuded the youthful energy unique to young girls, and besides, she was also very charming.

Then the lights in the room went out, and I knew it was my turn. I quickly took off all my clothes. At that moment, the college student quietly came out, pointed into the room when he saw me, and went downstairs.

I went into the room, went to the bed, and reached under the bed. My hand touched a soft mass of flesh—ah! It was a breast. "So bouncy! A young girl's breasts are so wonderful," I thought.

I got on the bed and pressed myself against the girl, kissing her on the lips. The girl immediately extended her warm, moist tongue, which intertwined with mine. After a long, passionate kiss, our tongues and fingers shifted their attack, heading towards her breasts. I played with her high, rounded breasts to my heart's content, inhaling the girl's intoxicating fragrance. The girl's breathing became heavy. Then, my tongue moved to her thighs and mons pubis, while my fingers were not idle, gently pressing on her clitoris.

The girl was overflowing with lust. I pointed my finger into her opening. Ah, it was wet; her juices were flowing out, soaking the sheets. I inserted my finger into her little hole. Ah, so narrow! It was a little difficult to insert just one finger. I stirred my finger inside her, and soon she was panting heavily.

It was time. I parted her legs, guided my penis, and pushed her labia apart. I thrust forward slightly, and my penis entered her vagina. A jolt of electricity shot through my body. I continued to push forward, quickly reaching her G-spot.

"Ah! It feels so good! How come that thing is suddenly so big tonight... ah!" the girl moaned.

At first, I only moved slowly because, once my penis entered her, my glans felt both sore and numb, and my semen felt like it was about to burst out at any moment. After a few minutes, my penis got used to the environment and became less restrained, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusts. The girl's upper body twisted and turned, her head swaying, her small mouth singing a beautiful and melodious lovemaking symphony under the direction of my penis. I used all my skills, employing various lovemaking techniques, determined to make this girl experience this unforgettable night.

The girl's voice became hoarse, and her upper body gradually stopped twisting. "Ah! Ah! Wei, how come you're so amazing tonight? I... ah... I only just learned what lovemaking is today. Your skills in bed are amazing, I, Chen Yuling, will follow you from now on." At this moment, I learned the name of the girl I was having sex with.

I thought, after playing for more than an hour, my little brother has had his fill, it's time to call it a day. I increased the speed of my thrusting, frantically thrusting hundreds more times in her wet little hole, my glans felt another wave of tingling, and my semen, like a flood, gushed into the cervix of the beautiful girl, Yuling. I lay on top of her, caressing her youthful body once more, playing with her firm breasts. Finally, I kissed her lovely cheek, got up, and left the room.

The college student, Awei, was already waiting naked at the door. Seeing me come out, he immediately went into the room and turned on the light. The girl also put on her clothes, chatted with Awei for a while, and then left.

"My wife had sex with someone for a minute, and I had sex with his girlfriend for an hour. I didn't lose out! But that kid Awei is going to be in trouble. I wonder how he'll satisfy Aling?" Thinking this, I went home.

Another beautiful, moonlit night. Pingping was away on a business trip, and I was alone at home, feeling incredibly bored, so I went up to the rooftop. After watching Awei and Aling make love, my penis was throbbing and wouldn't yield for a long time. Then, I noticed that the rooftop door of the other room was half-open, but there was no one on the rooftop, and no one in the guest room either. What happened? I thought: Mr. and Mrs. Wen are so careless.

I crept down the stairs to the second floor and heard moans. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw the bedroom door ajar, and Mrs. Wen lay naked on the bed. Mrs. Wen was about 25 years old, roughly my age. I had always had a good impression of her. She often wore solid-colored suits, appearing both elegant and refined. Mrs. Wen was beautiful, with fair skin and a fantastic figure. Most captivating was her beautiful face, so alluring that one couldn't bear to look away. I never imagined that the usually elegant and quiet Mrs. Wen would behave like this.

She lay on the bed, her left hand rubbing her breasts, her right hand holding a dildo, thrusting it in and out of her vagina, occasionally letting out moans. I lay outside her bedroom door, my eyes glued to the scene inside. Her eyes were closed, her body contorted with excitement.

Mrs. Wen's figure was even better after she took off her clothes. Her breasts were high, and her nipples were small and pointed. Unlike Pingping's, her areolas were maroon. The only flaw was her slightly protruding lower abdomen. But what surprised me most was that her mons pubis was completely hairless. Mrs. Wen was a bald woman! I had never been with a bald woman before.

"Mrs. Wen has sexual needs, and I'm happy to help her!" Thinking this, I saw a semi-transparent stocking by the door. I picked it up, put it over my head, took off my clothes, and slipped into the room.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Mrs. Wen said in terror.

"I'm here to help you satisfy your sexual needs." As I spoke, I pulled out the electric dildo that was still inside her, got on the bed, and, holding the dildo, parted her labia. I thrust forward and inserted the dildo.

"Ah...no, please stop! No, ah..." Her pleas for mercy grew weaker with each thrust, eventually turning into moans.

"This slut is truly wanton! So demure and dignified on ordinary days, but she's a completely different person in bed."

At that moment, I fully enjoyed the intense guilt and thrill of the rape; I enjoyed the waves of pleasure emanating from the tight, wet vagina of the beautiful Mrs. Wen, rubbing against my penis; I enjoyed the rich, lewd facial expressions on her face after her orgasm. Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, left and right insertions, straight to the dragon's head…

I unleashed my full bedroom skills, and Mrs. Wen was being fucked to the point of ecstasy. Her body thrust back desperately with the rhythm of my thrusts, her eyes tightly closed, her small mouth emitting moans that rose and fell, occasionally uttering cries of "Faster," "Don't stop," "Deeper," "I'm going to die," "I'm going to die," "Mommy!" I've been with many women, but I'd never encountered a woman as expressive and eloquent as Mrs. Wen.

After thousands of thrusts, I grew a little tired, slowed my pace, and lay on top of her, caressing her breasts. Her breasts were white, tender, and bouncy, making me unable to put them down.

After playing with them for a while, Mrs. Wen pushed me away, signaling me to continue. I had no choice but to unleash my full power and fight her to the bitter end. "Old man pushing a cart," "splitting sugarcane by the bedside," "half a roast goose thigh"... I used every trick in the book, letting Mrs. Wen experience all the pleasures a woman should have but often cannot have. Finally, I fired all my cannonballs into her headquarters—her cervix.

After embracing and caressing each other for a while, she exclaimed, "You're doing so well, I'm dying! I wish my husband was half as good as you. Take off your hood, Ahua!"

I was stunned, and after a long pause, I asked in confusion, "How did you know it was me?"

"Tonight's events were deliberately arranged by me. My husband and your wife are both away on business. I deliberately opened the rooftop door so you would come in out of curiosity. I've seen you making love on the rooftop. You're so handsome, so manly, and so good in bed. I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time, but I was afraid your wife was so beautiful that you wouldn't like me."

"Ah, so I fell for your trick!" I took off the sock, kissed her, and said, "You tricked me, how are you going to make it up to me?"

"Make it up to you? Did you lose out? If you feel like you lost out, I'll sleep with you tonight, and you can do whatever you want with me! I'll make sure you're comfortable. Tomorrow, we'll be even, and forget about it!"

"How can you do this to your husband?"

"I'm not content with only one man in my life. I want to create the most exciting and unforgettable moments of my life. Can you guarantee your wife doesn't have such thoughts, or that she hasn't had sex with other men?"

Thinking back to that time Pingping and Amin made love, I thought, Amin came, and Pingping was still wearing a sexy nightgown—wasn't that clearly seducing him? Didn't Pingping also have this thought in her heart, "I'm not content with only one man in my life"? She just wasn't as direct as Mrs. Wen.

"Will you share this most exciting and unforgettable moment with your husband?" I asked.

"No, it's my secret, I won't tell him until the day I die. Tomorrow, I will still be his good wife, and I won't cheat on him again. Tonight, with you—the second man in my life—I am satisfied!"

After hearing this, I kissed her nipple and said, "Don't worry, I won't bother you. But, I didn't realize that you, so elegant and refined when you're dressed, are so lewd and wanton in bed."

"That's women for you. They act so sacred and untouchable in public, but once in bed, they're more lewd and shameless than prostitutes. Isn't your wife like that?"

After hearing her words, I nodded with deep feeling. I thought: There are many women like her, not just her and my Pingping.

That night, we caressed and kissed endlessly in bed, then made love. Afterwards, we kissed, caressed, teased, talked about our feelings, and then made love again… We seemed to have inexhaustible energy and endless topics to discuss. We were both captivated by each other's bodies, as if we were a newlywed couple, or a long-lost couple reunited after more than ten years of separation. We made love passionately, I can't remember how many times we did it.

Soon, dawn broke. I mustered my remaining strength and made love to her one more time. After we dressed each other, we embraced and kissed passionately once more, then parted reluctantly. As we parted, I saw that her eyes were still filled with tears.

Afterwards, I often ran into her at my doorstep or on the street, but apart from feeling her affectionate gaze, we never had anything as exciting as that night.

