Little X is my good sister, already five or six months pregnant. Because she had a miscarriage before, she is always very worried, so I often go to her house to see her and comfort her.
Her husband H is forty this year, five or six years older than me and Little X. Actually, H and I have known each other for a long time. Before he met Little X, he once liked me too. But I had just broken up with my ex-husband then and didn't dare to accept feelings rashly again. Besides, he wasn't single at the time, so I kept my distance, letting him know it was difficult and retreat.
With the appearance of X, he faded from my sight and gradually got together with X.
X liked him very much. Their feelings were strong and developed quickly. From the bottom of my heart, I was happy and blessed that X walked out of pain and regained happiness. After a long six-year wait, they finally stepped into the palace of marriage.
I am happy and wish them well.
The three of us have always been very close. During my most painful and confused times, they gave me encouragement and careful care.
They treated me as a member of the family and were very kind and attentive to me. Our friendship grew deeper and deeper; when we were together we often joked around and talked about everything.
H learned through X that I have a very close man. I always call this man 'brother.' We're not in the same city, but we always find ways to be together. Sometimes I go to brother's place, sometimes brother comes to mine. So H often teases me, saying, 'Wow, big brother must be really attractive, he must be amazing in bed. Little sister goes all the way to his door to get the 'essence' no matter how far.' He especially emphasizes the word 'essence' heavily.
Whenever he said something like that, I would retort, saying he was jealous and envious, joking that he was just sour grapes because he couldn’t eat them. At that time X would laugh and say the two of us were a pair of hooligans, always talking trash and never being serious. After H heard from X that his older brother had come by, he even said that next time big brother came, he should tell him, and he would treat big brother to a meal and drinks.
He is a very hospitable person and likes drinking with friends. Every time he says he’s treating us to a meal, I say I don’t have time; my brother finally came to see me after all, and we don’t want to waste time.
Besides, my brother can’t drink as much as you, so let’s save him some trouble. He said you’re the younger sister in our family, and we’re representing the women’s side to show a bit of sincerity; treating you to a meal is only proper. Seeing that it was hard to refuse, I said okay, and when my brother comes, we’ll all get together.
In November, my brother deliberately made a detour on a business trip to come see me. I asked my brother for his opinion, and he agreed to have dinner with X and H. However, my brother said the time couldn’t be too long and we should drink less. He really, really wanted to enter my body as soon as possible.
I agreed to my brother's words and notified X. X and H came to pick up my brother and me.
When we met, H was very enthusiastic, saying that since big brother had come all this way and it was our first meeting, we must have a good time today. X, with her big belly, chimed in, suggesting we go to the Little Red Hot Spring Resort for fun. Hearing this, I was also tempted. I had been there before; it was quite unique. You could eat, play, soak in hot springs, and rest in private rooms. Since my brother came from so far to see me, receiving him this way to relieve his travel fatigue suited my intentions as well. Of course, my brother had no objections.
Then we all went together to Xiaohonglou Hot Spring Resort City. We ate together; H ordered a bottle of baijiu, and he and his brother each poured themselves a full cup. I drank beer, and X, because she was pregnant, used water instead of alcohol.
We drank and chatted; Brother was even older than H, but looked much younger than H. In my heart, Brother was very handsome, which was also the reason I secretly delighted in wanting to introduce Brother to X and H.
At the banquet, H, for whatever reason, acting as my family member, kept urging my brother to drink. My brother's alcohol tolerance was originally not as good as H's, plus he was tired from the journey, and gradually couldn't handle it anymore.
Seeing the situation was not good, I quickly joined in to help my brother fend off the advances, mainly because both my brother and I were in a hurry to get home, so we drank a bit hastily. H was also straightforward, drinking just as quickly.
Before long, the three of us were all a bit dizzy. Seeing that we three had drunk almost enough, X suggested going to the hot springs to sober up a little. Because she was pregnant and her body felt uncomfortable, she said she would take a taxi back early. H had been drinking and could not drive, so he should not go home tonight; it would be the same to book a room here and stay. H agreed without hesitation and gladly.
My brother and I, seeing the current situation, couldn't insist on going home either. Although we really wanted to start our sweet time alone immediately, we had to follow the host's lead.
After seeing X off, we went to the hot springs.
I bought a swimsuit; they changed into swim trunks, and we went into the hot spring. Soaking in the warm spring water was especially comfortable. In the hazy mist, watching the small bridge and flowing water, my heart felt intoxicated.
