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 the relationship developed quickly. From the bottom of my heart, I was happy and blessed for X to walk out of pain and regain happiness. After a long six-year wait, they finally stepped into the hall of marriage.
I am happy and blessed for them.
The three of us have always been particularly close; they gave me encouragement and careful care during my most painful and uncertain times.
They treated me as a member of the family and were very good to me and looked after me. Our friendship grew deeper and deeper, and we often joked together and talked about everything.
H knew through X that I had a very close man. I always called 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 teased me, saying things like, 'Wow, big brother is really attractive, he must be amazing in that department. Little sister goes all the way to his door to get the 'essence' no matter how far.' He especially emphasized the word 'essence' heavily.
Whenever he said that, I would argue back and say he was jealous and resentful, joking that he was sour grapes because he couldn’t get them. At such times, X would laugh and say the two of us were a pair of ruffians, that once we started talking we’d go off the rails and never be serious. H heard from X that his older brother had been here, so he also 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'll treat us to a meal, I say I don't have time. My brother finally came to see me once, and we don't want to waste time.
Besides, my older brother can’t outdrink you, so let’s save you some trouble. He said you are the little sister in our family, and we, as the people from the bride’s side, are showing our sincerity; treating you to a meal is only proper. Seeing that it was hard to refuse, I said all right, let’s get together when my brother comes.
In November, my brother specially made a detour on a business trip to come see me. I asked for my brother’s opinion, and he agreed to have dinner with X and H, but he said the time couldn’t be too long and we should drink less. He so, so 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, also chimed in, saying that to have a good time, we should go to the Xiaohonglou Hot Spring Resort. Hearing this, I was also tempted—I've been there before, it's very unique; you can eat, play, soak in hot springs, and rest in private rooms. For my brother to come see me from so far away, being able to host him like this to relieve his travel fatigue also suited my wishes. My brother, of course, was fine with anything.
So we went together to the Xiaohonglou Hot Spring Resort City. We ate together, H ordered a bottle of baijiu, he and his brother each poured a full glass, I drank beer, and X, because she was pregnant, used water in place of alcohol.
We drank and chatted as we went. Brother was even older than H, but he looked much younger than H. In my heart, I thought Brother was very handsome, which was also the reason I secretly took pride in wanting to introduce Brother to X and H.
At the banquet, H, for some reason, kept urging my brother to drink, acting as my family member. My brother's alcohol tolerance was originally not as good as H's, and coupled with travel fatigue, he gradually couldn't handle it.
Seeing the situation was not good, I quickly joined in to help my brother fend off the advances, mainly because my brother and I were in a hurry to get home. We had been drinking somewhat hastily, and H was also straightforward, drinking just as quickly.
After going back and forth a few times, the three of us were all a little dazed. Ｘ saw that the three of us had drunk almost enough, and suggested going to soak in a hot spring to sober up a bit. Because she was pregnant and not feeling well, she said she would take a taxi back first. Ｈ had been drinking, so he couldn’t drive, and there was no need to go back tonight; it would be just the same to open a private room here and stay over. Ｈ agreed gladly without a second thought.
Seeing the situation, my brother and I couldn't insist on going home anymore. Although we really wanted to start our sweet time alone right away, we had to follow the host's lead.
After we saw X off, we went to the hot springs.
I bought a swimsuit. The two of them changed into swimming trunks, and we went into the hot spring. Soaking in the warm hot spring water was really exceptionally comfortable. In the hazy mist, looking at the small bridge and flowing water, my heart felt intoxicated.
I suggested going for a red wine bath. It was a hot spring that could only accommodate three or four people, with mist swirling around. As we stepped into the pool, a faint aroma of red wine wafted through the air. We closed our eyes in the water, enjoying the comfort of our bodies. My brother quietly took my hand in the water, gently pressing his fingers into my palm. It tickled and felt so good. Looking at his body so close to mine, I really wanted to hold him tight and get closer to him.
But because H was there too, it was really embarrassing to get close to my brother. But my brother and I conveyed a thick, intense amorous desire through our exchanged glances.
I playfully waded back and forth in the pool. Suddenly, my foot slipped, and I almost stumbled. 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 nipple. Through the fabric, I could feel the pressure of his fingers, as if he deliberately pressed lightly.
I was so startled that I froze there, and his hand on my breast didn't immediately move away either. When H and I reacted, we both blushed simultaneously. I secretly glanced sideways 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 my brother might notice something, but I didn't dare move recklessly. So I stayed in this awkward position, leaning against my brother above, with one leg pulled by H below, my body stiff.