One day, Pingping told me that Biyi was coming. Pingping and I went to Huangtian Airport to pick her up.

Upon arriving at the airport, we waited a while before Biyi emerged. She wore a green suit skirt, looking elegant and poised. Pingping immediately greeted her with a warm hug, and I followed suit. Biyi told us she was on a part-time business trip and part-time vacation, planning to stay in Shenzhen for half a month. She mentioned she might need our help with some things, to which we readily agreed. And so, Biyi stayed at our home.

That evening, Xiaowen also arrived. Upon seeing me, Xiaowen gave me a loving wink. The three women, having not seen each other for so long, had much to talk about, leaving me feeling neglected. From their conversation, I learned that Biyi also had a boyfriend and was getting married. She had become the vice president of a large trading company.

That night, the three women slept in our bedroom, talking until late.

The next day, Pingping, Xiaowen, and I accompanied Biyi to Splendid China and Window of the World. That night, Pingping again slept with Biyi, a routine that continued for several days.

On the fifth night after Biyi arrived, I couldn't resist anymore and secretly said to Pingping, "Pingping, will you sleep with me tonight?"

"No! I can't neglect Biyi."

"I can't resist!" "You

have to resist, even if you don't want to."

I threatened her, "If you don't sleep with me, I'll sneak into your room and have sex with you tonight!"

"Ha, do you have the guts? I'm ready anytime tonight!"

I thought: Don't underestimate me, you'll be sorry tonight.

At one o'clock in the morning, I got up and stealthily crept into their room, naked. Through the dim streetlights outside the window, I saw Pingping; she was sleeping on the outside of the bed. Looking at Biyi, she was sleeping inside, just like Pingping, fast asleep. I climbed onto the bed and secretly pulled open Pingping's robe. As usual, Pingping was completely naked under her robe. I used my skillful flirting techniques to caress Pingping's breasts and genitals.

Pingping was quickly woken up by me. She whispered to me, "How dare you!" I whispered back, "That's called being incredibly audacious."

She said, "Let's go to your room."

"No, I can't hold back anymore." Saying that, I climbed on top of Pingping and inserted my penis into her vagina.

Pingping hadn't been penetrated for days, and under my caresses, she was already aroused, her vagina overflowing with desire. I slowly moved my penis, trying not to make a sound so as not to wake Biyi. Making love next to our old classmate felt incredibly exciting and thrilling—a stolen thrill.

After a while, Pingping began to react. To suppress the sound, she had to keep her mouth and eyes tightly shut. I thrust in and out while watching Biyi's movements. Biyi was fast asleep and seemed unaware.

After a while, Biyi turned over. As soon as she moved, I immediately stopped thrusting. She didn't seem to be awake, but this turn caused the hem of her nightgown to lift up, revealing her body from the waist down. The streetlights outside the window were dim, but enough for me to see clearly. Like Pingping, Biyi was sleeping with her robe on,

not wearing anything underneath. I could clearly see Biyi's flat stomach and her swollen vulva. The pubic hair on her vulva was darker and thicker than Pingping's. I also saw Biyi's long, slender legs. I saw that she was still asleep, and I continued my movements on Pingping. "To have sex with one woman's vulva, to admire another woman's vulva, how blissful I am!" I thought.

I was very careful, but there were always subtle sounds of friction. If someone wasn't a deep sleeper, they might be woken up. However, Biyi didn't move. Just as I thought she might not be woken up, Biyi's eyelids suddenly opened. She glanced at me, and I immediately stopped.

Pingping was already immersed in pleasure; she didn't know any of this. She was on the verge of ecstasy, so she wouldn't let me stop. She nudged me, urging me to continue. I glanced at Biyi; she had closed her eyes again, but her lips were smiling.

Seeing this expression, I felt relieved. At the same time, a strange excitement surged within me. Biyi could pretend to be asleep without making any move, and she should know her robe was lifted, yet she didn't pull it down to cover herself. What did that mean? I became even more vigorous. Pingping's orgasm returned; she couldn't control herself and let out soft gasps.

After the orgasm, I stopped, letting Pingping rest. But I had another purpose. As soon as I stopped, I freed one hand and placed it on Biyi's thigh. Biyi's body trembled, and a smile returned to her face. She didn't resist, and my hand caressed her thigh. So firm, so smooth!

After caressing it for a while, my hand left her thigh and moved towards her genitals, my fingers even inserting into her vagina. Ah, Biyi's vagina was already overflowing. Biyi's hand finally moved; she reached out and pressed my hand down. My heart pounded, because this action was too bold and could easily provoke her anger. However, Biyi didn't react negatively. She pulled my fingers out of her vagina and placed my hand on her thigh. My hand stopped moving, and her hand relaxed, so I could only gently stroke her thigh and rub her hand.

At this moment, Pingping moved. Her resting period was over, and she wanted to continue, so I had to withdraw my hand and continue thrusting. I was so excited, vigorously shaking my hips, wanting to show off my sexual prowess to Biyi. After about fifteen more minutes of thrusting, I ejaculated all my semen into Pingping's body.

"Go quickly, don't linger. It'll be bad if Biyi finds out," Pingping pushed me away.

I got up, and before getting out of bed, I rubbed Biyi's chest. I saw Biyi smile again.

The next morning, my heart was pounding. I was afraid Biyi would tell Pingping what happened last night, and even more afraid to face Biyi. However, my worries were unnecessary. As soon as we met, Biyi greeted me warmly as usual, as if nothing had happened last night.

Today's itinerary was arranged yesterday. In the morning, I took her to discuss business, and in the afternoon, we went to the water park. Pingping's company was having a board meeting. Her company was undertaking a major project, and she had to go to work.

In the morning, I set off in a Jeep. I had arranged to meet with several big bosses to discuss business with Biyi. Thanks to my influence, the deals were basically finalized, only the signing of the contracts remained. After having lunch with the bosses, Biyi and I drove to the water park. Along the way, Biyi was in a good mood and kept talking.

When we arrived at the water park, we went to the changing room to change into our swimsuits. I changed and went to the poolside, sitting on a chair to wait for her. After a while, Biyi came out, wearing a light yellow bikini, looking very sexy. Ah, her tall figure and curvaceous figure were simply captivating. Biyi walked towards me, attracting many envious glances.

Indeed, Biyi was beautiful. Speaking of beauty, I've met many women, each with their own unique beauty. Afang possesses a simple, unpretentious beauty; Afen possesses a delicate, natural, and demure beauty; Aling possesses a youthful beauty, not only alluring but also radiating a strong youthful energy; Xiaowen is pretty and quiet, possessing a subtle and enduring beauty; Mrs. Wen possesses a mature beauty, exuding a sensual and alluring charm, with a captivating power; and Biyi, radiating beauty, is stunning and charming, not much less beautiful than Pingping, possessing a healthy, lively, and passionate beauty.

Of course, none of them can compare to Pingping's beauty. Pingping's beauty is comprehensive and all-encompassing; she possesses almost all the advantages they have, and even surpasses them in some aspects. Pingping also has a unique characteristic they lack: she can display different beauty and exude different temperaments depending on her hairstyle and clothing, giving people a fresh feeling.

"What's wrong with me?" Biyi asked with a smile when she saw me staring blankly at her.

"Nothing, you're very beautiful?" Biyi's words snapped me out of my reverie, and I replied.

She glanced at me and smiled, saying, "You're not bad either, very manly, very masculine!"

"Where's your boyfriend?" I asked.

"Him? He's quite handsome, but he's a bookworm, he doesn't have your masculinity." Saying this, she pulled me up and said, "Come on, let's go swimming!" She dragged me by the hand to the edge of the pool, pushed me into the pool, and laughed loudly, saying, "Man, you've fallen for my trick! Haha." Then she jumped into the pool herself.

Looking at her innocent and lovely expression, her radiant face, and her fit figure, I was captivated. In the pool, we played and frolicked, and looking at her happy expression, it was as if nothing had happened last night, as if my finger had never been inserted into her vagina.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, we returned home. Pingping was already waiting at home, and when she saw us return, she quickly stood up and greeted us. She held Biyi's hand, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, Biyi, the company plans have changed. I have to go to England to select models for seven days. My flight is at seven o'clock tonight." She looked at me affectionately and said to Biyi, "Please take good care of Ahua for me! Luckily, we'll have two more days to meet after I get back, so we can talk and have fun." She then walked up to me and said, "It was urgent, I didn't have time to tell you beforehand, I'm sorry. I've packed my luggage, please take me to the airport right away."

Biyi smiled and said, "Go quickly, or you'll be late. I'll cook dinner tonight."

So, I drove Pingping to the airport, kissed her goodbye, and saw her off on the plane.

When I got home, Biyi had already cooked dinner and set the table. We ate and talked about everything under the sun, enjoying our meal for four hours. Biyi and I were classmates for four years, and we were best friends, but I rarely had the chance to be alone with her.

Before I knew it, the clock had struck twelve. Biyi said, "Okay, that's enough for today's conversation. I'll clear the table and wash the dishes. You can take a shower."

