The story of a retired female captain and me (a martial arts science fiction adult novel)

There has always been a secret in my heart, and I want to tell you today:

Seeds of Love

After I graduated from college, at the end of 1994, I went to Lakeside Park with a group of classmates. One of them brought a girl with him, saying that she was from the same hometown as him and was a sophomore at another university. He brought her out to see the scenery and take some pictures. The girl was pretty and lively, and also plump (not fat). We all liked her very much and later took turns taking photos with her as a souvenir. I forgot about it afterwards.

In the summer of 1995, several classmates went to a dance hall near our alma mater to dance. I took off my glasses and asked a pretty girl next to me to dance. Unexpectedly, she called out my name, which scared me. Upon closer inspection, it was her. She brought a few other beauties with her. All the classmates were very happy and finally rode their bicycles to send them back to school. After that, we planned to "betroth" her to a classmate among us who had never been in a relationship, and we often joked with him about it, but that classmate was not motivated and was reluctant to make a move.

Who knew that a few days later, the girl suddenly called me and asked me to go out. I went out when I wanted to, and then we started a "little dog love". We just held hands and kissed each other.

of. She told me at the time that from the first moment she saw me, she felt that something would happen between us, so when we took the first photo, she leaned very close to me. I went back and compared the photos of other classmates and her, and it was true. By the end of the year, I can’t remember what it was, but we had a fight and we were both angry with each other and stopped communicating. We didn't tell my classmates about this relationship, and only a few colleagues who I got along well with knew about it. Later I heard that she joined the army and we never contacted each other again, but I always thought of her and wondered what she was doing. Sometimes I dream about her. I only occasionally heard some true or false news about her from her fellow villagers.

After hearing some information, I fell in love again and got married. A year later, I heard that she was also married.

A year later, I was on a business trip when I suddenly received a call from her, telling me that she had changed her job and returned to our city and wanted to get together with us old friends. I immediately had a feeling that something was going to happen. After she came back, we got together a few times and her old friends all said that she had become a "beautiful woman". We also often made fun of her for not being able to salute properly as a female lieutenant.

After every gathering, she would ask me to take her home. Although she and her husband lived separately, thinking that we both had families, I was very restrained and tried not to go into her house. Occasionally, I would go in to have a cup of tea and then leave. But the number of friends we invited to parties decreased, and in the end, it was just the two of us.

Until one day, we were sitting in a bar and suddenly met an old colleague whom we hadn't seen for several years. After seeing us, he sighed and said, "You two are just like the movie Pearl Harbor. By chance, you each have your own families now. It's a pity. Don't you know how much he loves you?" I still sent her home that night as if nothing had happened, but we both had a strong premonition in our hearts that something was about to happen to us, because I knew clearly that she was my true love and I had never forgotten her!

The more tempting something is, the more restrained it is, and the more restrained it is, the more tempting it is.

A few months later, I received another call from her saying that she had divorced, bought a house and moved out. Naturally, I went over to help her clean, and then bought home appliances with her. Since my wife often goes on business trips and she wants me to accompany her, I occasionally stay at her place, of course sleeping on the sofa. Although I really wanted to hug her, she often sat next to me in her nightgown after taking a bath. When she took a bath, she only pulled the shower curtain and looked at me every time, saying "No peek" in a naive way. After coming out, her pink skin after the bath, the fragrant smell, her exposed arms, neck and thighs, her breasts raised in the nightgown and the exposed underwear lines were simply tempting me to violate her. Although my dick was so hard, etiquette still made me restrain myself and I didn't touch her. I just slept on her sofa.

I spent several nights at her place like this. One night, I said I wanted to go back, and she suddenly said, "Can you stay and keep me company?" I had no choice but to stay and prepared to sleep on the sofa outside as before. She went in to sleep first, and I was still watching TV outside. Suddenly, I couldn't bear it anymore and gently opened her bedroom door, but I was still hesitant. With the door half open, she said, "I want to drink some water." I hurried to the living room to pour some water and brought it in. She drank it, and I couldn't bear it anymore. I hugged her and kissed her madly. In the frenzied tongue battle, she hugged me tightly and then pulled me into bed.

Before we knew it, we were both naked. She was truly an alluring beauty: an oval face, a pair of talking eyes, a slightly upturned straight nose, and a smiling little mouth that seemed to be waiting for her lover's caress and kiss at any time; her body was plump, with a pair of big breasts that stood upright even when she was lying down, and her butt was round and full, like a thick "gun mount". I kissed her upper body, focusing on her breasts with her nipples as the center. After a while, her nipples grew much bigger and stood up like little fingers. I felt that her legs were wet and was about to continue, but she suddenly stopped me and said "No". I didn't force her and continued to have a verbal battle with her, at most I would use my dick to push her. Afterwards, we hugged each other and told each other about our longing for each other over the years. Then I realized that she had also been paying attention to me from what other people said, so she married her ex-husband out of gratitude after I got married. The misunderstanding and pride between us made us lose many opportunities to get together. In fact, as long as one of us spoke first, it would have come naturally. We slept in each other's arms all night, and when I woke up the next day, I found that her neck was red from hugging her.

During this period of time, I regained the feeling of my first love. In fact, she is now waiting for me to divorce, but I am actually a very traditional person. I feel that family responsibilities cannot be given up, and I also love my wife at the same time.

