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Easy to read page and other stories:
https://easternerotica.com/articles/2026-05-19-52-seducing-my-beautiful-sister-on-the-family-vacation

Story begins.

**Zichen: 24 years old – My Sister**
**Jake: 20 years old – Me**

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Before the story begins, I want to ask you all a few questions to ponder.

First, do you share a common thought? Perhaps you never had an older brother or sister, yet you secretly wished for one to take care of you. Or perhaps you never had younger siblings, but you longed for a little brother or sister to boss around.

My answer is this: "I have an older sister. Since we were children, she has loved to bully me, treating me like her personal servant. I used to loathe her; I always wished for a younger sibling instead of her."

Second, when you hear the word 'sister,' what is the first thing that comes to mind?

My answer: "To me, 'sister' brings to mind a shrew or a tomboy."

To the elders, my sister was always seen as a beautiful, elegant young lady. But to me, her younger brother, she was a girl with zero grace—crude and unrefined. What the world saw was a far cry from the truth. For instance, we shared a room for over a decade until she started high school and we finally got our own spaces. Back then, whenever she came home, she would toss her clothes everywhere. Her bed was a chaotic mess of dolls, manga, and dirty laundry. I remember once, when my clothes accidentally ended up on her bed, she saw them and, without a word, tossed them onto the floor. It infuriated me; I called her a "stupid bitch," and in return, she gave me a brutal beating.

Six or seven years have passed since then. Now, I am a student at a sports university and a member of the varsity basketball team. My daily routine is dominated by physical conditioning. Back in the day, I lost every fight we ever had, but things are different now. Since she moved into her own room in high school, we haven't had much chance to clash, but she still loves to pull rank on me. Her shouting matches are so loud the neighbors can hear them. There have been times when, the day after a fight, a neighbor would ask, "Jake, did your sister yell at you again?" So, you can see why the word 'sister' makes me think of a shrew or a tomboy.

Because of this, I used to wish for a younger sibling rather than such an annoying sister.

My sister’s name is Zichen. She is twenty-four. After graduating university two years ago, she started working as a beauty consultant at a high-end department store.

If we set aside my personal bias, Zichen is, quite frankly, a stunner. She has porcelain skin, large, expressive eyes, and a slender, lithe figure—standing 165cm and weighing only 46kg. From my memory, she has always been surrounded by admirers. In middle school, boys would sneak love letters to her, including a few delinquent seniors. In high school, she supposedly had "breakfast deliveries" every day or was constantly invited to study sessions on the weekends. By university, it became even more intense; she even worked as a part-time model for online shops and advertisements. To a brother like me, how could anyone believe that? At home, she was messy and loud as a shrew—how could anyone want to model her? Yet, looking at the photographs, there was no denying it. The woman in those photos was indeed my sister—the shrew, the tomboy, Zichen.

To make matters worse, my best friends always loved coming to our house just to catch a glimpse of her. Their favorite lines were: "Jake, man, you're so lucky to have such a beautiful sister!" or "Your sister must be so kind to you; she looks so elegant and lovely." I often wished there was a way to broadcast the truth to them: "You're all wrong! She's not a goddess; she's just an annoying sister who loves picking on her brother."

Then came the company trip organized by my father's firm. It was an all-expenses-paid vacation for high-level executives and their families. Our family of four—Dad, Mom, Zichen, and me—joined the group, along with various aunts and uncles. In these social gatherings, the compliments were endless: "Manager Lin, your daughter is so lovely and poised!" or "Zichen, you're so beautiful, why don't you marry into our family?" Hearing this made me want to faint. How could they see her this way when even her own brother couldn't? For this trip, the rooms were assigned in pairs. My parents took one room, leaving Zichen and me to share the other.

Once we checked into the hotel, we had a free afternoon to enjoy the amenities. Our window looked out over a pristine white sand beach where palm trees swayed invitingly in the breeze. Seeing the view, Zichen said, "Hey, let's go find the other kids and play on the beach later." Just as I agreed, she didn't even bother to give me a heads-up before she started changing right in front of me. She pulled her top off, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.

"Sis! What are you doing?!" I yelped in surprise.

Zichen looked at me with a puzzled expression. "We're going to the beach, aren't we? I'm changing!"

"I know you're changing, but we're in a room! At least give a guy a warning!"

"Do I really need to report to you every time I change?" she snapped back.

"That's not what I mean! I mean there's a man in the room! You're just stripping like that?"

She gave a cold smirk. "You're my brother. It's not like you haven't seen me before. We slept in the same room for years."

She was so unapologetic that I didn't know how to respond. "Just hurry up and change," she added. "I can't wait to get to the water."

After changing, we joined the other young people and children at the beach for a water fight. Zichen wore a tight white top and a tiny denim skirt. Her long, shapely legs were showcased by the short skirt, making the men around us drool. Throughout the game, it was obvious that every man—aside from me—was targeting her with water. It was infuriating to watch them flirt with her right in front of my face. One guy, David, was the son of one of my father's colleagues of twenty years. We grew up together, but he was always the "golden boy" with perfect grades, which always made me feel a bit competitive.

This "good boy" clearly had a crush on my sister. During the game, he even boldly scooped her up and tossed her into the water. Watching them tease her, I wasn't even angry; it was just funny. This annoying sister was being treated like a precious treasure by everyone else.

After the beach, we went to grab drinks and ice cream. As we were about to sit down, a few of the younger kids sat first, but David and the other young men lingered. I was about to call them over when it clicked: they were waiting for Zichen to sit so they could choose the seats next to her. Sure enough, David clung to her side, successfully securing a spot right beside her. They chatted away, looking perfectly happy, while I ended up sitting with a group of elementary schoolers. One little boy even sighed, "I wanted to sit with Sister Zichen, but they stole her!"

"Yeah, me too!" another chimed in.

"Sister Zichen is so pretty. I want to be just like her when I grow up," a third added.

Listening to their innocent chatter, I nearly groaned. *Sister, you're a great actress,* I thought.

Then, my eyes drifted to the next table to watch the men try to charm her. They kept her laughing with their jokes, but David, sitting right next to her, had his eyes glued to her chest. He would catch the eyes of the other men, subtly nodding toward her cleavage. She was surrounded by a pack of wolves, yet she remained blissfully unaware, laughing and chatting away. But honestly, with her D-cup breasts peeking through her top, if she weren't my sister, even I wouldn't be able to look away.

Back in the room, Zichen went into the bathroom first. To my surprise, the bathroom door was made of transparent glass. When she realized this, she called out, "Wh... what is this? Hey, brat, don't you dare peek while I'm bathing!"

I teased her, "Relax, I'm not like David. I'm not interested."

As soon as the words left my mouth, she threw a playful punch at me. "You tomboy!" I laughed. "I really don't get how people like you so much."

She just laughed and stepped into the shower.

From my vantage point, the view was incredibly clear. She had a slender, elegant frame, about 165cm tall, with chestnut-brown hair. She had beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows, large eyes, and a soft, rounded mouth with delicate lips. Her breasts were large and firm, her waist was narrow, and her long legs were tanned a beautiful bronze from the sun. Seeing her like this, the reason men were obsessed became crystal clear. If she were just a stranger on the street, even I would have stared. With her looks, the line of men wanting to sleep with her would stretch for miles. It was only because I had seen her every day since childhood that she felt "ordinary" to me.

When she finished, she called out, "Jake, grab the soothing cream from my bag. The sun really burned me today."

I rummaged through her bag and handed it to her. "Help me put it on my back," she requested.

She turned around and lay face down on the bed, unhooking her bra so her entire back was bare. Normally, I would have complained about having to do such a task, but after today’s events, I finally understood the allure. I averted my eyes and shuffled toward the bed. As she lay there watching TV, her milky-white, glowing thighs were inches away from me. Unable to help myself, I pretended to be casual and rested my hand on her thigh. It was incredibly soft, yet firm and elastic—skin like fine jade. Suddenly, she shifted her legs, and my hand was caught between her two mesmerizing thighs like a piece of meat in a sandwich.

My breath hitched. My palm felt the warmth radiating from her skin. *If only this hand were my cock,* I thought wildly. My mind was racing, but my hand stayed perfectly still, terrified that even the slightest tremble would startle her.

Zichen turned to look at me. "Jake, that tickles! Hurry up and rub it in."

I pretended to be nonchalant as I applied the cream. Her legs were on full display, and it was impossible not to let one's eyes wander up the curve of her thighs toward her groin. The sight of that tantalizing area made my heart race and the rod in my trousers pulse with life.