My brother seemed to notice my stiffness, thinking I wasn't used to this atmosphere, or perhaps thinking my body was reacting, because my brother knows my body is an especially sensitive type. Not to mention such close contact,
Usually, just by watching videos or even hearing my brother's voice on the phone, I get so wet down there, I can even climax on the street.
To ease my tension, or perhaps to soothe my longing, my brother's hand resting on my chest began gently circling my protruding nipple. His lips also approached my neck, rubbing back and forth on my neck and cheeks.
My emotions were instantly stirred up by my brother. I reached out my hands to hook around his neck, and my mouth 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 pressed its hardness directly against the sole of my foot, while one hand slid up from my foot to my calf and thigh.
My body, which had just been soothed to softness by my brother, stiffened again. I felt both ashamed and afraid, thinking H was too bad and too bold. You have to know, my brother's possessiveness towards me is very strong. Although we usually live far apart, his control over me is even stricter than someone living nearby. When I go out for errands and come home late, my brother always asks me to send voice messages and photos to prove what I'm doing.
My brother has also said many times that I could find a man when needed, even saying he wanted to fuck me together with another man. But I simply didn't believe my brother was sincere. How could my brother possibly let another man touch me? Today, I finally looked forward to my brother visiting me. We were already desperately thirsty to relieve our longing. If H's boldness upset my brother, I would feel like dying.
Before my brother could notice anything, I needed to quickly extricate myself from this awkward situation. I said to my brother, 'We've been soaking for almost an hour and feel tired. Let's stop soaking and go rest.'
My brother probably sensed my discomfort, so he nodded and looked at H.
At that moment, H also let go of 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 stood 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 carrying an indescribably wicked vibe.
After washing up, we went to the private room upstairs that had been reserved. The room was very spacious and grand, and what was awkward was that right in the middle there was a huge double bed, 2.5 meters.
I looked at the two men again, and they both acted as if nothing happened. My heart suddenly pounded faster, and I felt a strange sensation, as if an unspeakable desire arose, vaguely feeling something was about to happen.
Because the three of us drank and soaked in the hot springs, we felt particularly exhausted. Without chatting much more, we all lay on the bed. Originally, I wanted to sleep next to my brother on the edge, but my brother, afraid I might move around and fall off the bed, made me sleep between them.
Lying between two men, I had an unreal feeling, as if everything today had been prearranged.
Originally, it was just about meeting up, soaking in a hot spring, relaxing, and then my brother and I going home. How did things get so muddled that both my brother and I got drunk, then that incident happened in the hot spring, and now how did I end up sharing a bed with two men for the night?
While I was still lost in wild thoughts, H beside me soon started snoring softly. Seeing that H had fallen asleep, my brother moved closer to me. We faced each other and could no longer hold back.
My brother held my body tightly, kissed my lips, and stirred inside my mouth with his tongue. I was most afraid of my brother teasing me like this; my lower part instantly became wet, and a lot of fluid flowed out.
I immediately couldn't control myself, responding passionately to my husband (in front of others, I call him brother, but when we're alone together, I call him husband, and he calls me baby, so later I might switch between calling him brother and husband). I swirled my tongue on his lips, and moans involuntarily escaped my throat.
My brother also couldn't control himself anymore. He placed my hand inside his underwear. I felt his cock, already hard to the extreme, with a lot of slippery pre-cum on it.
My brother whispered in my ear: 'Baby, I really want you. My cock really wants to fuck you. I'm going to put it in!'
As he spoke, he used his hand to pull down my panties, playing with my labia with his fingers. My arousal instantly enveloped my brother's fingers. My husband got me so excited I wanted to scream out loud, but I was afraid of waking H, so I had to suppress it desperately, moaning softly in my throat.
Husband played with my slutty hole, clearly feeling it wasn't satisfying enough. I knew husband wanted to insert his dick into my little slutty pussy. Normally at this time, either brother would press on top of me, or I would ride on top of brother. But now, afraid of waking H, neither of us dared to make too much movement.
At this moment, my brother suddenly flipped my body over, making me lie on my side facing H, with my buttocks arched toward his cock. My brother 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 up to make it easier for my brother to insert.
Seeing that I was already prepared, my brother withdrew his hand from my buttocks, steadied his already erect and hard cock, and with a plop, thrust it into my already overflowing little slutty pussy.