After I finished showering, I went into my room and lay on the bed reading. After a while, Biyi came in and said to me, "I've finished showering and I'm going to sleep. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

I quickly got out of bed, took Biyi's hand, and said, "Biyi, don't go. Stay with me tonight, okay?"

Biyi lowered her head, her face flushed, and said, "Didn't you bully me enough last night? Do you want to bully me again?"

I mustered my courage, put one arm around her waist, and lifted her head with the other, saying to her, "Biyi, promise me!"

Biyi just blushed and didn't say anything, nor did she push me away.

"My dear Biyi, please say yes!"

Biyi raised her lowered eyes, looked at me, smiled, and whispered, "Okay, I say yes."

I was overjoyed. I picked Biyi up, spun her around three times, put her down, kissed her on the cheek, and said happily, "My dear Biyi, thank you!" Then I hugged Biyi and kissed her red lips. Biyi also put one hand on my shoulder and the other around my waist, and kissed me proactively.

After a long, passionate kiss, we were both naked. I carried Biyi to the bed, stood by the bed, and carefully admired Biyi's body. Biyi, like Pingping, had a beautiful figure. The difference was that Biyi's nipples were not as pointed as Pingping's, her areolas were larger, and she had less pubic hair.

Biyi also lay on the bed, staring at my penis. I shook my already erect penis and asked with a smile, "How is it? How does it compare to your boyfriend's?"

"Very thick, much stronger than his." She pulled me onto the bed, grabbed my large, black, long, and hard penis with one hand, opened her small mouth, and swallowed the glans.

Her warm little mouth and nimble tongue sent waves of intense pleasure through my penis. Ah, this is what it's like to eat a banana, this is what it's like to blowjob. So this thing is so exciting! I'll have to try it sometime.

After a while, the pleasure from my glans intensified, and I felt the urge to ejaculate. "I can't ejaculate, I can't let Biyi look down on me!" I silently warned myself. So, I moved my body and brought my mouth close to Biyi's vulva, kissing her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening. A moment later, I heard Biyi let out a melodious moan.

Suddenly, Biyi pushed me down onto the bed, then straddled me, grabbed my penis, and tried to insert it into her vagina. With her body lowered, my penis slid all the way in. "Ah!" The intense pleasure of our first encounter made us both involuntarily groan.

Biyi's vagina was narrow, gripping my penis tightly, the intense friction making my muscles tense. Biyi straddled me like a knight urging his horse on. She rose and then plunged down again, each thrust harder and faster than the last. She was completely immersed in the pleasure of sex, her eyes tightly closed, her hands frantically kneading her breasts. I wasn't going to be outdone; I moved my lower body in rhythm with hers, thrusting upwards forcefully, again and again. After a while

, she turned around, her back to me, and continued thrusting while still straddling me. I held her waist with both hands, forcefully pulling her body against mine.

Ten minutes later, Biyi's pace slowed down; she was a little tired. I pushed her down onto the bed, spread her legs, guided my penis to her opening, and slowly inserted it. After a few gentle thrusts, I increased the speed of my attack, each thrust penetrating deep into her core.

"Ah! Ah!... Faster, faster, don't stop! Deeper!" Biyi began to sing her beautiful lovemaking anthem again.

After about five hundred thrusts, I flipped Biyi over and entered her vagina from behind. I grabbed Biyi's breasts with both hands and thrust my lower body forward forcefully. Biyi's tender pink labia flipped back and forth with my thrusts, and her juices flowed continuously from her vagina, running down her thighs. Entering a frenzied state, she screamed loudly, her body thrusting backward with all her might.

Suddenly, I pulled out my penis, jumped off the bed, pulled her body to the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and inserted my penis again. This was my signature lovemaking technique—the bedside twist. I rubbed her breasts and nipples with one hand and gently stroked her clitoris with the other, constantly changing the positions of our lovemaking: nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, left and right thrusts, slow flow, the great loop, the Thomas full twist… I used every technique imaginable. Biyi twisted her head desperately, arched her back, and howled like a wolf until her voice was hoarse.

Finally, Biyi begged for mercy: "Ahua, please spare me, I have no strength left... Ah... Hurry up... It feels good!"

Seeing that Biyi was really done, I held her buttocks and thrust wildly again. At this moment, my glans tingled, and I quickly pulled out my penis. The first shot landed on Biyi's face, and the rest landed on her chest and stomach.

"Ah! So this is what sex feels like." Biyi let out a long sigh: "Ahua, you're amazing!" As she spoke, she started to cry.

Seeing her cry, I panicked and quickly hugged her, saying, "Biyi, what's wrong? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you to have sex!"

Biyi opened her eyes, gently stroked my face with affection, and said, "Ahua, it's not your fault! I was just feeling sorry for my background!"

"Feeling sorry for your background? You've achieved success in your career and found a boyfriend who loves you, aren't you living a good life?"

"Oh, Ahua, do you know how deeply I love you? But you fell in love with Pingping. I'm Pingping's best friend, and I know I can't compare to her, so I can only keep my tears to myself."

After a pause, Biyi wiped away her tears and continued, "After graduation, many classmates went to Shenzhen, but I didn't dare go. I was afraid that if I saw you, I wouldn't be able to help but reveal my feelings, so I had to return to Shanghai. I vowed to forget you and find a better man than you. Six months later, I found him, a man even more handsome than you." But he only has a handsome appearance; he's a spineless coward, all show and no substance. Every time we make love, he finishes in a minute or two, leaving me burning with desire but unable to release it, forcing me to often resort to masturbation to satisfy my sexual needs. He's also hesitant and indecisive in everything he does, lacking any manliness whatsoever. I hate him so much!”

Biyi said, hugging me tightly as she continued, “That's why I miss you more and more. This time, I insisted on coming to Shenzhen on a business trip just to see you. And as fate would have it, Pingping also went on a business trip at this time.”

“However,” Biyi continued, “I won’t affect your relationship with Pingping. These next few days, I want you to love me well, play with me, talk to me, and make love to me. I’ll give you back to Pingping when she comes back. We won’t mention this again, okay?”

“Okay, I will definitely love you the same way you love Pingping.”

Biyi reached out and touched my penis, blushing as she said, “You really killed me last night. It was so exciting to watch you two make love. Just when I was burning with desire, your finger went in, and I almost screamed from pleasure, so I immediately pulled your finger out. What else can you do? I want it again.”

“Okay, let’s do it again!” So I mounted her again.

After an hour of intense fighting, Biyi knelt down and begged for mercy again.

“Today I finally understand the joys of being a woman. It turns out being a woman is so wonderful!”

“You’re really something,” I said, touching Biyi’s breasts. “You’re such a slut, I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Because you met a woman who loves you but can’t have you, a woman with an insatiable sexual hunger. I wouldn’t do that with that guy. Even if I did, it wouldn’t matter.”

“Having enjoyed sexual pleasure, will you cheat on me when you go back to Shanghai?” I joked with her.

“Absolutely not. This trip to Shenzhen has satisfied me! But I hope you’ll have the chance to go to Shanghai sometime to comfort my lonely heart.”

“It’s a deal!”

That night, we slept in each other’s arms. The next morning, Biyi asked me to make love to her again, and I, still emboldened, gave her a good beating.

During Pingping’s seven-day trip to England, I made love to Biyi twenty-two times, letting her experience the full pleasure of sex. During this time, with my help, Biyi also signed business contracts worth hundreds of millions of yuan with those big bosses.

Seven days later, Pingping returned. Biyi didn't reveal anything, and as usual, she was incredibly affectionate with Pingping, even forcing Pingping to sleep with me that night. Sigh, Pingping, who hadn't had sex for seven days, was extremely sexually frustrated. As soon as the door closed, she pounced on me, wanting me to have sex with her. It took me a lot of effort to subdue her.

Two days later, Biyi returned to Shanghai. Before leaving, she hugged Pingping and Xiaowen and cried. In the end, I had to pull them apart and push her onto the plane.

One evening, I came home from work. Just as I reached the door, it opened, and a young man rushed out. He saw me, paused for a moment, and then ran away. What was going on? I was puzzled. I went inside and saw Pingping lying naked on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Seeing me, she rushed towards me, shouting, "Ahua, I've been raped!" Then she cried in my arms.

I comforted her while asking her what had happened. As she cried, she recounted her ordeal to me, telling me how she had been raped: "

Today was my day off. Around 2 PM, I went shopping and came home. As soon as I opened the door, someone shoved me forcefully from behind, forcing me into the living room. I turned around and saw a young man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and dark skin—short hair. He slipped inside, closed the door, and held a gleaming, sharp knife in his right hand. He stared at me with a lewd grin.

'What do you want?!' I shouted.

'Beautiful lady, I'm going to rape you! Heh heh heh heh…' The guy approached me, brandishing the knife, grinning maliciously. I trembled with fear, almost collapsing to the floor.

He stood in front of me, pressed the knife against my face, rubbing it against my skin, threatening, 'Don't make a sound, don't resist, or I'll slash your pretty face.'