I finished quickly, wanting to retreat to the bathroom to handle my arousal, but the glass door made that difficult. As I stood there, struggling with my swollen, aching member, Zichen suddenly gasped. "Ah... Jake... are you... do you have a reaction?"

She was looking at me with a half-smirk, half-teasing gaze. Blushing, I stammered, "S-sorry..."

"I'm your sister, you know," she teased. "Don't go thinking such dirty thoughts."

"I wasn't!"

"Oh, please. That's all men think about."

"Think about what?"

"How to charm a woman into bed so you can... become one with her," she said playfully.

"Oh? Being 'one' just means being joined at the head or back. What's so great about that?"

"Stop playing dumb," she countered. "You... you want to..."

Emboldened, I challenged her, "Yeah, so what if I do? Are you going to let me?"

Zichen froze for a second, then shot back defiantly, "Bring it on. I don't believe you'd dare."

In that moment, fueled by the tension in the air, I actually reached out and grabbed her. She hadn't expected me to be so bold. "Ah! I was joking!" she squealed. "Jake, what are you doing?"

My expression was dead serious. "Sis... I'm not joking."

"But... we're siblings! It was just a joke!"

"Just once," I pleaded. "You're the one who made me react like this."

She resisted at first, but after my repeated begging, we reached a compromise: she wouldn't let me enter her, but she would perform oral sex on me.

To be honest, a part of me was driven by a primal, almost selfish desire. Men always fantasize about sleeping with flight attendants, shop assistants, or models. My sister fit all those descriptions. As a sports student with high stamina and a bit of a wandering eye, the idea of "conquering" her felt like adding two rare trophies to my collection: the shop girl and the model. So, with a hardened heart, I decided to make the most of these few days.

When she agreed to use her mouth, my heart hammered against my ribs. My face was surely crimson. Standing before her, I stripped off my trousers, only to find that my cock was already rock-hard and straining.

Zichen actually knelt before me. Driven by urgency, I reached down, guided her head, and pressed my hard length into her mouth. "Mmph... slow down... mmph..." she muffled.

We cast aside the shackles of morality. Zichen didn't reject me; she took me deep, her mouth swirling around my shaft in a rhythmic, sucking motion.

The mental thrill of her performing for me was far greater than the physical sensation. Seeing my rough, masculine organ held within my beautiful sister's red, soft lips gave me an overwhelming sense of conquest. My cock grew even harder, to the point where I feared I might erupt prematurely.

"Oh... oh god..." The sensation was unlike anything else—a strange, wonderful euphoria.

Her tongue danced around my tip, making the head of my cock itch with pleasure, causing it to twitch rhythmically. My hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting upward to meet the onslaught of her tongue. I felt more pre-cum leaking out, and she sucked it up greedily, as if she were sipping a delicious drink.

After what felt like an eternity of her tongue working its magic, she finally looked up. Her lips were glistening with my fluids, a stray drop of semen even touched the tip of her nose, and a single stray hair was caught at the corner of her mouth.

"Sis... that was amazing... how are you so good at that?"

I felt incredibly high, incredibly happy. Then, a wave of intense sensation swept through my body, and a hot jet of semen erupted from me. I held her head close, my cock throbbing as it pumped the essence of my climax into her.

"Ah... mmph... *cough, cough!*"

She choked slightly as the warm liquid filled her mouth. When I finally pulled out, semen was smeared across her beautiful face. My lust was reignited, more intense than before. My heart was pounding in my throat, and a sense of euphoria washed over me. I wanted to plunge into her; the world around us had ceased to exist.

Just as I was about to move in for more, a knock came at the door. We both jumped. Luckily, she hadn't fully undressed yet. She quickly spat the excess semen onto a tissue, and I bolted into the bathroom to wash up. When I emerged, it turned out the visitors were the group of young men from earlier, bringing us late-night snacks. Watching them chat happily with her, I couldn't help but smirk internally. *You guys are feeding her snacks, but your "goddess" just finished eating my cock.*

The next day, after a full day of activities, the young crowd went to a bar. When we returned to the room, I lay on the bed, feeling the buzz of the alcohol. Zichen noticed me staring at her. She tossed her small bag onto a chair and snapped, "What are you looking at? Keep staring and I'll poke your eyes out!"

I sat up on the edge of the bed and patted the space beside me. "Sis, come sit here."

She sat down beside me, and I immediately wrapped my arm around her waist, pressing my lips to the crook of her neck. She giggled and tried to squirm away. "What, are you shy?" I teased.

I pulled her closer, whispering in her ear, "Close your eyes. Just pretend I'm your boyfriend, and you won't feel so shy."

As I spoke, I slid my hand up, cupping her breast through her clothes. The sheer fullness of her was staggering; her breasts were so lush and heavy that my hand could barely contain them. The sensation sent a jolt of arousal through me. As I moved to caress her more deeply, she tried to dodge again. "Jake... no..."

I was becoming impatient. "You already gave me oral yesterday," I said, my voice dropping. "Why not this time?"

Naturally, I stood before her and stripped naked, leaving nothing between us. "Sis, do it again," I commanded.

She reached out with her slender hands and gripped my cock. She began to lick me as if she were tasting ice cream. The sensation was indescribable. After she had teased me with her mouth, my goal was to finally sink into her. After a few more licks, I pulled away and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were still wet with my pre-cum. She tried to turn her face away in embarrassment, but I caught her chin. "Feeling shy now?"

She whispered, "Don't kiss me..." but as I moved to kiss her earlobe, she finally relented, closing her eyes and letting my lips and tongue wander over her skin.

As we kissed, my hand slid down her smooth back, moving toward her breasts. They were magnificent—firm, round, and incredibly soft. I pulled her clothes off, eager to admire the ivory perfection of her body. My fingers teased one pink nipple while my mouth took the other. Her breathing grew ragged, and her hands gripped my shoulders.

My hand slid down her flat, smooth stomach, diving between her thighs to find her clitoris, hidden amidst her soft hair. Zichen's breathing turned into frantic gasps. As I worked her, I used the motion of kissing her belly to slide her skirt off. Exposed and vulnerable, she instinctively squeezed her legs together, but I gently pried them apart, revealing her tight, delicate folds.

When my tongue first touched her, she let out a sharp cry, her body twisting beneath me. She didn't know whether to push my head away or pull me closer. I didn't care; I gripped her thighs and buried my face in her heat, lapping and sucking until the salty, sweet nectar of her arousal flowed into my mouth.

Using my fingers, I began to play with her. I slid a middle finger inside, hooking against the tender walls of her vagina, and then added my index finger, moving in a rhythmic, driving motion. Zichen moaned loudly, her hands alternating between gripping my arms and clutching the bedsheets. Her hips rose to meet my rhythm, the sound of wet, squelching friction filling the air.

Seeing her lost in ecstasy, I increased the pace. Suddenly, her vaginal muscles began to spasm, pulsing around my fingers as if trying to suck them in. She was crying out, her hands pulling my body closer to hers. It was time.

I withdrew my fingers and quickly put on a condom. Zichen lay there, her body writhing in anticipation, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. I knelt between her legs, found her entrance, and guided my erect cock to the opening, pushing in inch by inch.

As I entered, her expression shifted from strained endurance to pure, unadulterated bliss. Her eyes flew open, and a long, soulful "Ahhh..." escaped her throat. Once she was fully wrapped in my warmth, I began a slow, powerful thrusting motion.

To be honest, she wasn't as tight as I had imagined, but her reaction was far more intense. After just a few thrusts, her fingernails were digging into my back. "Slow down... don't scratch me!" I panted, though her cries only grew more uninhibited.

After a while, I flipped her over to take her in the doggy style position. Zichen arched her back, her pale, beautiful buttocks high in the air, as she cried out with every heavy impact of my cock. Seeing such a beautiful girl acting so lewdly before me—and knowing she was my own sister—sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins. The sheer taboo of it made me lose control, and a massive load of semen erupted from me. I held her hips firmly, pressing into her until the very last drop was spent.

As the passion ebbed, the old sibling modesty returned. Zichen quickly pulled the sheet over herself.

"How was it?" I whispered, leaning close.

She turned her face to the wall and gave a small, silent smile. I stroked her arm. "Just you wait. There's more to come."

She turned back to look at me, a playful glint in her eyes. "Jake... have you forgotten we're siblings?" Then she turned away again.

I took a moment to breathe and relax, turning my attention to the TV. In my experience, trying to go again too quickly can ruin the mood. It's better to rest, chat, and let the tension build back up.