I suggested going for a red wine bath. It was a hot spring bath only big enough for three or four people. Mist swirled around. Stepping into the pool, a faint aroma of red wine drifted over. We closed our eyes in the pool, enjoying the comfort of our bodies. My brother quietly took my hand in the water, pressing gently into my palm with his fingers, it felt ticklish and so comfortable. Looking at my brother's body so close, I really wanted to hold him tight, press close to him.
But because H was there, it was really embarrassing to be intimate with my older brother. But in our mutual glances, my brother and I conveyed a deep, intense desire.
I playfully waded back and forth in the pool when suddenly my foot slipped, and I stumbled, almost falling. At that moment, H happened to be beside me and caught me. I felt one of his hands pressing against my chest. The swimsuit was thin, vaguely revealing the protruding nipples. Through the swimsuit, I could feel the pressure of his fingers, as if he deliberately pressed lightly.
I was shocked and froze there; his hand on my breast didn't immediately move away. When H and I reacted, we both blushed simultaneously. I secretly glanced at my brother; luckily, he didn't seem to notice our reaction.
I didn't dare move my upper body recklessly. In a moment of urgency, I stretched my leg underwater and gently kicked toward H, while leaning my upper body back toward my brother. This moved my upper body out of H's range, but an unexpected new situation arose—I clearly felt my foot had hit H's sensitive area. I quickly tried to pull my leg back, but H reacted faster, grabbing my calf and not letting me retract it. He even gently pulled it toward him, and I distinctly felt my foot pressed tightly against his hard member below. Meanwhile, seeing my upper body leaning toward him, my brother moved forward to hug me, his hand naturally resting on my chest, and my head leaned against his shoulder. Looking back at H, he appeared as if nothing had happened, slightly closing his eyes as if enjoying the red wine bath, with no intention of letting go underwater.
I was really worried inside, afraid that my brother might notice something, yet I didn't dare move recklessly. So, in this awkward posture—leaning against my brother above, with one leg pulled by H below—my body remained stiff.
Brother seemed to notice my stiffness, and thought I wasn’t used to this atmosphere, or that my body was reacting, because he knew my body was the especially sensitive type. Let alone such close contact,
Usually, when we video chat, or even just hearing my brother's voice on the phone, I get so wet down there, I can climax even on the street.
To ease my nerves, or maybe to soothe my longing, the hand resting on my chest began drawing circles gently around my protruding nipple, while his lips moved toward my neck, rubbing back and forth along my neck and cheek.
My emotions were instantly stirred by my brother. I reached out my hands to hook around his neck, and my lips involuntarily kissed him.
Over there, H, seeing our movements, also started to act. By touch, it seemed he pulled that thing out from his tight swim trunks and started pressing its hardness against the sole of my foot, while one hand moved up from my foot towards my calf and thigh.
My body, which had just been soothed into softness by my brother, stiffened again. I felt both ashamed and afraid, thinking H was too bad and too bold. You have to understand, my brother's possessiveness toward me is very strong. Although we usually live far apart, his control over me is even stricter than if he lived nearby. When I go out for errands and come home late, he always demands I send voice messages and photos to prove what I'm doing.
My brother had also said many times that I could find a man when I needed one, and even said he wanted to fuck me together with another man, but I didn’t believe for a second that my brother meant it sincerely. How could he possibly let another man touch me? I had finally been able to look forward to my brother coming to see me today, and we had long been desperately horny and wanting to relieve our longing. If my boldness in Ｈ made my brother unhappy, then I would have wanted to die.
Before my brother could notice anything, I needed to quickly escape this awkward situation. I said to my brother, 'We've been soaking for nearly an hour and feel tired. Let's stop soaking and go rest.'
Brother may have sensed my unease, so he nodded and looked toward H.
At that moment, H also released my leg and said, 'Alright, I've had too much to drink today, can't soak for too long, let's go up.'
My legs finally regained their freedom, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, yet somehow, I felt as if I had lost something.
The three of us came out of the hot spring. When we got up, I secretly glanced at the crotches of the two men beside me. Both bad men had bulges down there, not hiding it at all, their expressions seemingly carrying an indescribable, wicked meaning.
After washing off, we went upstairs to the private room that had already been prepared. The room was very spacious and imposing, but what was embarrassing was that there was a huge double bed in the middle, 2.5 meters.