I stood there, frozen, terrified that his knife would actually pierce my face. I was so scared I wanted to cry, but I didn't make a sound; tears streamed down my face." The sharp knife in his hand left my face and rubbed against my breast through my clothes. I felt a chill run through my body from my breast, and I was so frightened I almost wet myself.

"Beautiful lady, don't be afraid. As long as you obey me and let me enjoy myself, I won't hurt you. Say, 'Sir, please insert it into me!'" After saying that, I felt the knife in his hand tighten, pressing firmly against my heart.

I felt the skin on my chest about to be pierced, and I quickly blushed and whispered, "Sir, please... insert it into me!"

The man smiled and nodded, touching my face with his rough hand, saying, "A wise man submits to circumstances. Take me to your room!" With that, he pushed me, and I involuntarily turned around, slowly walking towards the room, my mind racing, "What should I do? What should I do?"

The room and the hall were only a few steps apart, and in the blink of an eye, we were in the room, at the bedside. I turned around, looked at the man, and pleaded, "Sir, please let me go! I can give you money!"

"Money? I don't want it. I just want you. I've spent weeks scouting to get my hands on you."

I was desperate, feeling like a lone boat in a stormy sea.

"Take off your clothes!"

Looking at his calm expression, I dared not disobey him. Up until now, he had only touched my face once. Suddenly, I sensed something unusual about this guy.

"Be good, don't force me to use violence, it won't do you any good."

I slowly began to unbutton my clothes. He watched me quietly, without coming over to touch me. My shirt came off, and soon, my skirt came off too. I was only wearing a bra and a pair of panties that barely covered my pubic hair. He was still watching me quietly, so I had no choice but to take off my bra. At this moment, I saw his eyes light up, and his body trembled slightly. Finally, I took off my panties.

It was the first time I had ever been naked in front of a stranger. I lowered my head in shame, my right hand covering my chest, and my left hand covering my genitals.

At this moment, the guy began to act. He put down the knife and quickly took off all his clothes. When he took off his panties, his huge penis sprang out with a "whoosh." I gasped inwardly. That penis was as big and long as a flashlight. I thought, "Oh no, how am I going to take this?!"

He walked over to me, put his arm around me, and gently stroked my back with both hands. His large penis rubbed against my vulva, a sensation I couldn't quite describe—it felt good or bad. After a while, he adjusted his position, pressing his penis against the outside of my left thigh, his left hand around my back, and his right hand rubbing my breast. His movements were so practiced and gentle. I closed my eyes, letting his hands roam over my body. Gradually, I stopped being afraid.

Suddenly, he pressed down on my shoulder and said, "Squat down!"

I squatted down, and his large penis swayed in front of my eyes. Ah, so thick, so long! I vaguely knew what he wanted me to do. Sure enough, he said, "Suck me a banana!" His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was irresistible.

I had never sucked a banana for a man before. I reached out my right hand and grabbed his large penis. Ah, one hand wasn't enough to cup his large, fleshy member, so I had to hold his huge penis with both hands, open my mouth, and lick and kiss it.

Unexpectedly, my first time eating a banana was incredibly pleasurable for him; he closed his eyes and let out soft moans. As I licked and stroked his penis, listening to his moans, I was infected by his rhythm, and my vulva unknowingly became wet.

About five minutes later, he suddenly helped me up, pushed me onto the bed, and pressed himself against me, kissing my face, neck, breasts, and inner thighs indiscriminately. Suddenly, he moved his mouth to my vulva and began licking it with his tongue. My vulva was suddenly subjected to such intense stimulation that I involuntarily trembled all over.

My vulva had never been licked before. His tongue licked my labia majora and minora, clitoris, and vaginal opening, as nimble as a snake, as hot as a heater. A feeling of ecstasy spread from my vulva throughout my body, leaving me completely weak.

Suddenly, he leaped up, lifting and bending my legs so that my knees touched my shoulders. He knelt behind me, freeing one hand to guide his large penis towards my vulva. I opened my eyes and pleaded, "Sir, your penis is big, please be gentle!" He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle."

With a "pop," his large penis slowly entered my vagina, without any obstruction—my vulva was already so wet, I was already aroused. His

large penis rhythmically and slowly moved in and out of my body, I could only feel my vulva gripping his large penis tightly, and with each thrust, currents of electricity shot from my vulva throughout my body. I opened my mouth, wanting to express my pleasure through moaning, but I reminded myself that I was being raped, how could I be so shameless? I tried to suppress my moans, but I couldn't control my panting.

Seeing that I was responding, he increased the speed of his thrusts, his large penis hitting my cervix with each stroke. After a few hundred thrusts, he lowered my legs, spread them apart, and lay on top of me, continuing to thrust using the "nine shallow, one deep" method.

A new climax came, and I realized my hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, occasionally roaming over his body. Then, he kissed my lips, slipped his tongue into my mouth, and explored it. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue, and our tongues finally intertwined.

After a few minutes of deep kissing, he turned me over, making me kneel on the bed, while he knelt behind me. After caressing my buttocks for a while, he lifted his large penis, aimed it at my vagina, and thrust it in hard. Then, a series of rapid "slap slap" sounds came from behind me.

"Powerful! So good!" I thought. I also swayed my body, trying my best to meet his thrusts, and finally, a moan escaped my lips. I finally abandoned the most basic dignity of a woman, a woman being raped. I screamed loudly, moaning like a bitch in heat.

He grabbed my breasts with both hands, like grasping a lump of dough, showing no mercy, pulling them back violently, again and again. At that moment, his bestial nature was fully exposed. I felt a tearing pain in my breasts, but also an indescribable pleasure emanating from my vagina.

Suddenly, a surge of hot liquid hit my cervix; I felt incredibly good, cried out, and collapsed onto the bed. White semen gushed from my vagina, soaking a large patch of the sheets.

"How was it? Enjoyable, wasn't it? Did being rape feel good?"

I closed my eyes and nodded in shame. He pounced on me again, groping and kissing me haphazardly for a while before putting on his clothes.

As he left, he said to me, "I met you at McDonald's three months ago, and I was immediately captivated by your beauty. From that moment on, I was determined to rape you. I spent three months investigating your and your family's daily routines and scouting the area before deciding to do it today. You are the most beautiful, the most lewd, and the most sensible of the twenty-five women I've raped, and the only one I haven't caused too much harm. Don't worry, I have professional ethics; I only do what I want to a woman once, unless she calls the police. Goodbye, darling!" With that, he vigorously rubbed my breasts, which were red from his grip, picked up the gleaming knife, tucked it into his waistband, and left.

Pingping hugged me and recounted her rape. As I listened to Pingping's ordeal, I caressed her smooth, white body, and my penis became erect. Even though my wife had been raped, I felt an unparalleled excitement.

Pingping asked me, "Honey, you won't despise me, will you?"

I thought: Last time you slept with Amin, I didn't despise you, so why not this time? I stroked her hair, comforting her, "No, it wasn't your fault, why would I blame you?"

She blushed and said, "But, I had an orgasm when I was raped..."

"Since you can't escape rape, just enjoy it! What's wrong with that?"

"Will you have any psychological barriers when you have sex with me in the future?"

"No, I'll prove it to you now." I pushed her away, quickly untied her restraints, and thrust in.

"No, there's that man's semen inside, let me wash it off!"

"Then use it as lubricant!" Saying this, my penis had already penetrated her vagina, penetrated the vagina filled with the semen of the man who raped my wife. Pingping probably hadn't had enough of that guy yet, panting heavily, experiencing multiple orgasms.

For the next few months, whenever I had sex with Pingping, I would always talk to her about that rape experience. And she would always blush, appearing very excited. I didn't need to put in much effort to arouse her; she would quickly reach orgasm. And I, whenever I talked about that incident, also felt exceptionally stimulated, and my penis was particularly hard.

I often regret that day. If only I had gone home earlier and witnessed Pingping being raped, seen her ecstasy during the act, how wonderful that would have been! Or, I could have even had sex with my dear wife with that guy! Ugh, I'm such a pervert!

My home is a three-story building. On either side of mine live a college student and a young couple, whose houses are also three stories high, just like mine. However, the third floor is actually half a room and half a rooftop terrace. I use this room as a guest room and rarely go up there. The buildings are only a foot apart, so we can easily cross the terrace if we want.

One evening, Pingping and I were enjoying the cool air on the rooftop. In the heat of the moment, we couldn't resist. Pingping said, "Let's go down to our bedroom."

I said, "I can't resist, I'll stay in this room." I pointed to the guest room next to the rooftop.

"How can that be? That room doesn't have curtains, someone will see us."

"It's so late, who will come to see you? Besides, isn't this exciting?"

"Fine, I'll go. If someone sees your wife, you're the one who loses out."

"What do you mean, lose out? Last time you were raped, I didn't say I lost out. Besides, good things should be shared!"