After about twenty minutes of quiet conversation, I decided it was time. "Sis, let me give you a massage," I suggested.

She obediently rolled over, exposing her entire back. I straddled her, kneading the muscles of her neck and spine, until my hands eventually found their way back to her crotch. I massaged her still-damp folds before sliding my hand between her breasts and the mattress, teasing her until she began to writhe. I flipped her onto her back, one hand continuing to work her clitoris while the other brought my re-erected cock to her lips.

Zichen clearly loved the attention; her body arched wildly, her moans and the strength of her grip on my arms telling me she was in heaven. Once again, my cock slid deep into her heat.

"Ah... haaa... slow... slow down, Jake..." she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, though she didn't stop squeezing my cock with her internal muscles.

In a moment of intense friction, she opened her eyes, her gaze hazy and unfocused. "Jake... are you... wearing a condom? What if..."

Looking at her flushed, beautiful, and anxious face, my voice grew husky. "Don't worry, sis... it's on."

Relieved, she wrapped her long, elegant legs around my waist, rubbing her thighs against my buttocks, urging me to go harder.

"Oh god... you're so tight... you're so hot inside..."

I increased my speed, thrusting so deep that I felt like I was hitting her cervix, creating a loud, wet slapping sound with every stroke. I propped myself up on my hands, using a powerful, piston-like motion. This allowed me the most leverage and depth. In this state, Zichen completely lost herself. She forgot about morality, she forgot about being a sister—she was nothing but a creature of pure, unbridled sensation.

After a few minutes of intense thrusting, she sat up and climbed on top of me, taking control in a cowgirl position. She was impatient, wrapping her arms around my neck and grinding her hips frantically. Her head was thrown back, her cries echoing in the room. While the sensation wasn't as deep as when she was on the bottom, watching her lose herself so completely was incredibly erotic.

I watched her smooth back and her beautiful, flushed face. In that moment, I truly understood why men were so obsessed with her. As she continued to grind against me, the pressure on the base of my cock became almost painful.

It was time for the finale. I pushed her back down onto the bed. Her hair was a mess across her face, her lips were parted, and her eyes were half-closed—she looked devastatingly sexy. As the pace accelerated, I feared her loud cries might wake the neighbors, so I pushed for a rapid finish.

The battle reached a fever pitch. Her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. She thought she was safe behind the latex, but the beast inside me was becoming uncontrollable. The urge to feel her raw, warm walls was like an electric current hitting my brain.

As she lay there, panting and lost in her own world, I took a chance. While one hand held her waist, the other slipped down to the point of our union. In that slick, wet crevice, my fingers found the edge of the condom. With the skill of a thief, I deftly peeled it off.

"Mmph...?" Zichen felt a momentary sensation of emptiness, but before she could process it, a much harder thrust filled her back up. She thought it was just the change in rhythm and began to move her hips even more vigorously. "Ahhh... so deep, Jake... so deep!"

She had no idea! She was now experiencing the raw, primal friction of skin against skin!

Without the barrier of the latex, the heat, the tightness, and the suction were explosive! My head slammed against her tender vaginal walls, feeling every single ridge and fold. My sanity shattered.

"Ohhh! Sis... Zichen!"

I let out a low, animalistic growl, my thrusts turning into a frenzied, rapid-fire assault. Every impact made a heavy, meaty *thwack*. Zichen was tossed around the bed by the force of it. Her vagina, now unhindered, felt even wetter and more voracious, as if she were trying to swallow my entire length.

"Ah! Ah! It's too fast... Jake... I'm going to break... ahhh!" She completely collapsed, her eyes rolling back as her thighs convulsed in a massive orgasm.

The final surge hit me. I gripped her narrow waist and lifted her legs high, allowing me to drive as deep as humanly possible.

"Sis! I'm coming! I'm going to come inside you!"

"Do it... shoot it all inside... give it all to me... ahhh!" she screamed, her fingers clawing at my back.

With a final, desperate series of lunges, my body went rigid. A massive, hot torrent of semen erupted, shooting directly against her cervix without anything to stop it! The sensation of the direct, rhythmic pulsing was overwhelming, making me feel as though we were truly becoming one. I could feel her vaginal walls spasming in a rhythmic grip, trying to suck every last drop of my essence into her.

"Ohhhhh...!"

I gasped for air, feeling the warmth spreading deep inside her. Zichen lay limp on the pillow, her eyes glassy and a satisfied smile playing on her lips, looking as though she had been completely drained of her soul.

This was true conquest. This was my perfect sister.

"Sis," I whispered, "can we sleep in the same bed tonight?"

To my surprise, after the act, I found myself truly falling for her.

Zichen teased, "You naughty little brother. You never act this sweet, yet here you are, wanting to cuddle."

"Well," I replied, "I never thought my future children would start their lives inside my sister's body, did you?"

That night, we naturally shared the bed and had sex a few more times, though she insisted on using condoms for those rounds. The next morning, we slept late. When our parents knocked on the door, we scrambled to get dressed in a panic. When they walked in, my dad remarked, "Strange, why does it smell so... musky in here?"

In the chaos, a used condom had fallen to the floor. As my parents weren't looking, I quickly kicked it under the bed.

"See?" I whispered to Zichen. "I told you we should have gone without the condom once. We almost got caught!"

From that day on, the "shrew" was gone. To me, she was a tender, enchanting, and beautiful woman. I no longer wished for younger siblings; the current arrangement was perfect. I had a sister who could be my confidante, and a woman who was mine to worship and conquer.

Once, after a session, I dared to ask her how many men she had been with. Her answer shocked me. "I don't really know," she said nonchalantly.

"How can you not know?"

Zichen shrugged, looking quite proud. "Well, when I was modeling, it was part of the job. Directors, clients... how could I keep track of every single time?"

It was a revelation. The girl the world saw as pure and sweet was, in private, far more complex. It explained why she didn't feel as tight as a virgin when we first joined. And back home, when chatting with my best friends, I had a new secret to boast about: "Man, you wouldn't believe it... I've slept with a shop assistant and a professional model."

They had no idea they were talking about my sister.

The easier to read page on the website:
https://easternerotica.com/articles/2026-05-15-25-wrong-room-wrong-bed

Story begins:

A young, lithe body straddled me, her kisses passionate and frantic. Even in the pitch-black room, my eyes, long accustomed to the dark, could clearly see the exquisite shifts in her expression as my cock rhythmically worked inside her. I lowered my head to lick at the soft, white peaks of her breasts, increasing the speed of my thrusts.
"How is it? Does it feel good?" As the words left my lips, I took her bouncing nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking them with fervor. "Mmm... it's wonderful... oh... ah... mmm..." Seeing her brow furrow and her lips tighten as she groaned in pleasure, I couldn't help but lift her body, laying her flat on the bed. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and began to fuck her wildly.
With every deep, rapid thrust, my head began to swim from the violent motion of our bodies. Reaching for the beer on the nightstand, I gulped it down; the sudden chill helped clear my head. "Mmm... I want some too..." She snatched the beer from my hand, took two large gulps, and then carelessly poured the rest over her own body.
"Ohhh... this feels so good... mmm... let... let me do it..." She pushed me down onto the bed and began to ride me. I gripped her swaying waist with both hands, meeting her rhythm with energetic thrusts of my hips.
"Ah... I'm going... to... ahh... mmm..." Her movements suddenly turned frantic, and her hot, wet walls tightened convulsively around me. After a final burst of passion, she let out a soft moan and collapsed against me. But my lust was far from satiated; driven by pure carnal desire, I thrust upward again, driving into her damp depths stroke after stroke.
"Hey... wait a second... we've been at it so long, let me rest... if you want more, let's do it later, okay? Huff... huff..." Without waiting for an answer, she rolled off me and lay to the side, breathing heavily. My hands, however, remained restless, wandering over her skin as they waited for the next round of passion.
This girl was my girlfriend of over a year. We had just returned from a farewell party for a friend joining the military. Because all our friends were gathered, even she—who usually disliked alcohol—had made an exception and had a few drinks. As for me, if I hadn't insisted on walking her home, I likely wouldn't have made it back to my own bed tonight.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but she seemed unusually wanton today; the girl who was normally reserved was letting out constant, raucous cries. Perhaps it was also the alcohol, because I felt incredibly vigorous; we had been at it for nearly two hours, and though she had climaxed several times, the urge to ejaculate hadn't even touched me.
Under my touch, her breathing gradually leveled out. My heart racing with anticipation, I turned to pounce on her, only to find myself grasping at empty air. She had already rolled to the side, letting out tiny, sleepy murmurs. That damn woman—she had actually fallen asleep! I forcefully rolled her over, mounting her to kiss her body, teasing her nipples, and sliding my fingers into her still-slick heat. Despite my persistent ministrations, she didn't even let out a moan; she remained fast asleep.
"Damn it... you just enjoy yourself, don't you? You brat..." I knew the alcohol was to blame, but a surge of irritation flared in my chest.
In a huff, I turned on the TV and began chugging beer, one can after another. The unrestrained drinking soon left me feeling dizzy. "Damn... so sleepy..." Not even three minutes after lying down, the urge to urinate forced me to struggle upright. Sitting up wasn't too bad, but the moment I stood, the world spun violently. A headache and a wave of vertigo forced me back onto the bed. Shaking my head, I forced myself to stand and stumbled toward the bathroom.
After finally relieving myself, a stronger sensation hit me, and I lunged for the toilet. "Ugh... *gag*...!!" Weakly, I slumped beside the toilet and practically crawled my way out of the bathroom.
*This room? No... this is Mom's room. This one? Oh... Sister's. Right, this is it...* Fumbling in the dark, I climbed into the bed, pulled up the quilt, and rolled over to embrace my girlfriend, ready to sleep.
In a daze, a hand wandered along my thigh and found my cock, gently stroking it back and forth. Despite being hammered by intoxication and exhaustion, the organ that needed release stood erect instantly.
"Damn... you still... know how to... wake up... if you want to fuck... just do it yourself..." Though my eyes were nearly glued shut, the burning fire of lust was not extinguished by the cold beer. I reached out to find her, but my hand met empty air—until a warm, soft sensation suddenly enveloped my member.
"Oh... yes! That... feels so good..." I had to admit, my girlfriend's technique was even more skillful and intense than usual. Her soft, warm lips slid and teased along the shaft, moving slowly down toward my scrotum. She gripped my cock, stroking it while her tongue licked the underside of my balls. Then she moved to the head, circling the ridge with her tongue before continuing to kiss and lick the glans in rhythm with her hand.
"Oh... it's... too good..." I reached down to move her working hand aside, and she immediately understood, taking my cock deep into her throat and switching to a rhythmic, sucking motion. "Mmm... ah... oh..." Uncontrollable moans escaped my throat. Seeking even more pleasure, my hips thrust instinctively toward her mouth. Even though the alcohol made my head spin, my entire body was burning with feverish intensity.
"Let... let me... play with you too..." I pulled my "girlfriend" up and nuzzled into her chest. "Wait, why are you putting your clothes back on? Take them off!" I muttered before collapsing back onto the bed.
After a series of rustling sounds, a heated, naked body pressed against mine. Struggling to sit up, I wobbled between her legs and pressed my face to her slit, licking her gently. She shuddered, and a warm stream of moisture began to flow. As I slid my fingers into her vagina to move slowly inside her, my tongue worked incessantly against her protruding clitoris. Her hips arched in pleasure, and her juices flowed even more freely.
"Mmm... mmm... ah... ahhh..." Her moans spilled out just like her nectar.
Closing my eyes, I moved my head slowly upward, sliding over her abdomen, kissing her navel, and moving up to her breasts. Instead of pressing my face against them, I simply extended my tongue, first licking around the edges of her breasts before sliding over the nipples. I licked them back and forth, feeling them tighten and sensing her trembling pleasure.
Slowly, I withdrew my fingers from her heat. They were glistening with nectar, appearing to shine in the dark. I smeared the secretions over her turgid nipples and then lowered my head to suck them dry. "Ah... mmm..." Amidst her soft gasps, she reached out and gripped my penis, stroking it slowly. Not to be outdone, I grabbed both of her breasts, kneading them roughly as I leaned in to kiss her.
"So... so big... they're so big..." Usually, when we made love, I would flatter her by saying her breasts were huge, but this time was different. They were too large for me to cup with a single hand... *Had the alcohol made my sense of touch go haywire? How else could they have grown this much?* While lost in confusion, I slowly opened my eyes, squinting through the drunken haze at the woman before me.
"Why did you stop? Keep going..." As my "girlfriend" made her request, the darkness finally allowed me to see her face clearly. The intoxication vanished halfway in an instant. "Wh—! Sis!!"
The beautiful, naked body beside me wore a look of confusion. "Who else did you think it was?!" my sister snapped, looking annoyed.
"We... you... how did this happen... sorry!" I turned to bolt out of the room, but she grabbed me. "You're usually so fearless, sneaking your girlfriend home to fool around, not even being quiet enough so your sister doesn't hear and want you too. Now you're acting like a coward? I even gave it to you in my mouth, and you want to spit it out? What, am I not attractive enough...?"
As she spoke, her hand gripped my cock again. "Now you have two choices: one, get on top and fuck me... or two, lie down quietly and let me fuck you..." With that, she pressed me down onto the bed, guided my cock toward her soaking wet entrance, and sat down hard. "Oh... it works just as well as I imagined... ohhh..."
I was speechless with shock. My usually elegant sister was so lewd; she was riding her own younger brother like a bitch in heat, completely disregarding morality as she used my cock to satisfy her own lust.
As her passion intensified, my initial shock gave way to the sensation of her searing heat. Stimulated by the alcohol and her wanton behavior, I sat up and buried my face in her large breasts, taking one into my mouth.
"Sis, is this really okay...?"
"Are you afraid?"
"If I can fuck a beauty like you, I'd be willing to go to jail!"
"Stop being a smart-ass! You brat, how does my body feel?"
"I've never seen anyone so beautiful. Your breasts are so big, you're so tight... your curves are perfect..."
"Do you like it?"
"I love it!"
"Then why are you just staring? Work harder and fuck me! Come, from behind..." She stood up, presenting her large, white ass to my upright cock. Driven by her lewdness, my own arousal peaked. Without a second thought, I lined myself up and plunged deep into her overflowing heat.
"Ah... ohhh... brother... you're so amazing... oh... harder... mmm... ahhh!" Unlike normal sex, fucking my sister was uniquely stimulating. Even though, in this moment, I was treating her merely as a woman—as a slut—the taboo pleasure sent shocks through my heart.
"Sis, why didn't you just find me if you wanted to fuck? Isn't your boyfriend much bigger than me? Weren't you afraid of getting caught? Is it better with me? We're siblings, sis... is it okay for us to do this?" Each question was punctuated by a heavy thrust and her loud, rhythmic cries.
"Sis and... her boyfriend... broke up... Every time you brought a girl home... I knew... ohhh... ahh... I've wanted to do this with you for so long... but... ahhh... there was never a chance... mmm..."
I had no idea she felt this way. She usually acted indifferent toward me, yet here she was, moaning wildly beneath me.
"Sis, I'm close...!" Waves of pleasure crashed over me. The combination of the taboo, the intense desire, and the alcohol made it impossible to hold back much longer.
"Wait... wait a second..." Sensing the pulsing tension in my cock, she quickly pulled it out of her. I grabbed her head and thrust the cock into her mouth, fucking her with my hips. "Mmph... mmm..." She was incredibly cooperative, sucking and swirling her tongue. A moment later, as I pulled out, she swallowed the thick spurt of semen without hesitation.
After ejaculating, the dizziness returned tenfold. Between the hangover and the intense exertion, I collapsed onto the bed with a heavy thud. My head was spinning, my eyes wouldn't stay open, and my limbs felt heavy. Vaguely, all I could remember was being in my sister's room.
*I have to get back to my room, or my girlfriend will find out.* I struggled to crawl up. I thought I heard my sister calling me, but I was too tired to care. Stumbling and swaying, I made my way out of her room and practically rolled back into my own.
Not long after lying down, something furry began rubbing against my face. I forced my eyes open to see a woman's private parts, and someone was rhythmically sucking on my member. Had my girlfriend woken up and started teasing me? Was she so turned on by what she saw between me and my sister that she had come looking for me?
I extended my tongue to lick the erotic, musky organ before reaching down to grab her breasts. *Wait... this size... it's... Sister's!* I laughed at my own stupidity, lurching in a daze back toward my sister's room. "Ahhh..." Her oral skills were so incredible they brought me right back to life. As I slid my fingers into her, she became even more stimulated, sucking harder while her hands caressed my scrotum and anus.
Lost in a trance, I pulled my fingers out and lunged onto her, driving my cock straight into her honeyed depths and pounding her relentlessly. "Ohhh... ahhh... ahhh!" This was our second round of the night, and with all sense of morality gone, we engaged in a frantic, primal rhythm.
"*Splat... squelch... squelch...*" The sound of our wet connection was incredibly evocative. "Mmm... ahh... ohhh... ohhh..." Her seductive cries were even more arousية. Thinking about how we could feast on each other like this every night, I thrust even harder to please her.
My hands gripped her massive breasts tightly as my cock hammered into her, our bodies slick with sweat. "I can't...!!" Sister tried to push me away as she reached her limit, but I continued my frantic pounding. "Ahh!!!" We both cried out at the same time as my semen erupted deep inside her.
After an indeterminate amount of sleep, the headache finally subsided. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a pair of snowy, large breasts with small, adorable tan nipples. Remembering the passion of the night before, my cock surged to life again. I leaned in to lick her nipple while my hand wandered under the quilt to tease her delicious, soul-melting heat...
"You little brat, wanting to fuck again so early? I already let you come inside me last night!"
My tongue froze. My hand went stiff.
"No way... Mom... MOMMY!!!!!"