I looked at the two men again; they both acted as if nothing was wrong. My heart suddenly pounded faster, and I actually felt a strange sensation, as if an unspeakable desire had arisen, vaguely feeling something was about to happen.
Because the three of us had been drinking and soaking in the hot springs, we felt particularly exhausted. Without chatting much more, we all lay down on the bed. Originally, I wanted to sleep next to my brother on the side, but my brother was afraid I might move around and fall off the bed, so he made me sleep between the two of them.
Lying between two men, I had an unreal feeling, as if everything today had been prearranged.
It was originally just supposed to be a meeting, soaking in the hot springs, relaxing a bit, and then my brother and I going home. How did we both get so drunk, and then that thing happened in the hot springs, and then how did I end up sleeping in the same bed with two men, staying overnight?
While I was still lost in wild thoughts, H beside me soon began to snore softly. Seeing that H was asleep, my brother moved closer to me. We faced each other and could no longer hold back.
Brother held my body tightly, kissed my lips, and stirred his tongue in my mouth. I feared brother teasing me like this the most; my lower part instantly became wet and leaked a lot of juice.
I immediately couldn't control myself and responded passionately to my husband (in front of others, I call him brother, but when we're alone, I call him husband, and he calls me baby, so later I might switch between calling him brother and husband). I swirled my tongue around his lips, and moans involuntarily escaped my throat.
He couldn’t hold back either and put my hand inside his underwear. I felt the cock that was already rock-hard, and there was already a lot of fluid on it, slick and wet.
Brother whispered in my ear: "Baby, I want you so much, my dick really wants to fuck you, I’m going to shove it in!"
As he spoke, he used his hand to pull down my pants and played with my labia with his fingers. My arousal instantly enveloped his fingers. I was so excited by my husband that I wanted to scream loudly, but I was afraid of waking H, so I had to suppress it desperately, moaning softly in my throat.
My husband was playing with my slutty hole, clearly feeling unsatisfied. I knew he wanted to insert his cock into my little slutty pussy. Usually at this time, either he would press on top of me, or I would ride him, but now, afraid of waking H, neither of us dared to make too much noise.
At this moment, my brother suddenly flipped my body, making me lie on my side facing H, with my buttocks arched toward his cock. He wrapped one arm around from under my body, grabbing one of my breasts, while the other hand held my plump buttocks. I lifted one leg to make it easier for him to insert.
When brother saw that I was ready, he took back the hand resting on my butt, steadied his already stiff and hard dick, and with a plop he thrust into my already flooded little pussy.
I felt my little slutty hole suddenly filled with a warm, full sensation. It had been over a month since my husband's cock had entered me. I was so excited my body trembled slightly, and my raised legs came down to tightly clamp around my husband's cock.
My husband continued to hold my buttocks steady, thrusting his cock slowly and powerfully. Because I had so much arousal fluid, my little slutty pussy was very lubricated. Even though I clenched my legs tightly, my husband's cock still thrust smoothly.
I was intoxicated, tightly closing my eyes, reaching back to hold onto my brother's thighs, helping him thrust deeply into my core again and again. The room was filled only with the wet, squelching sounds of each thrust.
My husband's face pressed against my plump back, thrusting more and more fiercely. I felt the arousal fluid below increasing, the sound of water growing louder, and my little slutty pussy feeling so pleasurable it was almost heavenly. My body uncontrollably twisted wildly.
In a daze, I felt both my nipples being kneaded by something. I suddenly felt something was wrong. My husband had one hand resting on my buttocks, and another hand gripping my shoulder.
I looked and saw that H had been awakened by my brother and me at some point, his face flushed, eyes red, greedily staring at my breasts. At some point, the bathrobe belt had slipped open, revealing my fair, full breasts, with two small nipples standing erect under his hand's stimulation.
So H had been kneading my nipples just now. I instantly came to my senses, stared wide-eyed in shock, opened my mouth but didn’t dare to shout.
I only saw H flash a lewd smile, as if he wasn’t scared at all. His gaze went past my body to look at the back of me, and he kept greedily kneading me.
I suddenly realized that my brother had also seen this scene. What to do, what to do? Would I lose my brother? Would these two men come into conflict? Although I feel closer to my brother in my heart, H is my good sister's husband. We've been together for so many years, and he's been very good to me. I don't want either of them to get hurt.