Mentioning the time she was raped made her even more excited. She pulled me into the guest room, not even closing the door, took off her clothes, and lay down on the bed. I closed the door, took off my clothes too, and looking at her beautiful body on the bed, I mounted her and we started making love.

Pingping was especially excited making love in this new environment, her moans drifting out the window. As we were going at it, I glanced out the window and saw someone standing there; from his figure, I could tell it was the college student. I whispered to Pingping, "Honey, that college student next door is watching us from outside the window." I thought Pingping would jump up if she heard that.

But to my surprise, she opened her eyes, glanced out the window, and whispered to me, "What should we do? Let's put on a great show for him. Ah... ah..." She became even more wanton, moaning and rubbing her breasts, her body contorting.

I thought, let's put on a show. I can't let that kid outside look down on me, a veteran. I want him to know I'm a stud, a real man. We tried one position after another.

I looked out the window again. The college student's body was swaying back and forth. I was sure he was watching our "spectacular performance" while masturbating. This guy was incredibly lucky; he could masturbate while admiring my wife—a mature, beautiful woman's perfect body, her wanton expressions as she was being fucked, and her melodious, captivating moans. We fucked

for a full 30 minutes before I pulled out and ejaculated onto Pingping's high, firm breasts. To show off my penis's size, I waved it out the window a few times. The college student still hadn't left. His face was pressed against the windowpane, not afraid I'd see him, his eyes greedily fixed on Pingping's beautiful body, her shapely, high breasts, her wet vulva, and the thick pubic hair. Pingping was only 22 then, looking like a budding flower.

From then on, Pingping frequently asked me to make love in that guest room. She was exceptionally lewd during these encounters, and I readily agreed. Firstly, being spied on during sex was indeed thrilling; secondly, Pingping enjoyed it; her lewdness made me feel good; and thirdly, Pingping's body was so beautiful, and showing it off to others made me, her husband, feel proud. It wasn't a loss to let others see it. It was a win-win situation, so why not? From then on, we always made love in the guest room, and every time, the college student would peep through the window.

One night, Pingping and I went up to the rooftop again. Once on the rooftop, we suddenly heard a faint moan. What was going on? Pingping and I secretly climbed over the other side of the rooftop and approached the room. Ah! There, the college student was riding on top of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, passionately thrusting into her. The girl was beautiful, with fair skin, high, full breasts, and radiating youthful energy. With each thrust, the college student's penis was vaguely visible.

Pingping watched, lost in the moment, gripping my hand tightly, and my penis unconsciously hardened. I pulled open Pingping's robe; of course, she was completely naked underneath. I first rubbed her breasts for a while, then touched her vulva. Ah! It was wet.

Pingping whispered in my ear, "Honey, fuck me, I can't hold back!"

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate? Let's go back and do it."

"No, I can't hold back. And I want to watch while we do it!" she said shyly.

I thought, watching someone else do it while I do it myself, how exciting! I pulled out my already throbbing penis, took off Pingping's robe, and thrust it into her vulva from behind. Pingping's vulva was already overflowing, and my penis easily slid straight into her clitoris.

Inside the room, the college student was imitating the techniques he used while spying on us making love, making the girl moan repeatedly. It was clear that the girl was no longer a virgin. And that boy, influenced by me, even adopted my style in every move. I thought, if I blindfolded Pingping and let him do it, she definitely wouldn't be able to tell if it was him or me. Then

I looked at the college student; he pulled the girl's body to the edge of the bed, and at that moment, I had a chance to see the girl's genitals. His pubic hair was sparse, just a small tuft, and his thighs were spread open, revealing the pink flesh of her vaginal opening. He inserted his penis into the girl again, grasping her breasts with both hands, rhythmically pulling them back while his penis thrust forward in rhythm with his hands.

This was a move I always performed when he was spying on me. Firstly, this move allowed him to clearly see my wife's high, perfect breasts and thick pubic hair, which I was so proud of, to see Pingping's rich expressions during sex, and even more importantly, to see my large penis; secondly, it was Pingping's favorite move.

A series of "slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding, combined with the woman's melodious moans and the college student's occasional low groans, created a beautiful symphony. Pingping and I, lost in our passionate thrusting, thoroughly enjoyed this vibrant and alluring scene. The only drawback was that neither of us could make a sound.

Being young, after a few minutes of thrusting, the college student roared and stopped—he had ejaculated. After a pause, the woman caressed the boy's penis, saying with lingering pleasure, "You're amazing! I felt like I was in heaven! Didn't you say it was your first time making love? How do you know so much?" "

Of course, I had a teacher!"

"You get taught how to make love?"

"If you don't believe me, put on your clothes and come with me."

I was still embracing Pingping and thrusting outside the window when I heard the college student say this. I immediately pulled out my penis and said to Pingping, "Come on, it's our turn to perform!" I grabbed Pingping and hurriedly returned to the guest room, took off our clothes, and started doing it again.

Pingping was thrilled, knowing that more people were coming to watch her performance. And this was the first time a girl had come to watch us make love. As soon as my penis entered her, she cried out excitedly.

About two minutes later, I saw the two boys approach the window, and I clearly saw the girl cover her mouth, about to gasp. I leaned down and whispered to Pingping, "They're here, right outside the window." Pingping reacted even more enthusiastically.

I used all my skills, thrusting in and out, changing positions every now and then. Pingping's beautiful singing voice rose and fell, making everyone's blood boil. The college student couldn't resist any longer; he unbuttoned the girl's school uniform and bra, vigorously rubbing and twisting her breasts. Later, I saw him lean down, presumably to remove her school skirt and underwear. Then, the college student hugged the girl from behind, his body rocking rapidly back and forth. I knew they were doing the same thing we had done, enjoying someone else's performance while making love.

The girl pressed one hand against the windowsill, the other covering her cherry-like mouth, which was about to let out a moan from intense pleasure. Her body was contorted as she thrust backward forcefully. I withdrew my penis, got off the bed, moved Pingping to the edge, and, holding my erect, thick penis, brandished it a few times towards the window in a show of defiance. I noticed the girl's expression of surprise again. She must have been surprised by the size of my penis!

I gripped my penis and thrust it hard into Pingping's vagina. Pingping caressed her breasts with one hand and her clitoris with the other, moaning, "Faster, faster... harder, faster, fuck me to death! Ah... I'm going to heaven..."

Her lewd cries stimulated the couple outside the window, and Pingping's heaving breasts and alluring facial expressions further aroused the college student. The student thrust quickly a few times, then stopped, his body arching over the girl's back. Almost simultaneously, I ejaculated onto Pingping's cervix.

I lay on Pingping's beautiful body, my hands playing with her curvaceous figure. The couple outside the window had left sometime earlier.

After resting for a while, Pingping hugged me tightly, saying ecstatically, "Husband, you fuck me so well. So exciting!"

One night, Pingping and I made love again in the guest room. For some reason, after fifteen minutes, even using our last-minute trick – "splitting sugarcane by the bedside" – the college student still hadn't shown up. Pingping and I were both a little disappointed.

Just then, the doorbell rang downstairs. I told Pingping, "Someone's here. You rest for a bit, I'll be right back." At that moment, I caught a glimpse of the college student outside the window. I wondered what he would do after I left. I told Pingping, "I'll turn off the light, and we'll have our little battle in the dark when I get back." As I left, I deliberately didn't close the door completely, leaving a small gap.

When I opened the door, it was the postman delivering a registered letter. After taking the letter, I sneaked up to the third floor and crouched by the stairs, observing the situation. I saw the college student standing at the guest room door, hesitate for a moment, take off his clothes, glance at the stairs again, and then slip into the room. I quietly went to the window and listened to what was happening inside.

Pingping was still lying on the edge of the bed. The guy walked over, touched Pingping's body, and inserted his penis into her vagina. "Ah...ah...husband, faster...harder...thrust! It feels so good...ah!" Pingping kept moaning.

I was outside, listening to Pingping's moans, feeling both excited and uncomfortable. Did Pingping really not recognize who was doing her?

About two minutes later, the guy, whether out of panic or excessive excitement, let out a low growl and ejaculated.

"Why did it end so quickly?" Pingping said. The guy didn't dare linger, picked up his clothes, and left.

When he returned to his room, I was already waiting for him. I grabbed his hair and said fiercely, "Kid, what you've done! I'm going to take you to the police station!"

He hadn't even had time to put on his clothes yet and was stunned by this sudden turn of events, collapsing to the ground. He stammered, "Forgive me, don't arrest me, I'll make it up to you."

"How will you make it up to you? You slept with my wife, can that make it up to you?"

"Yes, yes, I'll have my girlfriend sleep with you!"

I thought: My goal is about to be achieved. Ever since I saw him having sex with his girlfriend, that youthful girl has left a very deep impression on me.

"What girlfriend? Is it the one you brought home a few days ago?"

"Yes, yes."

"How can she compare to my wife! Would she sleep with me?"

"Tomorrow night, after I've had some foreplay with her, I'll turn off the lights and go out. You come in and have sex with her; she won't recognize you."

"Okay. My wife won't know it was you who slept with her, you have to keep it a secret!"