Better to read link: https://easternerotica.com/articles/2014-05-13-21-the-tutor-s-temptation

My name is Lily, a junior in the English department of my university. A year ago, through an introduction from a professor, I began working as an English tutor for the family of one of her old high school classmates. Looking back on the day of my interview, my initial impression of the family was quite positive. The parents were both highly educated intellectuals who co-managed a medium-sized enterprise; they were both incredibly polite and well-mannered. They candidly admitted that because of their heavy workloads, they often neglected their only son, Victor, and could only compensate him with material comforts. They also knew their son wasn't much of a scholar—he was all brawn and no brains, and his academics were a total mess. He had managed to scrape into a private high school after middle school through some connections, but after a semester, he was failing everything except physical education. Since they were planning to immigrate to Canada, they were worried his poor English would prevent him from adapting to life abroad, so they wanted a tutor to train his basic conversational skills. They didn't expect him to become a linguistic prodigy; their main goal was simply to have someone keep him focused on his studies so he wouldn't wander around and fall into bad company.
Hearing this relieved much of the pressure on me. Combined with the high salary they offered—thirty thousand a month for three hours of tutoring every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday—I readily accepted the job. Once the terms were settled, they introduced me to their son. To be honest, the moment we met, a hint of regret washed over me. The boy was built like a stallion; even though I am 168cm tall, he towered over me, reaching well above my chin. He must have been at least 185 or 186cm, which made it hard to believe he was only a high school freshman. What was truly difficult to endure was his messy hair, his vacant stare, and his mouth, which always seemed to hang slightly open, making him look almost dim-witted. But since I had already promised his parents, I braced myself and began my tutoring duties.
After only three weeks, a profound sense of frustration had set in. He could memorize an English word and forget it completely three minutes later. Even when the saliva practically dried in my mouth explaining simple tenses, he would just stare back with a bewildered expression. His eyes were always dull, as if he were perpetually sleep-deprived, but they would suddenly awaken with a strange, shimmering light whenever I wore something a bit more revealing, constantly searching my breasts and thighs. I don't consider myself exceptionally beautiful—my eyes are a bit small and my mouth is a bit large—though some people do call me pretty, far fewer praise my figure. My body, however, is a classic hourglass with a full bust, a slender waist, and wide hips that would make most women green with envy. My long, shapely legs were once featured in a stocking advertisement, so I am used to men staring at my body, but his gaze made me deeply uneasy, like a predator stalking its prey. From then on, on tutoring days, I made a point to avoid mini-skirts and tight clothing to avoid stimulating this adolescent little lecher.
Despite my precautions, the inevitable happened. One afternoon when we didn't have a lesson, my friend Jenny and her boyfriend went to watch some music videos, planning to head to my tutoring session right after. Before we were even halfway through, Jenny and her boyfriend were kissing and caressing each other on the sofa as if we weren't even there. They didn't seem to care, but it made me feel incredibly awkward. To break the tension, I teased them, saying they were so sexually starved that they might as well let me watch while they had sex.
I had expected them to be embarrassed, but to my surprise, Jenny's boyfriend agreed instantly. As he began to undress, he grinned, "Sure, let us show you a few moves. Maybe you can try them with your boyfriend later." Although Jenny was a little shy at first, her desire had already been ignited, and after a bit of light resistance, she was soon stripped completely bare. They started with a 69 position, performing oral sex on each other. After just a few minutes, Jenny's entrance was soaked, with her juices trickling down her thighs and onto the sofa, while her boyfriend's cock was fully erect, thrusting rhythmically in and out of her mouth. Then, he flipped her over, spreading her legs nearly 180 degrees. Using his tongue, he parted her labia to reveal her glistening, wet red flesh, licking and sucking her clitoris until Jenny began to moan loudly, like a pig being slaughtered, completely unconcerned about being heard. It was actually me who felt embarrassed; I hurriedly turned up the television volume to drown out her wanton cries.
"Honey, I... I can't take it anymore... can we please have you inside me?" Jenny pleaded.
"Not yet, you haven't finished your homework," he replied. He helped Jenny up and deliberately made her sit right next to me, less than thirty centimeters away. He made her perform oral sex on him while using his hands to vigorously knead her breasts. Watching them made my mouth dry and my whole body flush with heat. After a few minutes, he pulled her up and lifted her right leg high, making sure I had a perfect view, and began to penetrate her while standing.
"Ah... so good... ah... your big cock... ah... it's so thick... so huge... it feels amazing... ah... ah..." Although I knew Jenny was quite open about sex, she appeared so quiet and demure on the outside; I never imagined she could sound so slutty. She was perhaps exaggerating a little—her boyfriend's penis wasn't exceptionally large, and while longer than my boyfriend's, it was about the same thickness. Given Jenny's extensive experience, I doubted she hadn't tasted much larger cocks before; perhaps her talent lay in knowing exactly how to stroke a man's ego. Her boyfriend was clearly showing off, changing positions every few thrusts. In just a short time, they had gone through seven or eight different positions, leaving me dazed and lightheaded. Knowing that if I watched any longer, I might lose control, I hurriedly stood up and left. As the door closed behind me, Jenny's moans still echoed faintly. Two waiters gave me suspicious looks in the hallway, and all I could do was shrug and flee with a wry smile.
After leaving the theater, having nowhere to go, I wandered aimlessly for a while before heading to the tutoring house early. The maid opened the door for me; as usual, his parents were out, so I went straight up to his room. As I walked, images of Jenny and her boyfriend's heated encounter kept flashing through my mind, and I failed to notice that Victor's door was closed. Without knocking, I pushed it open, only to be met with a shocking sight. Victor was wearing headphones, his underwear pulled down to his knees, staring intently at a pornographic film on his computer while vigorously jerking himself off. What truly surprised me was his penis—it was incredibly thick and long, larger than any cock I had ever seen, even in adult films. His dark glans was flushed red and coated in glistening mucus, shining brilliantly under the light in an incredibly provocative way.
Unprepared for this scene, I froze, momentarily forgetting to leave the room. After about ten seconds, Victor turned his head, saw me standing there, and jumped in surprise. Only then did I snap out of it. Embarrassed, I turned to leave, but before I could, Victor ripped off his headphones, lunged at me, caught me by the waist, and forcefully dragged me into the room, slamming the door and locking it behind us.
"Don't go, Teacher! I've wanted you for so long. Today is the perfect day... let me have some fun!" Victor said as he began tugging at my jeans.
"Let go! You're being too much! If you don't let go, I'll scream for help!" I was startled and immediately gave him a stern warning.
"Go ahead and scream, nobody will hear you," he replied, completely unfazed as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper.
"Stop! Let me go! Watch out, or I'll tell your parents!" Panic began to set in.
"I'm not afraid. At most, they'll scold me, and then everything will go back to normal."
"Victor, don't... don't do anything stupid. If I call the police, you'll go to jail!" My fear grew.
"Damn it! Don't try to scare me with the cops! I'm only fifteen; even if I get sentenced, it won't be for long. Goddammit! Every time you leave, I have to jerk off. Today, no matter what, we're doing it for real!" With that, he used his left hand to pin my hands together, pushed me down onto the bed, and used his right hand to desperately strip off my jeans.
"Help! Help me!" Facing this brazen beast, my only recourse was to resist desperately and scream for help.
Though Victor claimed he wasn't afraid, he was still a little cautious. He glanced around, had a sudden idea, and quickly stripped off his underwear. As I opened my mouth to scream, he stuffed his dirty, sweaty underwear right into my mouth. This silenced me instantly, leaving me only able to make muffled "mmph... mmph..." sounds. Seeing that I could no longer call for help, he felt relieved and continued to strip my jeans, though my intense struggling made it difficult. After a few minutes of stalemate, he gave up on my pants and turned his attention to my upper body.