I felt my little pussy suddenly fill with a warm, swollen sensation. It had been over a month since my husband's cock had been inside me. I was so excited my body trembled slightly. I lowered the leg I had raised and tightly clamped it around my husband's cock.
My husband continued to hold my butt steady, his cock thrusting slowly and powerfully in and out. Because I was so wet, my little slutty pussy was very lubricated. Even though I clenched my legs tightly, my husband's cock still slid in and out smoothly.
I was intoxicated, tightly closing my eyes, reaching back to hug 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 pressed his face against my plump back, thrusting more and more fiercely. I felt the wetness below increasing, the sound of fluids growing louder. My little slutty pussy felt so pleasurable it was almost heavenly, and my body uncontrollably writhed desperately.
In a daze, I felt both my nipples being kneaded by something. I suddenly felt something was wrong. My husband had one hand on my buttocks and the other gripping my shoulder.
I looked and saw that H had been awakened by my brother and me at some point. His face was flushed, eyes red with greed as he stared at my breasts. Unbeknownst to me, the belt of my bathrobe had slipped open, revealing my fair, full breasts. The two little grapes had already perked up stiffly under the stimulation of his hands.
So it turned out that H had been kneading my nipples all along; I suddenly came to my senses, staring wide-eyed in shock, mouth open but unable to scream.
I only saw H give a wicked smile, as if he wasn’t afraid at all; his gaze passed over my body to look behind me, while he kept greedily kneading away.
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.
Many thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant, but I clearly overlooked one thing: my brother was still thrusting fiercely! My brother wasn't angry; instead, he seemed somewhat excited. His cock became even harder, thrusting more violently. H obviously saw that my brother wasn't blaming him and grew bolder, lowering his head to take my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking. My little slutty hole below became even wetter...
At this point, my brother didn't hold back anymore. He forcefully shifted my body, making me lie on my back, and immediately straddled over me, greedily thrusting his big cock hard into my vagina, pumping vigorously. I felt my little slutty hole being filled by a big meat stick, feeling swollen and so full. My brother sometimes pushed slowly, sometimes fast and hard, making me moan loudly in excitement. Then, I felt something rubbing back and forth on my face—hard and hot. Opening my eyes, I saw that H's cock had somehow become so big and hard. It was the first time I saw H's big cock, as thick as my husband's, big and hard. Perhaps because they hadn't made love since X got pregnant, his big cock was swollen fiercely, so 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 also get excited, sometimes even reaching orgasm. But the gap between fantasy and reality is too vast; psychologically, it's very difficult 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 kept mumbling incoherently, 'No, no, please, don't do this...'
But H was very excited at this moment. He grabbed my face with his hand, his big dick rubbing against my mouth. I saw strands of liquid flowing from the head of his cock, dripping onto my face, cool and slippery. Some of it had already reached my lips. A dirty, salty taste hit my senses all at once. My husband was still below, fiercely fucking my little horny pussy, and my resistance actually began to crumble slowly under this unprecedented double stimulation.
In front of my husband, another man's big cock is also teasing and seducing me, but I feel that while ashamed, I somewhat desire to enjoy this scenario. The wetness in my slutty hole increased... I couldn't control myself and moaned, my slutty hole uncontrollably twitching in waves.
Husband's big dick was still excitedly thrusting. He probably also sensed the change in the little slutty hole. When he saw the movement of H's big dick, he got even more excited, thrusting even harder, crying out 'Baby, I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck you to death!'
I felt the fierce impact of my husband's big cock and also enjoyed H's teasing. My husband's big cock knew exactly where to stimulate my slutty hole. Sometimes his big cock circled inside my vagina, sometimes stimulating my little slutty hole with varying speeds. Every time he thrust deep, I could feel his big glans hitting my cervix, pushing the flesh at the cervix a bit painfully—such a stimulating feeling.
What I can't stand the most is this. I hug my husband's waist tightly, pressing his big cock close. I wiggle my plump ass, seemingly forgetting another man is present, 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 moan and cry out, I breathe heavily. Suddenly, a big meat stick directly thrusts into my open little mouth, blocking my moans. A stronger, fishy, pungent smell assaults my senses even more violently. It's H's big cock. He's unhappy that I keep calling for my husband and, as if retaliating, deeply thrusts his thick, stinky 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 attention at all. He shallowly thrust a few times in my little mouth, then suddenly and deeply blocked it at the entrance to 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, unable to grasp the situation clearly. Just as I felt I was about to catch 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 floating and drifting in the clouds, unanchored, as if wanting to die, yet also as if ascending to heaven.