In that instant, many thoughts flashed through my mind, but I clearly overlooked one thing—my brother was still thrusting fiercely! He wasn't angry; instead, he seemed excited, his dick getting even harder, thrusting more violently. H obviously saw that my brother wasn't blaming him and grew bolder, lowering his head to suck my nipple gently. My little slutty hole below became even wetter, uncontrollably...
At this moment, brother no longer cared about anything else. He abruptly shifted my body, made me lie on my back, and in one move straddled down over my body. His big dick greedily and fiercely thrust into my vagina, pumping hard. I felt as if a thick meat stick had stuffed my little hole full; it felt swollen inside, a very full feeling. Sometimes brother pressed in slowly, sometimes he thrust fast and hard, making me moan loudly with excitement. At this time I felt something rubbing back and forth on my face, hard and hot. When I opened my eyes, H’s dick had somehow become so big and hard. It was the first time I had seen H’s big dick; it was as thick as my husband’s, big and hard. Perhaps it was because after X got pregnant they had not been making love, so the big dick was swollen badly, very hot and burning.
The current situation is completely beyond my comprehension. I admit I've also fantasized about being fucked by several men, or being raped by a man. My husband often uses such scenarios to stimulate and train me. When I think like that, I get excited too, sometimes even reaching climax. But the gap between fantasy and reality is too vast; psychologically, it's very hard for me to accept this reality all at once.
My first reaction was to quickly turn my head away, trying to avoid the big cock rubbing against my face. My hands also weakly tried to push away the big cock rubbing against my face, and I mumbled incoherently, repeating, 'No, no, please, don't do this...'
可Ｈ was excited at this moment. He used his hand to turn my face toward him. His big cock rubbed against my mouth, and I saw wisps of liquid flowing from his glans, trickling onto my face, cool and slippery. Some had already reached my lips. That slutty, salty taste hit my senses all at once. My husband was still fiercely fucking my little slutty pussy underneath, and my resistance, under this never-before-experienced double stimulation, actually began to collapse slowly.
In front of my husband, another man’s big cock was also teasing and seducing me, but I felt that while I was ashamed, I actually somewhat longed to enjoy this scene; there was even more water in my cunt…… I actually couldn’t control my moans, and my slutty hole kept convulsing uncontrollably.
My husband's big cock was still thrusting excitedly; he probably also sensed the changes in my little slutty hole. When he saw H's big cock's movements, he became even more excited, thrusting harder and shouting, 'Baby, I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck you to death!'
I felt the fierce impact of my husband's big cock while also enjoying H's teasing. My husband's big cock knew exactly where the stimulating points of my baby's slutty hole were. Sometimes his big cock circled inside my baby's vagina, sometimes stimulating my little slutty hole with a mix of fast and slow strokes. Each time he thrust deep, I could feel his big glans hitting my cervix, pushing the flesh at the cervix a bit painfully—such a thrilling sensation.
What I can't stand the most is this. I hugged my husband's waist tightly, pressing his big cock close. I wriggled my plump ass, seemingly forgetting another man's presence, or perhaps deliberately wanting to moan loudly in front of another man. 'Good husband, good brother, fuck me to death, fuck this little slut baby to death with your big cock.' As I moaned wantonly, breathing heavily, suddenly a big meat stick directly thrust into my open little mouth, blocking my moans. A stronger, fishy smell assaulted my senses more violently. It was H's big cock. He was dissatisfied with me constantly calling for my husband and, as if retaliating, deeply thrust his thick, stinking big cock into my throat.
I couldn't immediately adapt to the intrusion of this foreign object and couldn't stop retching, tears choking me. But H paid no heed at all. He shallowly thrust a few times in my little mouth, then suddenly and deeply plugged it right at my throat, staying motionless until I felt I was about to suffocate to death, only then did he slowly pull out. I gasped for breath in big gulps. The mucus I retched flowed from the corner of my mouth down my neck. My mind was hazy and confused, somewhat unclear about the situation. Just as I felt I was catching my breath, the big meat rod thrust in again. And so, my two holes, top and bottom, were being endlessly thrust into by two big men. I felt my body continuously drifting and floating in the clouds, ungrounded, as if wanting to die, yet also as if ascending to heaven.