With a forceful tug, the buttons on my shirt flew off, scattering across the floor. Just as I was inwardly lamenting my luck, he grabbed my bra and pulled with brute strength. The bra snapped in two, and my two snow-white breasts were immediately laid bare before his eyes. Victor's eyes widened, and he let out a heavy swallow, staring unblinkingly at my pale, tender breasts and my light pink, bud-like nipples. I was both angry and anxious, but our strength was far too mismatched; even with all my might, I couldn't break free from his iron-like grip. I tried to kick him, but it was like a dragonfly hitting a pillar; after a few attempts, he pinned my lower body down with his right leg, leaving me completely immobile. With my hands pinned, my legs crushed, and a smelly pair of underwear stuffed in my mouth, I truly felt like a lamb led to the slaughter.
Having admired my breasts to his heart's content, Victor leaned down and took my right nipple into his mouth, while his right hand kneaded my left breast, his fingers occasionally teasing the tip. "Oh..." My whole body shuddered. This boy clearly wasn't a novice; he knew exactly how to use his strength. Despite my intense mental resistance, physical pleasure began to seep in. After several minutes, both my nipples were standing tall and erect, and a wave of sensation flooded my entire body. My lower abdomen felt hot and heavy—a sure sign that my juices were about to flow, though I couldn't control it. Seeing my resistance weakening, Victor seized the moment. He grabbed my waistband and, with brute force, yanked my jeans all the way down. Before I could react, he lunged at me again, his hands working feverishly to strip off my shirt as well.
"Victor, stop now, and we'll pretend this never happened. I won't tell your parents," I said, spitting the underwear out of my mouth and trying one last time to persuade him to turn back.
"Nonsense!" He ignored me, pinning my hands again and returning to suck on my nipples while stroking my labia through my panties.
"Ah..." I could no longer hold back. My juices finally flowed, and once they started, they were unstoppable, quickly soaking my underwear.
Victor seemed a little surprised at how wet I was so quickly (though he didn't know that forty minutes ago, I had just watched a live performance). He released my hands and turned to strip my panties. With a sharp *rip*, the little lecher proved his perverse nature; instead of gently sliding them off, he tore the thin fabric to shreds, leaving only scraps hanging from my legs. I sat up in a panic, my hands fluttering uncertainly, unsure whether to cover my top or bottom. He simply watched my beautiful body with a lewd grin, his cock standing tall and proud between his legs. "Teacher, you want it now, don't you? You're so wet! My cock is big enough, isn't it? It's going to feel amazing!" He even pulsed his massive cock as if to show off.
"You lecher!" I cursed, my face flushing red.
Unfazed, he quickly grabbed my feet and pulled me toward him, spreading my thighs wide. "Wow, Teacher, you're a total white tiger! This is amazing!" he exclaimed before leaning down to lick my smooth, hairless vulva.
"Ah... ah..." I twisted my hips desperately, trying to escape, but he held my thighs firmly. No matter how much I struggled, he wouldn't budge.
"Ah... ahhh... oh..." My juices seeped out uncontrollably. For such a young boy, he was incredibly skilled; his nimble tongue slid back and forth over my labia, occasionally sucking on my clitoris with such intensity that the pleasure made me lose all sense of direction. Finally, as his tongue pushed into my vagina, my sanity completely collapsed. I grabbed Victor's head and pressed it hard against my wet slit. His tongue swirled inside me—oh god, it felt too good! As I gasped for breath, my only thought was that I wanted someone to thrust hard inside me.
"Teacher, shall we start the real thing?" The wicked boy saw my desperation and decided to tease me even more.
My face burned as I closed my eyes, unable to answer. Victor chuckled and flipped me onto my stomach, propping my pale, rounded buttocks high in the air. My heart pounded in anticipation of that thick cock, but to my disappointment, it was his middle finger that slid inside. Just as the letdown hit, his finger began to pump rapidly inside me, while he leaned down to lick my anus.
"Ah... ah... ahhh... oh... oh... ah... ahhh..." Victor didn't know that my anus was one of my most sensitive spots, rivaling my clitoris. I often hinted to my boyfriends to lick it, but they always found it "dirty" and did so half-heartedly. Victor was different. He meticulously used the tip of his tongue to swirl around my anus, drawing small circles, teasing the entrance, or even taking the whole thing into his mouth to suck gently. The friction of his tongue against the opening sent waves of electricity through my body, making me tremble. Combined with his middle finger thrusting and swirling inside my vagina, I quickly surrendered, letting out loud, wanton moans. Before long, a deep, numbing sensation washed over my womb, and "Ah... oh god... ahhh!" Like a dam breaking, a torrent of cream erupted from me. I had climaxed! I never knew I could squirt like that! And to think, my first time experiencing such a powerful release was at the hands of a fifteen-year-old boy!
He turned my head so I could see the large, wet patch on the bedsheets. Embarrassed by how much had sprayed out, I closed my eyes, too shy to look. He massaged my rounded buttocks before suddenly aligning his cock with my entrance. Without any warning, using the lubrication of my juices, he plunged that massive object deep inside me in one single, violent thrust. My god! My heart nearly stopped. It was so big! So thick! Victor's cock felt like a solid iron bar filling my entire vagina. He kept pushing deeper, grinding his glans against my cervix.
"Ah... ah..." The pleasure was so intense it nearly made me faint. If it felt this good before he even started thrusting, what would happen next? Victor provided the answer quickly. He pulled out four-fifths of the way and then slammed back in, hitting my cervix once more. "Oh god! Ahhh!" It was too much! It felt as if I had been thrown into the heavens. My boyfriend had never given me a sensation like this.
Victor repeated the motion—pull, thrust, pull, thrust—his speed increasing with every stroke. Unprecedented waves of pleasure coursed through me, causing my juices to flow as if there were a flood inside me.
My boyfriend loved taking me from behind because he could admire the curves of my waist, my full hips, and my swaying breasts. Visually and tactilely, it was a great experience. I suspected Victor would love it too, but suddenly, he stopped. Thinking he wanted to change positions, I looked at him, but he remained motionless. Then, he said, "Teacher, it's not much fun for me when you're like this."
"What do you mean?" I asked, bewildered.
"Don't just moan, Teacher. You need to say something!"
The little lecher wanted me to use dirty talk! Of course, I knew the words, but how could I say them aloud? Seeing my hesitation, he pushed his cock even deeper, grinding the glans against my cervix. Ohhh! It rubbed me so intensely that my limbs felt weak; it felt so good yet so overwhelming, as if only even harder thrusting could satisfy the emptiness.
*Slap!* He gave my butt a firm smack. "Are you going to say it? If you can't, I'll teach you."
"Fine... fine! You... ah... you little pervert!" There was no helping him. It was just like the saying: even a rape needs the victim to cry out in pleasure.
Seeing that I had yielded, Victor resumed his thrusting. As if to reward me, he began to drive even harder, using full, deep strokes that left only the tip inside before slamming all the way back in. The sound of his pelvis hitting my buttocks echoed through the room—*slap, slap, slap!*
"Ah... ah... so good... it's too good... ahhh... oh god... ah... a little easier... ahhh... can't take it... ah... so... so good... ahhh... about to... about to come... ah... ah... mercy... ahhh... Victor... Victor's... cock... is... is too amazing... Sister... it's too good... I'm dying... ah... ah... it's coming... coming... ahhh!"
I realized then that dirty talk was actually quite easy. The only difficult part was the first sentence. Once the first word escaped, the rest flowed naturally. Especially under the assault of Victor's massive cock, if I didn't scream these things, the accumulated pleasure would have no way to escape.
"Ah... ah... Sister... loves it... ah... Victor's... Victor's cock... ah... so wonderful... such a... such a huge cock... ah... so good... fuck Sister... for the rest of your life... ahhh... fuck me forever... ahhh..."
Though Victor had only been at it for about six or seven minutes, it felt like he had been pounding me for forty. Like a drowning person, my hands frantically grabbed at anything—pillows, sheets, clothes. Amidst a final, violent spasm, I reached another climax.
"Teacher, shall we try a different way?"
"Mmm," was all I could manage. I was completely exhausted and at his mercy.
Leaving his cock inside me, he held my waist and slowly guided me off the bed, walking me step by step to his desk. I leaned against the desk, spreading my legs and arching my hips back to accommodate him. On the desk, the computer was still playing the pornographic film; the actress on screen was being fiercely fucked by a man. Victor placed the headphones over my ears, and the actress's screams immediately filled my head. Once everything was set, he began to thrust again, fast and hard. "Ah... ah... ah..." Watching the carnal battle on the screen while hearing the intense moans, and feeling a massive cock repeatedly slamming into my cervix, it felt as though I had merged with the film, joining in their sexual act.
"Ahhh... ah... Victor... you're so good at this... so good... ah... Sister loves it... loves it... fucking Victor... ah... ah... Sister... Sister... can't take it... ah... ah... about to... about to come... ahhh..."