No one knows how much time had passed before I suddenly felt both the upper and lower holes become empty all at once, and my consciousness likewise became empty all at once, as if even my soul had been drained out. Then a pair of strong hands wrapped around my waist and flipped me over, turning me into a doggy-style position. I was still in a daze when, front and back, my little mouth and my slutty pussy were once again stuffed full, and a new round of impact began.
At this moment, I felt my little mouth fill with a familiar sensation and taste. I finally realized it was my husband fucking my little mouth. 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 he ejaculates too easily, he's afraid fucking the little slut won't satisfy the baby.
Actually, he clearly knew that I am the kind of person who is especially sensitive. Often, just a few gentle touches from my husband would bring me to climax, and my orgasms would come one after another, so there was no need to worry at all that I couldn't climax.
I know my husband loves it when I suck him, and then he loves having me 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 was dirty, nor do I find it fishy.
And my husband is very bad. Sometimes he deliberately doesn't wash down there before meeting, letting me suck directly. That moment indeed has a very strong smell, but the moment I think this is my husband's big dick, my husband's smell, I don't have any feeling of disgust at all. Really, just now sucking H's big dick, even though it was just washed, I still felt somewhat unaccustomed to that smell at first. But no matter how strong my husband's smell is, I'm not disgusted, I even enjoy it. I don't know why. And I like eating 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 started actively sucking it. Previously, H had been thrusting in my mouth; now I wanted to actively serve my husband, to make him as comfortable as before. I was still a bit afraid my husband would settle accounts later, blaming 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, was shiny and bright. The little slit on the glans seemed slightly parted, looking fierce.
I somewhat guiltily swallowed the glans that was fiercely facing me into my small mouth in one gulp, using all my oral skills to please and serve it. My husband once praised me as a top graduate from the Central Conservatory of Music's classical instrument performance major. Actually, I know 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 he half-jokingly asks me if I'm professionally trained, meaning if I've worked as a prostitute.
Of course, during these years of being together, my husband has gradually come to understand my past. He knows I am a woman of integrity, having gone through one failed marriage and having had a few men since, and that I've never been conservative about sex, always able to open up and enjoy the pleasures of lovemaking. But I've never fooled around recklessly.
Getting further off track. Perhaps all women have an instinct to justify themselves. Let's return to the present.
I devoted myself wholeheartedly to sucking my husband's big cock, serving him comfortably.
Husband started by kneeling in front of my head for me to suck. Later, probably tired, he sat on the bed, then later lay on his back, legs spread wide open. I bent down hard, holding husband's thick, hard big dick, licking from just above the anus bit by bit up to the glans, then from the glans bit by bit down, taking husband's two balls into my mouth.
Holding it in her mouth and moving it gently, her husband felt so comfortable that he made hissing sounds with his mouth, occasionally humming a few times. I knew my husband was enjoying himself very much.
My current posture, with my upper body bent very low and kneeling on the bed, made my buttocks stick up even higher. By the way, let me introduce myself: I am a petite woman, relatively short even among women, and quite plump.
Her breasts are neither big nor small, and because she has never breastfed, they have always stood firm; her butt is plump, the type her husband likes,
My thighs are very firm. Sometimes when my husband fingers me down there, I clamp my legs together and it hurts him enough to make him cry out.
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 picturesque features like a doll. Even now 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 not the seductive type, I'm still a likable and enduringly attractive woman. As my husband says, at first sight, he wants to hold me in his hands, embrace me, and cherish me like a little baby. My nickname 'My Baby' was given to me by my husband this way.
Now it's my petite, curvy body, with a plump, fair, and tender buttocks raised high. I believe H, having known me for so many years, could never imagine me having such an image, such a lewd appearance.
I could clearly feel H behind me, holding onto my plump buttocks, thrusting more and more violently without any regard for gentleness, occasionally using his large hands to slap my fair, tender, plump buttocks hard, making loud slapping sounds. I didn't know if other rooms could hear, but I couldn't care about that anymore.
The numb, tingling sensation from the spanking on my buttocks spread throughout my body, making my whole body feel that same numb, tingling sensation, like an electric shock. In my daze, I forgot to suck on my husband's big cock. Sensing my neglect, my husband...
He got up again on his knees, grabbed my hair, pressed my head down, and started thrusting fiercely into 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.
From the beginning until now, I have already been violently thrust by these two men for nearly two hours straight, and I feel like my body is about to fall apart, my soul is about to melt.