No one knew how long had passed before I suddenly felt both the upper and lower holes become empty all at once, and my consciousness also became empty all at once, as if even my soul had been drained away. Then a pair of strong hands wrapped around my waist and turned me over, changing me into a doggy-style position. I was still in a daze, and from front and back, my little mouth and little slutty pussy were filled to the brim again, and a new round of impact began.
At this moment, I feel my little mouth filled with a familiar sensation and taste, and I finally realize it's my husband fucking my little mouth now. I know my husband loves it most when I suck his big cock.
Every time we meet for the first time, my husband likes to have the baby suck him off first. My husband says because the first time is too easy to ejaculate, he's afraid fucking the little slut won't satisfy the baby.
Actually he knew very well that I’m the kind of person who’s especially sensitive; often just a few gentle touches from my husband would bring me to orgasm, and my orgasms would come one after another, so there was no need to worry that I couldn’t climax.
I know it's because my husband likes me to suck him, and then likes me to swallow the semen he shoots out. The first time was especially much and thick. I don't know how others feel, but I've never thought my husband's big cock is dirty, nor does it have any fishy smell.
And my husband is very naughty; sometimes he deliberately doesn't wash down there before meeting, letting me suck directly. That moment indeed has a strong smell, but as soon as I think it's my husband's big dick, my husband's scent, I don't feel any disgust at all. Really, just now when I sucked H's big dick, even though it was freshly washed, I still felt a bit uncomfortable with the smell at first. But no matter how strong my husband's smell is, I don't feel disgusted; I even enjoy it. I don't know why, and I like to eat my husband's semen. I think my husband's semen has a jelly-like texture and a rice soup flavor. I don't know what other women think men's semen tastes like. Earlier, with little psychological preparation, I was fucked into a daze by two men. Most of the time, I closed my eyes, immersed in my own sensory experience.
When I realized it was my husband's big cock, I instinctively began to actively suck it. Previously, H had been thrusting in my mouth, but now I wanted to actively serve my husband, to make him feel as comfortable as before. I was still a bit afraid that my husband would settle accounts later and blame me for today's loss of chastity.
I felt my husband's big cock was exceptionally large and hard today. When I took his big cock out of my mouth, I saw it standing tall and angry, the dark red glans swollen and shiny, the little slit on the glans slightly parted, looking fierce.
Feeling somewhat guilty, I swallowed the angry-looking glans facing me into my little mouth in one go, using all my oral skills to please it and serve it. My husband once praised me as a top graduate from the Classical Instrument Performance major of the Central Conservatory of Music. Actually, I know what he meant—that I'm good at giving blowjobs. And because we're not from the same place, he doesn't know my past, so sometimes my husband asks me half-jokingly, half-seriously if I'm professionally trained, meaning if I was a prostitute.
Of course, during these years of being together, my husband has gradually come to understand my experiences. He knows I am an innocent woman who went through a failed marriage and has had a few men since, and that I am never conservative in sexual life, always able to relax and enjoy the pleasures of sex, but I have never fooled around recklessly.
Getting further off topic, perhaps women all have an instinct to justify themselves, but let's return to the present.
I devotedly sucked on my husband's big cock, serving him comfortably.
At first, my husband knelt in front of my head for me to suck, but later, probably tired, he sat on the bed, and then lay on his back with his legs wide open. I leaned down hard, holding my husband's thick, hard big cock, licking from the anus up bit by bit to the glans, then from the glans down bit by bit, and taking his two balls into my mouth.
Holding it in his mouth and moving gently, my husband made comfortable hissing sounds, and occasionally he would hum a few times. I knew my husband was enjoying himself very much.
My current posture, with my upper body bent low and kneeling on the bed, made my butt stick up even higher. Let me introduce myself: I'm a petite woman, on the shorter side even among women, and quite plump.
Her breasts were neither big nor small; because she had never nursed a child, they had always stood firm and perky. Her butt was plump, the type my husband liked,
My thighs are very strong; sometimes when my husband uses his hand to dig under me, if I clamp my legs together I can squeeze so hard that he cries out in pain.
Matching my figure is my baby face. My eyebrows have never been trimmed, neat and curved. My husband says my eyebrows are beautiful and delicate. Big eyes, double eyelids, my skin is especially fair. Since childhood, I've been praised as a girl with features like a painting, like a doll. Even now that I'm in my thirties, many unfamiliar people still mistake me for an unmarried girl. Plus, my personality is also kind of silly, pure, unaffected, and unsophisticated. Although I'm not that kind of glamorous woman, I'm still a likable and enduringly attractive woman. As my husband says, as soon as he sees me, he wants to hold me in his hands, embrace me, and cherish me like a little baby. My nickname 'Baby' is what my husband gave me.