I climaxed once more. Almost simultaneously, Victor reached his limit. He hurriedly pulled his penis out, turned me around to kneel before him, and erupted, spraying thick jets of semen all over my face.
Victor took a deep breath, a satisfied smile on his face. He held his still-erect cock and used it to gently trace lines on my face, spreading the white, creamy fluid onto my lips and trying to squeeze it into my mouth. Although a bit repulsed, I couldn't win against him, so I obediently opened my mouth to take his cock and the semen inside, sucking gently. His semen tasted a bit metallic, almost like bleach, but since it wasn't my first time, it wasn't too nauseating.
After finishing, Victor left the room without a word, leaving me lying on the floor, still panting. After a while, as my senses returned, I used some tissues to wipe my face and sat on the sofa, staring at the scattered clothes and the torn panties, slowly returning to reality. I had been raped! Raped by my student! A sense of profound humiliation washed over me. Normally, I should have dressed and left immediately, but strangely, a part of me felt a lingering reluctance. On one hand, besides my jeans, I had no intact clothing left; on the other, a sense of immense satisfaction resided within me. I wouldn't admit to being a slut—at least, before he entered me, my mind had truly been resisting. And while my body had surrendered once the friction began, I didn't believe any girl could be penetrated by such a massive cock and still say "no" without meaning it. Perhaps my body was just exceptionally sensitive, but that didn't make me a wanton woman. At least, my sexual experience had been limited to only two men before this, unlike Jenny, who changed boyfriends as easily as changing clothes and had numerous one-night stands.
Lost in thought, Victor returned to the room, now dressed in his underwear. As soon as he entered, he grabbed me and led me out, not even letting me put my clothes back on. I tried to cover myself, following him downstairs in a panic, terrified that someone might catch us in this state. He led me through the living room and down a side staircase into the basement, where there was a hot spring bath, the tub already filled with steaming water.
"Teacher, let's soak in the hot spring. It'll help with the fatigue."
It turned out he had left the room specifically to prepare the bath. My mind wrestled with the situation—was he just forgiving me this easily? But since I didn't know how to scold him, I simply tested the temperature and slowly lowered myself into the tub. It was indeed wonderful; the warm water and the faint scent of sulfur made every inch of my skin feel alive. I expected Victor to join me, but the little lecher simply stood by the edge of the pool, his eyes roaming greedily over my naked body. Even though he had just finished with me, his gaze still made me feel exposed and flushed with shame.
"Victor, why don't you go out for a bit and let Sister soak in peace?" I found myself too embarrassed to call him "Teacher" anymore.
Victor shook his head and quickly stripped off his underwear. To my surprise, after only ten minutes of rest, his cock was once again standing tall like a pillar. It was only now that I could truly see his body. Honestly, his physique was near perfect—broad shoulders, a strong waist, and firm muscles with not an ounce of excess fat. With a massive cock like that, it was hard to believe he was only fifteen. If he didn't have that dim-witted face, he would truly be a masterpiece of God.
He slowly stepped into the pool and sat beside me, his right arm wrapping around me while his left hand wandered over my long legs. His voice was filled with mischief as he spoke:
"Teacher, your legs are so beautiful, so long and straight. Just looking at them makes my cock hard. Your breasts are so big and firm; they feel so good to knead. And your ass..."
Unable to listen to any more, I changed the subject. "You're only fifteen, but you seem to have quite a bit of experience."
He chuckled, taking my hand to guide it to his large cock, while his other hand kneaded my breasts. He said proudly, "It's alright. My best friend, George, and I are known as the 'Double Cannon Kings' at school. We're the biggest players. We've been with at least eighty percent of the girls in the school, from the first to the third years. Every time we do it, they scream and moan like they're dying. Now they're always clinging to us, asking us to help them 'scratch their itch.' Whenever we want to fuck, we just find a few slutty girls and head to the school rooftop. Once after school, we tricked the school beauty—a scholarship student—into letting us take her virginity behind the podium. We fucked her for two hours; she almost passed out from pleasure. Don't let her prim and proper appearance fool you; she's incredibly slutty when she screams. Now, she handles all our reports and homework; once she's finished, we give her a 'reward' session. But none of those sluts can compare to you, Teacher. Your pussy is so tender and tight... it feels amazing..."
I could only frown and endure his crude words and boastful tales. Seeing that I didn't respond, he grew bored and turned my head toward him, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue darted into my mouth, teasing my tongue until it spilled out. Our tongues tangled, and saliva began to drip from the corners of our mouths. I hadn't expected him to be such a skilled kisser; he left me breathless and dizzy with desire. His hands were never idle; one was busy teasing my nipple while the other worked my clitoris. Not to be outdone, I began to rhythmically stroke his large cock.
We caressed each other in the water for several minutes until my breathing grew heavy. To my surprise, he was also close to his limit. He hurriedly pulled his cock out, led me out of the bath, and panted, "Teacher, you're incredible. You almost made me cum. Here, lie down, let me give you a massage."
Seeing his slightly disheveled state, I couldn't help but find it funny. It seemed that despite his massive cock, his stamina was quite ordinary.
Curious to see what he would do next, I lay down on a large towel on the floor as he began to massage me. He seemed to actually know a few techniques; he started with a standard massage, but it gradually changed. He used his tongue to lick me, starting from my shoulders and moving inch by inch down my back, waist, buttocks, thighs, and calves, not even missing the spaces between my toes. I am quite ticklish, but this fine, tingling sensation was something I could endure—in fact, it felt wonderful, and soft moans began to escape my lips.
As he licked his way toward the important areas, Victor first parted my buttocks and aimed his tongue at my anus, gently probing the entrance. "Ah..." A jolt like an electric shock ran through my body.
"Teacher, your anus seems especially sensitive," he noted. For someone so academically challenged, he certainly had a talent for sex. Having found my weakness, he intensified his assault. Within moments, my moans filled the room as my hips began to arch and my buttocks rose high in the air.
"Victor... ah... ah... mercy, Sister... ah... so good... ah... that's enough... ah... enough... ah... Sister... ah... can't take it... ah... you can enter now... ah... please... hurry... ah..."
My whole body felt hot and itchy, as if a thousand ants were crawling over me. Forgetting my pride, I began to beg. But instead of entering me, Victor continued to lick my anus while using his fingers to pinch my clitoris. Under this dual stimulation, my defenses crumbled completely, and my juices flowed freely. In a daze, Victor crawled between my legs and brought his cock to my mouth, demanding oral sex. With no other choice, I took him in, bobbing my head up and down. However, his cock was so thick that my jaw began to ache after a few thrusts. I had to pull out to use my hands to stroke him while using my tongue to lick his glans. Meanwhile, Victor focused on my clitoris, his fingers working rhythmically inside my vagina.
"Ah... ah... so good... ah... ah... amazing... ah... oh god... ah... ah..."
I was on the verge of breaking again. A numbing sensation flooded my lower body, and a torrent of cream erupted, spraying all over Victor's face. After climaxing, I lay limp on the floor, my limbs feeling like jelly. But he gave me no rest; he immediately flipped me onto my back, spread my legs, and aimed his massive cock at my entrance, thrusting deep in one go.
"Ah... ah... can't... ah... will die... ahhh... so good... ah... oh my god... ah... that big... big cock... harder... ah... mercy... ah... ah... so... so good... ah... about to... about to fly... oh god... ascending to heaven... ah... ah..."
Victor grabbed my breasts and began a frantic, rapid-fire pounding. The intensity left me babbling incoherently, alternating between begging for mercy and screaming in pleasure. He delivered over a hundred thrusts before finally slowing down. He then picked me up and carried me back into the bath, where we sat facing each other. I straddled his thighs, hugging him tightly while grinding my hips to let my pussy slide up and down his cock.
"Mmm... Victor's cock is so huge... oh... Sister feels so good..." Due to the water's resistance, our movements couldn't be too violent, which allowed us both a moment to catch our breath. After a while, Victor couldn't hold back again. He reached around to grab my buttocks and pulled me toward the edge of the pool. I braced my arms on the rim, my body floating on the surface with my legs spread wide, while Victor held my thighs and began to accelerate his thrusts.