"Yes, yes, definitely!"

After negotiating with that guy, I returned to my room. Pingping heard me come in and said, "Why did it take so long? Who came?"

I understood; Pingping actually knew that the person who slept with her just now wasn't me. It was probably the low growl from that guy's ejaculation that my wife heard, but she hadn't mentioned it to me. I was happy to play dumb. After all, it wasn't the first time my wife had slept with someone else; the most important thing was that she enjoyed the process. I turned on the light, mounted her, and started again. Stimulated by my wife's experience with someone else, I was incredibly excited and performed with great skill. Pingping even begged for mercy under my rod.

The next night, after Pingping fell asleep, I waited on the rooftop. After a while, I saw the high school student bring the girl into the room. I went to the window and looked into the room. The two of them were sitting on the bed, passionately kissing and caressing each other. Soon, they had taken off their clothes and were rolling around on the bed. Looking at the girl's newly developed breasts, her bright red nipples, and her fair skin, thinking that I would soon possess such a beautiful body, every cell in my body trembled with excitement, and my penis became erect.

Compared to my Pingping, she was certainly not as beautiful as Pingping, did not have Pingping's graceful curves, mature charm, or Pingping's intoxicating lust. But she exuded the youthful energy unique to young girls, and besides, she looked very alluring.

Then, the lights in the room went out, and I knew it was my turn. I quickly took off all my clothes. At that moment, the college student quietly came out, saw me, pointed into the room, and went downstairs.

I went into the room, went to the bed, and reached under the bed. My hand touched a soft mass of flesh—ah! It was a breast. "So bouncy! A young girl's breasts are so wonderful," I thought.

I got on the bed and pressed myself against the girl, kissing her lips. The girl immediately extended her warm, moist tongue, intertwining it with mine. After a long, passionate kiss, our tongues and fingers shifted their attack, targeting her breasts. I played with her high, rounded breasts to my heart's content, inhaling the girl's intoxicating fragrance; her breathing became heavy. Then, my tongue moved to her thighs and mons pubis, while my fingers were not idle, gently pressing on her clitoris.

The girl was overflowing with lust. I pointed my finger into her opening. Ah, it was wet; her juices were flowing out, soaking the sheets. I inserted my finger into her little hole. Ah, so narrow! It was a little difficult to insert just one finger. I stirred my finger inside her, and soon she was panting heavily.

It was time. I parted her legs, guided my penis, and pushed her labia apart. I thrust forward slightly, and my penis entered her vagina. A jolt of electricity shot through my body. I continued to push forward, quickly reaching her G-spot.

"Ah! It feels so good! How come that thing is suddenly so big tonight... ah!" the girl moaned.

At first, I only moved slowly because, once my penis entered her, my glans felt both sore and numb, and my semen felt like it was about to burst out at any moment. After a few minutes, my penis got used to the environment and became less restrained, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusts. The girl's upper body twisted and turned, her head swaying, her small mouth singing a beautiful and melodious lovemaking symphony under the direction of my penis. I used all my skills, employing various lovemaking techniques, determined to make this girl experience this unforgettable night.

The girl's voice became hoarse, and her upper body gradually stopped twisting. "Ah! Ah! Wei, how come you're so amazing tonight? I... ah... I only just learned what lovemaking is today. Your skills in bed are amazing, I, Chen Yuling, will follow you from now on." At this moment, I learned the name of the girl I was having sex with.

I thought, after playing for more than an hour, my little brother has had his fill, it's time to call it a day. I increased the speed of my thrusting, frantically thrusting hundreds more times in her wet little hole, my glans felt another wave of tingling, and my semen, like a flood, gushed into the cervix of the beautiful girl, Yuling. I lay on top of her, caressing her youthful body once more, playing with her firm breasts. Finally, I kissed her lovely cheek, got up, and left the room.

The college student—Awei—was already waiting naked at the door. Seeing me come out, he immediately went into the room and turned on the light. The girl also put on her clothes, chatted with Awei for a while, and then left.

"My wife slept with someone for a minute, and I slept with his girlfriend for an hour. I didn't lose out! But that kid Awei is going to be in big trouble. I wonder how he'll ever satisfy Aling?" Thinking this, I went home.

Another beautiful night, Pingping was away on a business trip, and I was home alone, feeling incredibly bored, so I went up to the rooftop. After watching Awei and Aling make love, my penis was throbbing and wouldn't yield for a long time. Then, I noticed that the rooftop door to the other room was ajar, but there was no one on the rooftop, and no one in the guest room either. What's going on? I thought: Mr. and Mrs. Wen are so careless.

I went down the stairs to the second floor and heard moans. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw the bedroom door ajar, and Mrs. Wen was lying naked on the bed. Mrs. Wen was about 25 years old, about my age. Usually, I had a very good impression of Mrs. Wen. She often wore a solid-colored suit skirt, which made her look both elegant and refined. Mrs. Wen was beautiful, with fair skin and a fantastic figure. Most captivating was her beautiful face, so alluring that one couldn't bear to look away. It was utterly unexpected that the usually elegant and quiet Mrs. Wen would behave like this.

She lay on the bed, her left hand rubbing her breasts, her right hand holding a dildo, thrusting it in and out of her vagina, occasionally letting out moans. I lay outside her bedroom door, my eyes glued to the scene inside. Her eyes were closed, her body contorted with excitement.

Mrs. Wen's figure was even better after she undressed; her breasts were high, her nipples small and pointed, and her areolas, unlike Pingping's, were a deep reddish-brown. The only flaw was her slightly protruding lower abdomen. But what surprised me most was that her pubic area was completely hairless. Mrs. Wen was a bald woman; I'd never been with a bald woman before.

"Mrs. Wen has sexual needs, and I'll help her out!" I thought. I saw a semi-transparent stocking by the door, picked it up, pulled it over my head, stripped off my clothes, and slipped into the room.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Mrs. Wen asked in terror.

"I'm here to help you satisfy your sexual needs." With that, I pulled the vibrating dildo still inside her, got on the bed, parted her labia with my penis, and thrust it in.

"Ah...no, please stop! No, ah..." Her pleas grew weaker with each thrust, eventually turning into moans.

"This slut is truly wanton! Usually so demure and dignified, but in bed she's a completely different person."

At that moment, I reveled in the intense guilt and thrill of the rape; I enjoyed the waves of pleasure from Mrs. Wen's tight, wet vagina rubbing against my penis; I enjoyed the rich, lewd facial expressions on her face after her orgasm. Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, left and right insertions, straight to the dragon's head…

I unleashed my full bedroom skills, and Mrs. Wen was driven to the brink of ecstasy by my thrusts. Her body arched back with each stroke, her eyes tightly shut, her small mouth emitting moans that rose and fell in waves, occasionally uttering cries of "Faster," "Don't stop," "Deeper," "I'm going to die," "I'm going to die," and "Mommy!" I've been with quite a few women, but I'd never encountered one as expressive and eloquent as Mrs. Wen.

After thousands of thrusts, I grew a little tired and slowed my pace, lying on top of her, caressing her breasts. Her breasts were white, tender, and bouncy, captivating me.

After a while, Mrs. Wen pushed me away, signaling me to continue. I had no choice but to unleash my full power once more and fight her to the bitter end. "Old man pushing a cart," "splitting sugarcane by the bedside," "half a roast goose thigh"... I used every trick in the book to let Mrs. Wen enjoy all the pleasures that women should have but often can't have. Finally, I fired all my cannonballs into her headquarters—the cervix.

After embracing and caressing each other for a while, she exclaimed, "You're doing so well, I'm dying! I wish my husband was half as good as you. Take off your hood, Ahua!"

I was stunned, and after a long pause, I asked in confusion, "How did you know it was me?"

"Tonight's events were deliberately arranged by me. My husband and your wife are both away on business. I deliberately opened the rooftop door so you would come in out of curiosity. I've seen you making love on the rooftop. You're so handsome, so manly, and so good in bed. I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time, but I was afraid your wife was so beautiful that you wouldn't like me."

"Ah, so I fell for your trick!" I took off the sock, kissed her, and said, "You tricked me, how are you going to make it up to me?"

"Make it up to you? Did you lose out? If you feel like you lost out, I'll sleep with you tonight, and you can do whatever you want with me! I'll make sure you're comfortable. Tomorrow, we'll be even, and forget about it!"

"How can you do this to your husband?"

“I’m not content with only one man in my life. I want to create the most exciting and unforgettable moments of my life. Can you guarantee your wife doesn’t have these thoughts, hasn’t slept with other men?”

Thinking back to that time Pingping and A-Ming made love, I thought, A-Ming came, and Pingping was still wearing a sexy nightgown—wasn’t that clearly seducing A-Ming? Didn’t Pingping also have this thought of “I’m not content with only one man in my life”? She just wasn’t as direct as Mrs. Wen.

“Will you share these most exciting and unforgettable moments with your husband?” I asked.

"No, this is my secret, I will never tell him until the day I die. Tomorrow, I will still be his good wife, and I will not cheat on him again. Tonight, with you—the second man in my life—I am satisfied!"