Now, with my petite and voluptuous body, my plump, fair, and tender buttocks raised high, I believe H, having known me for so many years, could never have imagined I would have such an image, such a wanton appearance.
I could clearly feel H behind me, holding onto my plump buttocks, thrusting more and more fiercely without any regard for gentleness, occasionally using his large hand to slap my fair, tender, plump buttocks hard, making slapping sounds. I didn't know if other rooms could hear, but I couldn't care less about that anymore.
The numb, tingling sensation from the spanking on my buttocks spread throughout my body, making my whole being feel that same numbing, electric tingle. In my daze, I forgot to suck on my husband's big cock. Sensing my neglect, my husband...
Got back up on her knees, grabbed my hair, pressed my head down, and started thrusting fiercely in and out of my poor little mouth.
My two holes, front and back, up and down, were being fiercely thrust into by two men. The room echoed with the wet slapping sounds, the heavy breathing, and the moans of several people.
Since the beginning until now, I’ve already been brutally thrust by these two men for almost two hours straight, and I feel like my body is falling apart and my soul is about to melt.
Just at the moment of my ecstasy, I heard my husband's familiar low groan. I knew he was about to ejaculate. I gathered my energy and vigorously sucked on his big cock. Suddenly, bursts of intense hot fluid shot deep into my mouth. I greedily swallowed, sucking every last drop of my husband's hot, jelly-like, rice-soup-flavored semen into my mouth. His big cock remained motionless in my mouth as I slowly swallowed his essence.
Suddenly, I heard H behind me also let out a roar. After a series of violent thrusts, a stream of hot fluid rushed into my little slutty pussy. H also came, shooting deep into my little slutty pussy, into the little slutty pussy of the woman he once pursued, into the little slutty pussy of his wife's best friend.
I am a woman particularly sensitive to semen, you could say I have a strong semen complex. Two men ejaculated hot semen inside me one after another, emitting a strong, lewd odor that instantly stimulated my body and soul. I let out an almost neurotic, prolonged moan, collapsing onto the bed in a convulsive tremble...
I collapsed weakly onto the bed, my body convulsing in waves. My consciousness was still somewhat hazy, and I knew I was lying between two men. I could clearly hear their rustling movements, but it felt as if they were very far away from me.
My chest was still heaving rapidly, my breathing still hurried. A warm flow slowly trickled out from my lower body, sliding down my thighs, but I didn't want to move or clean up.
I tried hard to calm my emotions; today's events were too unexpected, leaving me unable to react properly. What exactly is going on? Am I really such a promiscuous woman? Both of these men are very close to me; how will I face them in the future? And will X find out about this? If so, how will I face her? I thought a lot, but couldn't make sense of anything.
“Slut, after getting fucked to your heart’s content, you don’t care about your man anymore? Did you get him fucked to death?”
A familiar voice, a familiar tone reached my ears; of course this was my brother, my husband, my master. We had engaged in conversations like this and games like this many times before. At times like this, my husband was my master, and I was my husband’s little sex slave.
It was almost a conditioned reflex; I scrambled up immediately, crouching like a little bitch, and answered in a low voice: 'Master.'
“Slut, hurry over here and crawl over. Clean up for your master!”
My husband's voice was full of authority, and hearing it filled me with deep pleasure from within.
For several years, I have been trained by my husband like this, and I know that at a time like this, my husband is less trying to torment me than to reward me, to reward me with endless stimulation and orgasmic pleasure. I felt as if my whole body had been shocked by electricity, instantly entering a state of ecstasy. I knew my husband, my master, was once again going to give me so, so much sexual happiness.
I obediently crawled toward my master, not daring to lift my head too high, only daring to look up at my husband with my eyes, showing a pitiful expression. All of this was taught to me by my husband, and now I do it without him having to instruct me. My husband still kept a stern face, but I could always detect a hint of mischief in it.
Actually, I’m not afraid of my husband at all. The more it is like this, the less I fear him. Maybe physically my husband really will torment me fiercely, and may even cause me physical pain, but I know he truly cherishes me and will absolutely never really hurt me. Everything my husband does is so that the two of us can thoroughly and fully enjoy the pleasure of sex, from body to soul.