"Ah... ah... Victor... don't rush... ah... ah... so good... Victor... you're so good at this... ah... such amazing thrusts... so good... it's killing Sister... ah..." Victor was like a tiger unleashed, thrusting so wildly that water splashed everywhere.
"Ahhh... so beautiful... oh god... Sister... ah... Sister... ah... never... ahhh... never felt so good... ah... Victor... big cock... thick cock... ahhh... fuck me... ah... ah... it's coming... it's coming... ahhh... dying... ah... ah..."
I screamed at the top of my lungs, losing all sense of shame. Amidst my wild cries, I reached a climax first. About twenty seconds later, Victor suddenly pulled out. Before I could react, another massive spray of white semen covered my face.
*Sigh, another round!* I thought to myself. The first time could be excused as rape, but how could I explain the second? I felt a hint of regret and a little anger at how easily I had succumbed to lust.
After a quick rinse, he gave me a T-shirt to wear. Seeing it was past ten o'clock, I intended to leave, but he insisted on driving me down the mountain on his motorbike. To my surprise, the little lecher headed *up* the mountain instead. As we rode along the Yangjin Highway, he kept telling me ghost stories. I knew he was just trying to spook me, but the more he talked, the more frightened I became, and I found myself clinging tightly to him, my breasts pressed hard against his back.
After riding for a while, he pulled over at a roadside gazebo, claiming he wanted to see the night view. He pulled me into the gazebo and, regardless of whether passing cars could see us, used the wooden table as minimal cover to strip me naked. Halfway through my resistance, I began to perform oral sex on him, and then, under the cool night breeze, he proceeded to fuck me fiercely once again. Since this was my first time "outdoor" sex, I was initially worried about being caught, which made it hard to fully immerse myself. But under his powerful thrusts, the world around me faded, and I began to moan loudly. Since he had already climaxed twice, he lasted a particularly long time this time, pounding me until my voice was hoarse and I had climaxed repeatedly.
"Ah... can't... Victor... mercy, Sister... ah... stop thrusting... ah... Sister's little hole is going to break... ah... let me go... ah..."
I was utterly exhausted, having lost track of how many times I had climaxed. My whole body felt like it was falling apart, yet Victor showed no signs of finishing. Seeing that I was truly spent, he finally pulled his cock out, though he still looked hungry for more. After we dressed, he rode me home. In the stairwell of my apartment building, he pulled me aside again, preventing me from entering. Looking pitifully at me, he pleaded, "Teacher, if you don't want to go in, at least blow me off." Unable to resist his "pitiful" expression, I knelt before him, stripped his shorts, and took his massive cock into my mouth right at my doorstep.
As I worked on him, I used my fingers to tease his anus, or alternatively, stroked his scrotum and anus while performing oral sex. His hands reached under my T-shirt to knead my breasts. He wanted to enter me again, but fearing my roommates would hear, I insisted on a compromise. I pulled off my T-shirt and used my 34D breasts to sandwich his cock, performing a "tit-job" while simultaneously giving him oral. After about five or six minutes, he finally erupted in my mouth.
From that day on, I continued my tutoring sessions as scheduled, sometimes even going on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Whenever his parents were away, we would engage in our "international language" of moaning and thrusting. Three months passed, and the number of times we had slept together became uncountable. Generally, for every three sessions, his parents would be home once, in which case we would stick to actual studying. Strangely enough, while he used to be a lost cause in English, he seemed to have suddenly become more attentive. Perhaps because we were exhausting most of his energy, he no longer spent all his time daydreaming. It was an unexpected benefit.
One weekend, Victor told me in advance that his parents were going abroad. I deliberately wore a mini-skirt and a short T-shirt that exposed my waist and navel, topped with a light jacket. My roommates thought I was going on a date, not knowing my boyfriend and I had broken up two months ago—not because of Victor, but because my ex had moved on to a wealthy girl. To be honest, since I started sleeping with Victor, sex with my boyfriend had felt quite bland. I didn't tell my roommates the truth to avoid the embarrassment of them knowing I was sleeping with a student.
As I boarded the bus, I frowned. Because it was the weekend, the bus heading up Yangming Mountain was incredibly crowded. There were no seats, and the bus was so packed that before we even reached Shilin, the heat became stifling. As the bus swayed, a hand suddenly pressed against my buttocks. I tried to shift my body, but the hand remained firmly planted there. I realized then that I had encountered a groper. I had heard stories from friends, but this was my first time. My face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and panic; I didn't dare to resist or even make a sound. I tried to remember the self-defense tips my friends had given me, but my mind went blank. I knew my hesitation would only embolden him, but I simply couldn't find the courage to call him out.
Sure enough, the man's hand began to caress my buttocks. I was furious but helpless. Glancing sideways, I saw a boy who looked like a high schooler—he was likely the culprit. He looked quite handsome, so it was hard to believe he was doing something so sleazy. After a while, his hand began to lift my skirt, sliding under my panties to touch my flesh directly. Goosebumps erupted all over my body. I immediately regretted wearing such a sexy outfit and, even worse, not wearing stockings for the sake of the heat. Now, my body was entirely at the mercy of this stranger.
In the crowded space, I tried to move away, but his hand was like a magnet, clinging to me. I was on the verge of tears, yet still helpless, allowing him to knead my smooth, tender buttocks. Not only that, but without warning, he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them into a thong shape, tugging them upward! The fabric rubbed directly against my clitoris, the sudden stimulation nearly making me scream. He seemed to sense my reaction; he knew I was the type to endure in silence. His left hand began to slide under my jacket, stroking my flat stomach before disappearing under my T-shirt to unashamedly knead my breasts.
This was even more humiliating than being forced by Victor in a private room; this was happening in public, with dozens of people around, yet I was too embarrassed to cry for help. After a few minutes of ravaging me, he seemed to find my bra too restrictive, so he reached behind me to unhook it, before returning to my skirt to continue his assault on my breasts and hips. After several minutes of this, my nipples were hard, and a familiar heat began to pool in my lower abdomen.
*Oh no, don't do this!* I pleaded with my mind, trying to use logic to suppress my desire, but my body was beyond control. Soon, his right hand slipped under my panties, sliding up my buttock crack to my labia, his fingers lightly scratching at me. "It's over..." I sighed in despair as my juices began to leak. With the lubrication, his fingers moved even more easily, eventually finding my clitoris and vibrating against it.
"Mmm..." My cheeks burned and my legs felt weak. I gripped the overhead handrail and leaned my head against my arm, closing my eyes to pretend I was napping while biting my lip to endure the waves of pleasure. Eventually, his left hand left my chest to join his right hand in stimulating my clitoris, while his fingers began to probe my vagina. I didn't know how much juice had leaked, but my thighs felt soaked. In a daze, his finger suddenly thrust into my vagina. My god! In full view of everyone, I was being fingered by a stranger, and yet... it felt incredible!
The sensation of his fingers sliding in and out of my skirt was incredibly stimulating. Although the crowd was too thick for large movements, the shallow thrusts were enough to keep me on the edge. Fortunately, he wasn't too aggressive, allowing me to suppress my moans, though anyone paying close attention would have heard the faint whimpers escaping my throat. After a while, he switched hands, using his left to finger my vagina while his right worked on my anus. A jolt went through me; being touched at my most sensitive spot without warning nearly made me collapse. He seemed more comfortable using his left hand, so his movements became faster and deeper. "Mmm... mmm..." I grimaced, biting my lip as waves of pleasure surged through me.
The bus stopped, and the sudden jolt brought me back to reality. Even though we hadn't reached Victor's house yet, I scrambled off the bus as soon as the doors opened. Once off, I took a deep breath and checked behind me to ensure he hadn't followed. Finding a quiet corner, I straightened my clothes and wiped the moisture from my thighs with a tissue. Strangely, I felt a lingering sense of dissatisfaction, as if the encounter wasn't quite finished. After about twenty minutes of walking, I arrived at Victor's house. He opened the door himself; he had already told the maid to take the day off. Seeing me, he gave a devious grin. "Teacher, you look so sexy today. I'm definitely going to fuck you until your legs are weak." Having become accustomed to his crude language, I just retorted, "Don't talk so big. Let's see if you can actually last longer than a few minutes."

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