After hearing this, I kissed her nipple and said, "Don't worry, I won't bother you. But, I didn't realize that you are so elegant and refined when you are dressed, yet so lewd and wanton in bed."

"That's women for you. They pretend to be sacred and inviolable in public, but once they get into bed, they are more lewd and shameless than prostitutes. Isn't your wife like that?"

After hearing her words, I nodded with deep feeling. I thought: There are many women like her, not just her and my Pingping.

That night, we caressed and kissed each other in bed, and then made love. After we finished, we kissed, caressed, teased, talked about our feelings, and then made love again... We seemed to have inexhaustible energy and endless topics to talk about. We were both attracted to each other's bodies, as if we were a newlywed couple, or a couple who had been separated for more than ten years and were finally reunited. We made love passionately, I've lost count of how many times we did it.

Soon, dawn broke. Summoning my remaining strength, I made love to her again, this time fiercely. After we helped each other get dressed, we embraced and kissed passionately once more, then parted with reluctance. As we parted, I saw tears still welling in her eyes.

Afterwards, I often ran into her near my house or on the street, but apart from feeling her affectionate gaze, nothing ever happened as exciting as that night.

One day, Pingping told me that Biyi was coming. Pingping and I went to Huangtian Airport to pick her up.

After waiting a while, Biyi came out. She was wearing a green suit and skirt, looking elegant and poised. Pingping immediately went to greet her and gave her a warm hug, and I went over and hugged her back. Biyi told us that she was on a part-time business trip and part-time vacation, and would be staying in Shenzhen for half a month. She said she might need our help with some things, and we readily agreed. And so, Biyi stayed at our house.

That evening, Xiaowen also came. When Xiaowen saw me, she winked at me with eyes full of affection. The three women, having not seen each other for so long, had so much to talk about, leaving me feeling neglected. From their conversation, I learned that Biyi also had a boyfriend and was getting married. She had become the vice president of a large trading company.

That night, the three women slept in our bedroom, talking until late.

The next day, Pingping, Xiaowen, and I accompanied Biyi to Splendid China and Window of the World. That night, Pingping again slept with Biyi, and this continued for several days.

On the fifth night after Biyi arrived, I couldn't resist anymore and secretly said to Pingping, "Pingping, will you sleep with me tonight?"

"No! I can't neglect Biyi."

"I can't resist!"

"You have to resist, even if you don't want to."

I threatened her, "If you don't sleep with me, I'll sneak into your room and have sex with you tonight!"

"Ha, do you have the guts? I'm ready anytime tonight!"

I thought: Don't underestimate me, you'll be sorry tonight.

At one o'clock in the morning, I got up and stealthily crept into their room, naked. Through the dim streetlights outside the window, I saw Pingping; she was sleeping on the outside of the bed. Looking at Biyi, she was sleeping inside, just like Pingping, fast asleep. I climbed onto the bed and secretly pulled open Pingping's robe. As usual, Pingping was completely naked under her robe. I used my skillful flirting techniques to caress Pingping's breasts and genitals.

Pingping was quickly woken up by me. She whispered to me, "How dare you!" I whispered back, "That's called being incredibly audacious."

She said, "Let's go to your room."

"No, I can't hold back anymore." Saying that, I climbed on top of Pingping and inserted my penis into her vagina.

Pingping hadn't been penetrated for days, and under my caresses, she was already aroused, her vagina overflowing with desire. I slowly moved my penis, trying not to make a sound so as not to wake Biyi. Making love next to our old classmate felt incredibly exciting and thrilling—a stolen thrill.

After a while, Pingping began to react. To suppress the sound, she had to keep her mouth and eyes tightly shut. I thrust in and out while watching Biyi's movements. Biyi was fast asleep and seemed unaware.

After a while, Biyi turned over. As soon as she moved, I immediately stopped thrusting. She didn't seem to be awake, but this turn caused the hem of her nightgown to lift up, revealing her body from the waist down. The streetlights outside the window were dim, but enough for me to see clearly. Like Pingping, Biyi was sleeping with her robe on,

not wearing anything underneath. I could clearly see Biyi's flat stomach and her swollen vulva. The pubic hair on her vulva was darker and thicker than Pingping's. I also saw Biyi's long, slender legs. I saw that she was still asleep, and I continued my movements on Pingping. "To have sex with one woman's vulva, to admire another woman's vulva, how blissful I am!" I thought.

I was very careful, but there were always subtle sounds of friction. If someone wasn't a deep sleeper, they might be woken up. However, Biyi didn't move. Just as I thought she might not be woken up, Biyi's eyelids suddenly opened. She glanced at me, and I immediately stopped.

Pingping was already immersed in pleasure; she didn't know any of this. She was on the verge of ecstasy, so she wouldn't let me stop. She nudged me, urging me to continue. I glanced at Biyi; she had closed her eyes again, but her lips were smiling.

Seeing this expression, I felt relieved. At the same time, a strange excitement surged within me. Biyi could pretend to be asleep without making any move, and she should know her robe was lifted, yet she didn't pull it down to cover herself. What did that mean? I became even more vigorous. Pingping's orgasm returned; she couldn't control herself and let out soft gasps.

After the orgasm, I stopped, letting Pingping rest. But I had another purpose. As soon as I stopped, I freed one hand and placed it on Biyi's thigh. Biyi's body trembled, and a smile returned to her face. She didn't resist, and my hand caressed her thigh. So firm, so smooth!

After caressing it for a while, my hand left her thigh and moved towards her genitals, my fingers even inserting into her vagina. Ah, Biyi's vagina was already overflowing. Biyi's hand finally moved; she reached out and pressed my hand down. My heart pounded, because this action was too bold and could easily provoke her anger. However, Biyi didn't react negatively. She pulled my fingers out of her vagina and placed my hand on her thigh. My hand stopped moving, and her hand relaxed, so I could only gently stroke her thigh and rub her hand.

At this moment, Pingping moved. Her resting period was over, and she wanted to continue, so I had to withdraw my hand and continue thrusting. I was so excited, vigorously shaking my hips, wanting to show off my sexual prowess to Biyi. After about fifteen more minutes of thrusting, I ejaculated all my semen into Pingping's body.

"Go quickly, don't linger. It'll be bad if Biyi finds out," Pingping pushed me away.

I got up, and before getting out of bed, I rubbed Biyi's chest. I saw Biyi smile again.

The next morning, my heart was pounding. I was afraid Biyi would tell Pingping what happened last night, and even more afraid to face Biyi. However, my worries were unnecessary. Biyi greeted me warmly as usual, as if nothing had happened last night.

Today's itinerary had been arranged yesterday. In the morning, I took her to discuss business, and in the afternoon, we went to the water park. Pingping's company was having a board meeting. Her company was undertaking a major project, and she had to go to work.

In the morning, I set off in a Jeep. I had arranged to meet with several big bosses to discuss business with Biyi. Thanks to my influence, the deals were basically finalized, only the contract signing remained. After having lunch with the bosses, Biyi and I drove to the water park. Along the way, Biyi was in a good mood, her mouth never stopping.

When we arrived at the water park, we went to the changing room to change into our swimsuits. I changed and went to the poolside, sitting on a chair to wait for her. After a while, Biyi came out, wearing a light yellow bikini, very sexy. Ah, her tall figure, her curvaceous figure, was simply captivating. Biyi walked towards me, attracting envious glances from many.

Indeed, Biyi was beautiful. Speaking of beauty, I've met many women, each with their own unique beauty. Afang possessed a simple, pure beauty; Afen possessed a delicate, natural, and demure beauty; Aling possessed a youthful beauty, not only alluring but also radiating a strong youthful energy; Xiaowen was pretty and quiet, a reserved and enduring beauty; Mrs. Wen possessed a mature beauty, exuding a sensual and alluring charm, possessing a captivating power; and Biyi before me was radiant, beautiful and charming, not much less so than Pingping, possessing a healthy, lively, and passionate beauty. Of

course, compared to Pingping's beauty, none of them could compare. Pingping's beauty was comprehensive and all-encompassing; she possessed almost all the advantages they had, and even surpassed them in some aspects. Pingping also had one characteristic that they lacked. Pingping could display different beauties and exude different temperaments depending on her hairstyle and clothing, giving people a fresh feeling.

"What's wrong with me?" Biyi asked with a smile when she saw me staring blankly at her.

"Nothing, you're very beautiful?" Biyi's words brought me out of my reverie, and I answered.

She glanced at me and smiled, saying, "You're not bad either, very manly, very masculine!"

"Where's your boyfriend?" I asked.

"Him? He's quite handsome, but he's a bookworm, he doesn't have your masculinity." Saying that, she pulled me up and said, "Come on, let's go swimming!" She dragged my hand to the edge of the pool, pushed me into the pool, and laughed loudly, saying, "Man, you've fallen for my trick! Haha." Then she jumped into the pool herself.