Of course, I also cooperate and obey my husband very willingly because my thoughts align with his. But when I read some BDSM novels that portray women as thoughtless, soulless puppets, that's entirely men's one-sided fantasies from their own perspective. Anyway, we're not like that. The process of being trained by my husband is actually part of our sexual relationship, something we both participate in and enjoy together.
"Master, let this little bitch-dog lick your big cock."
I begged with the most vulgar and lewd language, which was also a long-established默契 between us, something my husband loved to hear. As I spoke so degradingly, waves of numbness surged in my vagina. I was utterly陶醉 by my own degradation in front of my husband.
Then carefully cupped my husband's half-hard, half-soft cock with both hands, as if holding my most beloved treasure, lowered my head, opened my small mouth, and gently took it in.
"Fuck, that’s so damn lewd, big brother, you really know how to enjoy yourself!"
The突然响起的声音 made my body勐的一颤. My husband's不太硬的鸡巴一下子从我微张的嘴里脱出. Oh my god, I just remembered H was still beside me. I was really有些迷煳了 just now, forgot all about it.
I actually behaved so shamelessly and lewdly in front of H, it's too embarrassing.
“Slut, what are you spacing out for? You’ve already been fucked by a thousand men and poked by ten thousand; what are you pretending to be chaste for now!” My husband pinched my nipple hard, and the pain made me cry out. I suddenly fell backward and sat down in front of the two men.
"You dirty husband, I haven't been fucked by a thousand men..."
I couldn't help but retort, though my voice grew softer and softer, becoming almost inaudible by the end.
老公在调教我的时候，曾经让我自己描述过，被很多男人同时操，还让我扮演过妓女的角色，我并不抗拒老公这样骂我。可是现在Ｈ在旁边啊，虽然Ｈ刚才也操过我了，可是我还是不能接受自己这样在Ｈ面前没有面子，这样太下贱淫荡了，而且万一Ｈ要是真相信这些话了，那可太丢脸了，跳进黄河也洗不清了。 「贱货，刚刚还被两根大鸡巴狠狠地操过，叫得那么淫荡，还说没有！」「臭老公，宝宝没有，就是没有。」我还想再争一争。
“Slut, you still dare talk back. Brother, was fucking my baby’s little naughty pussy just now comfortable?”
"It feels so good, so good, Xiao Meng's pussy is really tight, feels amazing."
H's voice sounded particularly lewd and slutty to my ears. But he wasn't used to calling me 'baby' yet, so he used my real name.
"Brother, the baby's slutty pussy moves by itself, it's been contracting and training every day, and it hasn't been neglected even while working. Of course it's tight. Little slut, let Big Brother H admire your little slutty pussy contracting." "Bad husband, no!"
My damn husband is too much. Such an embarrassing thing—this is a secret between me and my husband. Showing my little slutty pussy is my husband's privilege. How could he be so generous as to give it to another man? Damn husband. 'Oh, the little slut has a new man and won't listen to her master anymore. Don't you want your master's big cock to fuck you?' His words were more of a temptation than a threat.
"Want, want, want, baby wants husband’s big cock to fuck her, baby listens to the master." I hurriedly confessed to my husband.
"Speak properly, what are you?"
"The baby is a little slut, a little trash whore, a little bitch, a little bitch dog. The baby is the master’s little sex slave." It was over; I had already said these words a thousand times, and once I started I couldn’t stop.
“Are you that little slut who’s been fucked by a thousand men and poked by ten thousand?”
“Yes.” I no longer wanted to hold on.
"Say it clearly, what are you?"
"The baby is a little slut, a little trash whore, a little bitch, a little bitch dog, fucked and poked by a thousand men. The baby is the master’s little sex slave."
"Now show us that little rotten cunt of yours that’s been fucked by a thousand men and poked by ten thousand."
"Husband... mm..."
I had just shown a hint of refusal in my tone when I heard my husband grunt. I swallowed the sound that hadn't yet been uttered, letting out a weak, 'Master...'
“Hurry up!”
I sighed inwardly; it seemed today my husband wanted his baby to completely indulge and degenerate once. As long as my husband is willing, baby will listen to everything husband says, baby is husband's little sex slave, baby truly wants to be husband's good little sex slave.