Just as I was on the verge of ecstasy, I heard my husband's familiar low groan. I knew he was about to cum. I gathered my energy and diligently sucked on his big cock. Suddenly, bursts of intense hot fluid shot deep into my mouth. I greedily wrapped my lips around it, sucking every last drop of my husband's hot, jelly-like, milky-tasting semen into my mouth. I held his big cock motionless in my mouth, slowly swallowing his essence.
Suddenly, I heard H behind me also let out a roar. After a fierce impact, a surge 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 their hot semen inside me one after the other, releasing a strong, obscene scent that instantly stimulated my body and soul. I let out an almost neurotic moan, collapsing onto the bed in a convulsive shudder...
I collapsed onto the bed, my body limp and weak, spasming 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 they felt very distant from me.
My chest was still heaving rapidly, my breathing remained hurried, and a warm substance slowly flowed out from my lower body, sliding down my thighs. But I didn't want to move or clean it up.
I tried 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? These two men are both very close to me; how will I face them in the future? And will X know about this? If so, how will I face her? I thought a lot but couldn't make sense of anything.
"Slut, now that you've been fucked good, you don't care about your man anymore? Did I fuck you to death?"
A familiar voice and a familiar tone entered my ears. Of course, this was my brother, my husband, my master. We had had this kind of conversation and this kind of game many times before. At this moment, my husband was my master, and I was my husband’s little sex slave.
It was almost a reflex; I immediately scrambled up, crouching like a little bitch, and answered in a low voice: 'Master.'
"Slut, hurry and crawl over here and clean the master!"
Husband's voice was full of authority. Hearing it filled me with deep pleasure from within.
For years, my husband has trained me like this, and I know that at times like this, rather than punishing me, he is rewarding me, rewarding me with endless stimulation and orgasmic pleasure. I feel as if my whole body has been electrified, and in an instant I fall into a frenzy. I know that my husband, my master, is going to give me so, so much sexual happiness again.
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 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 wasn't afraid of my husband at all. The more it was like this, the less I feared him. Maybe physically my husband would really torment me harshly, and might even cause me physical pain, but I knew he truly cherished me and would absolutely never really hurt me. Everything my husband did was so that the two of us, from body to soul, could thoroughly and fully enjoy the pleasure of sex.
Of course, I will also obediently comply with my husband, because my thoughts are the same as his. But I've read some BDSM novels that portray women as mindless, soulless puppets, which is purely men's one-sided fantasy from their own perspective. Anyway, we're not like that. The process of being trained by my husband is actually part of our lovemaking, something we both participate in and enjoy together.
“Master, let the little bitch-dog lick your big dick.”
I begged with the most vulgar and lewd language, which was also a long-standing tacit understanding between us, something my husband loved to hear the most. As I spoke so shamelessly, waves of numbness surged through my vagina, and I was utterly intoxicated by my own depravity in front of my husband.
Then, with both hands, I carefully cradled my husband's half-hard, half-soft cock, as if holding my most beloved treasure, lowered my head, opened my small mouth, and gently took it in.
“Damn, this is so fucking lewd, big bro, you really know how to enjoy yourself!”
The sudden sound made my body jolt violently, and my husband's not-so-hard cock slipped out of my slightly parted mouth. Oh my god, I just remembered H was still beside me. I was really a bit dazed earlier, forgetting 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.
"Nasty husband, I haven't been fucked by a thousand men or poked by ten thousand men..."
I couldn't help but retort, though my voice grew softer and softer, becoming almost inaudible by the end.
When my husband was training me, he once made me describe being fucked by many men at the same time, and also made me play the role of a prostitute. I didn't resist my husband calling me that. But now H is right beside me. Even though H just fucked me too, I still can't accept losing face like this in front of H. It's too lowly and lewd. And what if H really believes these words? That would be too embarrassing, couldn't wash it clean even jumping into the Yellow River. 'Slut, just got fucked hard by two big dicks, moaning so lewdly, and still saying no!' 'Stinky husband, baby didn't, just didn't.' I still wanted to argue a bit more.
"Slut, you still dare talk back. Brother, was fucking my baby’s little wet pussy just now comfortable?"
"Comfortable, too comfortable, Xiaomeng's pussy is so tight, so comfortable."
H's voice sounded particularly lewd and lascivious to my ears. However, he wasn't used to calling me 'baby' yet, so he used my real name.
“Brother, the baby’s slutty pussy moves on its own; it contracts and exercises every day, and I never let work get in the way. Of course it’s tight. You little bitch, let H-gege enjoy the way your little slutty pussy contracts.” “Bad husband, I won’t!”