Looking at her innocent and lovely expression, her radiant face, and her fit figure, I was captivated. In the pool, we played and frolicked, and looking at her happy expression, it was as if nothing had happened last night, as if my finger had never been inserted into her vagina.

At 5 PM, we returned home. Pingping was already waiting for us. Seeing us, she quickly stood up and greeted us. She took Biyi's hand and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Biyi, the company plans have changed. I have to go to England to select models for seven days. My flight is at 7 PM tonight." She looked at me affectionately and said to Biyi, "Please take good care of Ahua for me! Luckily, we'll have two more days to meet after I get back, so we can talk and have fun." She then went to me and said, "It was urgent, I didn't have time to tell you beforehand, I'm sorry. I've packed my luggage, please take me to the airport right away."

Biyi smiled and said, "Go quickly, or you'll be late. I'll cook dinner tonight."

So, I drove Pingping to the airport, kissed her goodbye, and saw her off.

Back home, Biyi had already cooked dinner and set the table. We ate and talked about everything under the sun, enjoying our meal for four hours straight. I've been classmates with Biyi for four years, and we're best friends. However, I rarely have the chance to be alone with her.

Before I knew it, the clock had struck twelve. Biyi said, "Okay, that's enough for today. I'll clear the table and wash the dishes. You can

take a shower." After showering, I went to my room and lay on the bed reading. After a while, Biyi came in and said, "I've finished showering and I'm going to sleep. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

I quickly got out of bed, took Biyi's hand, and said, "Biyi, don't go. Stay with me tonight, okay?"

Biyi lowered her head, her face flushed, and said, "Didn't you tease me enough last night? Want to tease me again?"

I mustered my courage, put one arm around her waist, and lifted her head with the other, saying, "Biyi, promise me!"

Biyi just blushed and didn't say anything, nor did she push me away.

"My dear Biyi, please say yes!"

Biyi raised her lowered eyes, looked at me, smiled, and whispered, "Okay, I say yes."

I was overjoyed. I picked Biyi up, spun her around three times, put her down, kissed her on the cheek, and said happily, "My dear Biyi, thank you!" Then I hugged Biyi and kissed her red lips. Biyi also put one hand on my shoulder and the other around my waist, and kissed me proactively.

After a long, passionate kiss, we were both naked. I carried Biyi to the bed, stood by the bed, and carefully admired Biyi's body. Biyi, like Pingping, had a beautiful figure. The difference was that Biyi's nipples were not as pointed as Pingping's, her areolas were larger, and she had less pubic hair.

Biyi also lay on the bed, staring at my penis. I shook my already erect penis and asked with a smile, "How is it? How does it compare to your boyfriend's?"

"Very thick, much stronger than his." She pulled me onto the bed, grabbed my large, black, long, and hard penis with one hand, opened her small mouth, and swallowed the glans.

Her warm little mouth and nimble tongue sent waves of intense pleasure through my penis. Ah, this is what it's like to eat a banana, this is what it's like to blowjob. So this thing is so exciting! I'll have to try it sometime.

After a while, the pleasure from my glans intensified, and I felt the urge to ejaculate. "I can't ejaculate, I can't let Biyi look down on me!" I silently warned myself. So, I moved my body and brought my mouth close to Biyi's vulva, kissing her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening. A moment later, I heard Biyi let out a melodious moan.

Suddenly, Biyi pushed me down onto the bed, then straddled me, grabbed my penis, and tried to insert it into her vagina. With her body lowered, my penis slid all the way in. "Ah!" The intense pleasure of our first encounter made us both involuntarily groan.

Biyi's vagina was narrow, gripping my penis tightly, the intense friction making my muscles tense. Biyi straddled me like a knight urging his horse on. She rose and then plunged down again, each thrust harder and faster than the last. She was completely immersed in the pleasure of sex, her eyes tightly closed, her hands frantically kneading her breasts. I wasn't going to be outdone; I moved my lower body in rhythm with hers, thrusting upwards forcefully, again and again. After a while

, she turned around, her back to me, and continued thrusting while still straddling me. I held her waist with both hands, forcefully pulling her body against mine.

Ten minutes later, Biyi's pace slowed; she was getting tired. I pushed her down onto the bed, spread her legs, and guided my penis to her opening, slowly inserting it. After a few gentle thrusts, I increased the speed of my attack, each thrust penetrating her core.

"Ah! Ah!... Faster, faster, don't stop! Deeper!" Biyi began singing her beautiful lovemaking anthem again.

After about five hundred thrusts, I flipped Biyi's body over and entered her vagina from behind. I grabbed Biyi's breasts with both hands and thrust my lower body forward forcefully. Biyi's tender pink labia flipped back and forth with my thrusts, and her juices flowed continuously from her opening, running down her thighs. Entering a frenzied state, she screamed loudly, her body thrusting backward with all her might.

Suddenly, I pulled my penis out, jumped off the bed, pulled her body to the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and inserted my penis again. This is my signature lovemaking technique—the bedside sugarcane twist. With one hand, I caressed her breasts and nipples, while the other gently stroked her clitoris, constantly changing positions: nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, left and right insertions, slow, gentle strokes, the Great Circular Strike, the Thomas Flair… I used every technique imaginable. Biyi desperately twisted her head, arched her back, and howled like a wolf until her voice was hoarse.

Finally, Biyi begged for mercy: “Ahua, please stop, I have no strength left… ah… hurry… it feels so good!”

Seeing that Biyi was truly exhausted, I cupped her buttocks and thrust wildly again. At that moment, my glans tingled, and I quickly withdrew my penis. The first ejaculation landed on Biyi's face, the others on her chest and stomach.

“Ah! So this is what lovemaking feels like,” Biyi sighed deeply. “Ahua, you’re amazing!” Then, she burst into tears.

Seeing her cry, I panicked and quickly hugged her, saying, "Biyi, what's wrong? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you to have sex!"

Biyi opened her eyes, gently stroked my face with affection, and said, "Ahua, it's not your fault! I was just feeling sorry for my background!"

"Feeling sorry for your background? You've achieved success in your career and found a boyfriend who loves you. Aren't you living a good life?"

"Sigh! Ahua, do you know how deeply I love you! But you fell in love with Pingping. I'm Pingping's good friend, and I know I can't compare to her, so I could only keep my tears to myself."

After a pause, Biyi wiped away her tears and continued, "After graduation, many classmates went to Shenzhen, but I didn't dare to go. I was afraid that if I saw you, I wouldn't be able to help but reveal my feelings, so I had to return to Shanghai. I vowed to forget you and find a better man than you. Six months later, I found him, a man even more handsome than you." But he only has a handsome appearance; he's a spineless coward, all show and no substance. Every time we make love, he finishes in a minute or two, leaving me burning with desire but unable to release it, forcing me to often resort to masturbation to satisfy my sexual needs. He's also hesitant and indecisive in everything he does, lacking any manliness. I hate him so much!”

Biyi said, hugging me tightly as she continued, “That's why I miss you so much. This time, I insisted on coming to Shenzhen on a business trip just to see you. And as luck would have it, Pingping also went on a business trip at this time.”

“However,” Biyi continued, “I won't affect your relationship with Pingping. These next few days, I want you to love me well, play with me, talk to me, and make love with me. After Pingping comes back, I'll give you back to her. Let's not mention this again, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll love you the way you love Pingping.”

Biyi reached out and touched my penis, blushing as she said, “You really killed me last night. It was so exciting to watch you two having sex. Just when I was burning with desire, your finger went in, and I almost screamed from pleasure, so I immediately pulled your finger out. Can you do it? I want it again.”

“Okay, let’s do it again!” So I mounted her again.

After an hour of intense battle, Biyi knelt down and begged for mercy again.

“Today I finally understood the pleasures of being a woman. I didn’t know being a woman was so wonderful!”

“You’re really something,” I said, touching Biyi’s breasts, “You’re such a slut, I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Because you met a woman who loves you but can’t have you, and is extremely sexually frustrated. I wouldn’t do that with that guy. Even if we did, it wouldn’t work.”

“After enjoying the pleasures of sex, will you cheat on me when you go back to Shanghai?” I joked with her.

“Absolutely not! This trip to Shenzhen has satisfied me! But I hope you'll have the chance to go to Shanghai sometime to comfort my lonely heart.”

“It’s a deal!”

That night, we slept in each other’s arms. The next morning, Biyi demanded we make love again, and I, emboldened by my remaining strength, gave her a good beating.

During Pingping’s seven-day trip to England, I made love to Biyi twenty-two times, giving her a taste of sexual pleasure. During this time, with my help, Biyi also signed business contracts worth hundreds of millions of yuan with those big bosses.

Seven days later, Pingping returned. Biyi didn’t reveal any flaws, and as usual, she was incredibly affectionate with Pingping, even forcing her to sleep with me at night. Alas, Pingping, sexually starved after seven days without sex, pounced on me as soon as the door closed, demanding we make love. It took me a great deal of effort to appease her.

Two days later, Biyi returned to Shanghai. Before leaving, she hugged Pingping and Xiaowen and cried. In the end, I had to pull them apart and push her onto the plane.

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