I sat there, slowly spreading my legs, revealing my wet vagina to the two men, my head deeply bowed. I saw my pale, plump lower belly, slightly fleshy, forming a crease. I used to be very self-conscious about my somewhat chubby figure, but my husband always said he liked it, saying he loved my chubby little belly, that it felt great to press against it.
From the lower belly downward, it was clean and white with not a single pubic hair. I’m actually not a natural white tiger, but my husband likes it, so today I specially shaved it completely clean before he came. Usually my pubic hair is neither thick nor sparse, shaped like an inverted triangle. My vagina is described by my husband as a steamed bun pussy, fleshy and plump with a thin slit in the middle, but because it had just undergone the fierce thrusting of two big meat sticks, the usually tightly closed flesh slit had already split open, and the labia were swollen and shiny, though one side was fuller while the other was a bit thinner.
Some white, glistening fluid was still seeping out from inside the vagina. I didn't know if it was H's semen or my own juices, but it definitely wasn't my husband's, because his semen was particularly thick, and he had just ejaculated into my mouth, which I swallowed. The inner side of one of my thighs still had a shiny, sticky trail. 'Look up at our big cocks, use your hands to spread your slutty hole open, contract your little vaginal opening.'
My damn husband wants to completely humiliate me. I don't want to resist anymore. I've already understood my husband's intentions. I like to迎合 his thoughts; what he likes, I like too.
I used my hands to spread apart the two fleshy lips of her vagina, revealing the small opening still holding a pool of slick fluid. Despite the earlier intense thrusting, the opening remained narrow and small—this was my pride, and my husband's pride too. I guess my husband sharing his most cherished woman with someone else today might also stem from a desire to show off. He often says that such a good baby, such a good pussy, would be such a waste not to let others have a taste.
Following my husband's request, I contracted my little hole rhythmically, and that pool of arousal fluid surged out in gushes, flowing downward. I felt it had already reached my anus.
I looked up at the two men, both leaning against the headboard, their big cocks already raging. I curiously compared the two big rods. My husband's big cock was longer and thinner, while H's was shorter and thicker. But the most distinctive feature of my husband's cock was its particularly large head, like a big mushroom, with a diameter far exceeding the shaft below. There was a very pronounced coronal ridge below the head; every time it sank into my slit, it felt like it was stuck inside, especially when pulling out, scraping against my tender flesh, sending shivers all over my body.
Looking at the two large cocks in front of me, a strange sensation slowly surged throughout my body. A kind of longing began to grow uncontrollably; I desperately hoped those two large cocks would immediately fill the emptiness deep inside me.
What happened later, I don't want to keep writing about.
I clearly remember, this time I was the active one. I was like an insatiable, lustful slut, a promiscuous whore. I satisfied the two men before me again and again, no matter what requests they made. I also actively demanded from the two men again and again, as if this were the last supper of my life. I didn't want to leave any regrets; I wanted to squeeze these two men dry, to drain them completely.
I really don't remember how many times I climaxed, and I don't remember how many times these two men came, but it was far fewer than the number of my climaxes. I've said before that I'm naturally more sensitive than others; my climaxes come especially quickly, and I climax over and over again.
My body was covered in sticky fluids: the sweat of several people, my own juices, and the semen of two men. I never again swallowed the semen they shot after that, including my husband's, because I had communicated with my husband before, and he seemed particularly unwilling for me to swallow others' semen. My virginity wasn't my husband's; he wanted swallowing semen to be his privilege and patent. Although I was very wild at the time, subconsciously I still had a bottom line, or perhaps my husband also had a bottom line.
That night, we hardly rested; strictly speaking, I didn't rest much, while they took turns resting in between. It was the wildest sex I ever had, and also the most enjoyable. I believe such a thing will never happen again.
Afterwards, I once asked my husband very seriously: 'Honey, do you really want me to be such a cheap and promiscuous woman? Do you really want to share your baby with other men?'
My husband stared into my eyes, remained silent for a moment, and instead of directly answering my question, asked, 'Baby, do you like it?'
I replied, 'As long as hubby likes it, baby is willing to do anything for hubby. Baby will always belong to hubby. Maybe one day in the future, baby might have another man, but baby only wants to belong to one man.' I know there are some contradictions and illogical parts in this statement, but I believe hubby understands what I mean. Hubby slowly but firmly said, 'I understand. I will always respect baby's thoughts. I will never do anything to hurt baby.'
I also understood; actually, I understood even without these words being said.
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