My stinky 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 patent. My stinky husband actually wants to give it to another man so generously, stinky husband. 'Oh, the little slut has a new man and doesn't listen to her master anymore. Don't you want your master's big cock to fuck you?' My husband's words were more of a temptation than a threat.
“Yes, yes, yes, baby wants husband’s big dick to fuck her, baby will listen to the master.” I hurriedly confessed to my husband.
"Tell me properly, what are you?"
"The baby is a little slut, a rotten little cunt, a little bitch, a little bitch dog. The baby is the master's little sex slave." It was over; I had said these words thousands upon thousands of times, and once I started I couldn't stop.
"Are you a cheap little slut who gets fucked by a thousand people and poked by ten thousand?"
"Yes." I no longer want to persist.
“Say it clearly, what are you?”
"The baby is a little slut, a rotten little cunt, a little bitch, a little bitch dog, who has been fucked by a thousand men and poked by ten thousand men. The baby is the master's little sex slave."
“Now show us your rotten cunt that’s been fucked by a thousand men and poked by ten thousand.”
"Husband... mm..."
I had just shown a hint of a refusing tone when I heard my husband grunt, swallowing the sound that hadn't yet been uttered, a weak, "Master..."
"Hurry up!"
I sighed inwardly, it seemed today my husband wanted Baby to completely indulge and degenerate once. As long as my husband is willing, Baby will listen to everything my husband says, Baby is my husband's little sex slave, Baby really wants to be a good little sex slave for my husband.
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, that he loved my chubby little belly, that it felt great pressed against it.
From the lower abdomen down, it was white and clean with no pubic hair. I’m actually not a fully shaved white tiger, but my husband likes it, so today before he came I specially shaved my pubic hair completely clean. Normally my pubic hair is neither thick nor sparse, forming an inverted triangle. My vagina was described by my husband as a steamed bun pussy, with fleshy bulges and a thin slit in the middle, but because it had just undergone the fierce thrusting of two big flesh cocks, the usually tightly closed slit of flesh had split open, and the labia were also swollen and shiny, though one side was more plump and the other somewhat thinner.
Some white, glistening liquid was still seeping out from inside the vagina. I didn't know if it was H's semen or my own love juices, but it definitely wasn't my husband's semen, because his is especially thick, and he just came in my mouth and I swallowed it. 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 smelly husband wants to thoroughly humiliate me. I no longer wish to resist; I have understood my husband's intentions. I like to cater to his thoughts, and he likes me just as much.
I used my hands to spread apart the two fleshy folds of the vagina, revealing the small opening still holding a pool of lustful fluid. Although it had just endured the earlier thrusting, the opening remained narrow and tiny—this was my pride, and my husband's pride as well. I guess my husband's decision to share his most cherished woman with someone else today might also stem from a desire to show off. He often says that such a wonderful baby, such a wonderful pussy, would be such a waste not to let others have a taste.
Following my husband's request, I contracted the little hole again and again, 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 two big meat sticks already raging with anger. I curiously compared the two big-headed sticks. My husband's big meat stick is longer and thinner, while H's is shorter and thicker. But the most special thing about my husband's meat stick is that the glans is particularly large, like a big mushroom, its diameter far exceeding the shaft below. There's a very distinct coronal ridge below the glans. Every time it sinks into my flesh slit, it feels like it's stuck inside, especially when pulling out; it scrapes against my tender flesh, making my whole body tingle.
Looking at the two large cocks in front of me, a strange feeling slowly surged throughout my body. A kind of desire began to grow uncontrollably; I really 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 wanton woman, a whore. I satisfied the two men before me again and again, no matter what they asked for. 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 the slightest regret; I wanted to squeeze these two men dry, utterly spent.
I really don't remember how many times I climaxed, nor do I remember how many times these two men came, but it was far fewer than the number of my orgasms. I've said before that I'm naturally more sensitive than others; my orgasms come very quickly, and I can climax again and again.
My body was covered in sticky fluids—sweat from several people, my own juices, and semen from two men. I never again swallowed the semen they ejaculated, 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 taken by my husband, and he hoped that swallowing semen would be his exclusive privilege and patent. Although I was very wild at the time, I still had a subconscious 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. This was my wildest sexual experience, and also the most enjoyable one. 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, he asked, 'Baby, do you like it?'
I replied, "As long as my husband likes it, baby is willing to do everything for my husband. Baby will always belong to my husband. 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 my husband understands what I mean. My husband 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.
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