A few days later, I went to her place, we hugged each other, watched TV, took a shower, and went to bed naturally. I kept teasing her, kissing her neck, ears, nipples, armpits, belly button, etc. She was also very proactive and kept kissing my upper body. I touched her lower body and found that her panties were wet, so I started to take off her panties, but she still refused. I said in her ear, "We are all adults, don't you want it?" and then kissed her ear. She then asked me "Do you really want it?" I nodded, and she took off her panties herself, and then took off my panties. I asked her to hold my dick, she was shocked and said it was too big. I touched her hole and found that her pussy juice had soaked the sheets. I said to her, "Women are really made of water." She was so embarrassed that she buried her head in my arms.

Then, I spread her round thighs and let her hold my dick and rub it against the entrance for a while. Then I thrust my gun and penetrated her Jade Gate without any hindrance. Although her vagina was not as narrow as others, it felt like inserting a hot water bottle after entering. It was wet and warm. Combined with the big breasts pressing against me and supporting our round buttocks, it was very comfortable. When I was thrusting, I could only hear the sound of water and felt a lot of juice coming out. I asked her what the sound was, but she ignored me and just slapped my buttocks. Then she clamped my dick with the meat in her vagina, tightening and loosening it sometimes and asked me, "Is it OK?" Then, she began to hum softly.

I pressed on her and could feel her big breasts supporting my upper body. As my body twitched, I could actually feel the sensation of a spring, and my whole body felt like I was lying on a pile of cotton.

I controlled the rhythm and after a while, I pulled the glans back to the entrance of the hole to rest. But she wouldn't let me, and kept shouting "Faster, faster". I had to attack with all my strength. Seeing her closing her eyes, frowning, her face flushed, covered with sweat, and humming with her mouth open, my dick thrust in her "hot water B" faster. Thinking that we were in love with each other and that she had always been the little angel in my dreams, spreading her legs as wide as she could under me so that I could fuck her deeper and harder, I stopped using any tricks on her and just fucked her hard. Several times I hit her clitoris - the opening of her uterus, and felt the eye of my penis touching the most tender and itchy flesh. She also began to roar in a low voice. In this situation, I wanted to ejaculate after fucking her for a while. Although she hinted that I could ejaculate inside her, I still sobered up, pulled out my dick and ejaculated all over her belly. It was so thick that my dick trembled for a long time before I stopped and ejaculated. She wiped the semen with her hand and said, "Why is there so much? It's too hot!" Then she asked me if I was comfortable. I nodded and touched her little B again. I found that the semen was all over her thighs and sheets. She shouted, "It's dirty, stop touching it." At this time, I realized that my lower abdomen and pubic hair were also covered with her semen.

I found some paper and helped her wipe off the semen, and then she wiped myself dry. At this time, she got up, went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, added some Sanitary Ware or something, and wiped herself. Then she came to wipe me, starting from my lower abdomen, and helped me carefully wash my penis and pubic hair. She also asked me if I was comfortable. I said of course I was, and I took the opportunity to knead her again.

I turned on the headlights and asked her to stand so I could look at and touch her carefully: although she was over 25 years old, her body was very well maintained, with a pair of big breasts that I could not hold with my hands, and their breasts were proudly tilted upwards whether she was standing or lying down. The only imperfection was that her nipples were a little bigger, about the size of a bayberry, and a little dark red; her lower belly was slightly bulging, with a small shadow underneath, and she didn't have too much hair; there were some long and thin armpit hairs, not many; her lower lip was thick, stubbornly tilted outwards just right; and those eyes that could speak were still looking at me affectionately.

I told her that her breasts were so beautiful and I was afraid that I would damage them just now. She held her chest high and touched her breasts and said proudly, "This is not fake, what are you afraid of? It won't burst. You love it so much, doesn't your wife have one too?"

She told me how she usually takes care of these breasts and asked me to tell my wife to take care of them as well.

We hugged each other again, and she thanked me for considering her at this time and not ejaculating inside her. I touched her breasts, pinched and sucked her two bayberries, said a lot of sweet words, and spent the whole night together. When I woke up the next day, I found that she had washed and dressed, and was lying on the bed where we had fought, looking at me. I touched her for a while before going to work.

After that, we were together often. I often went straight to her place after work. She cooked for me, peeled fruits, acted like a little girl, tried to please me, snuggled up with me, put her face close to mine, and scratched my face with her long eyelashes. When my wife is at home, I only stay with her until about 11 o'clock in the evening and then go home. Almost every time she would have sex with me and then let me sleep with her for a while before letting me go home. Occasionally she would be in a bad mood and say that she didn't want to be my secret lover and didn't want to do it anymore. I had to comfort her, but I couldn't promise her that I wanted a divorce, and she didn't force me. She only contacted me during the day and never called me at night.

The second time we made love, we were both naked. Just as we were about to spread her thighs and insert ourselves, she suddenly asked me if I had brought a condom. Of course I didn't, and she said no. Then she thought for a while, blushed, and took out a bunch of condoms from the cabinet and said, "Don't worry, these were given to me by the Family Planning Office when I was in the army. I'll put them on for you." I had no choice but to obey, and from then on she asked me to wear condoms. This time I taught her to ride on me and thrust up and down. I looked at my little angel with my cock underneath and her huge breasts swaying up and down. It was really pleasing to the eyes. I pinched her big breasts and let her thrust herself wildly. It was so comfortable. But she never learned how to lie on top of me and rub her pussy - that is, use her pussy to take my dick deeply into her mouth, twist her ass around my dick, and deeply rub her pubic hair, clitoris, labia, etc. I taught several girls to try it, and they all had several orgasms because of it - she only knew how to thrust in and out, making a lot of water sounds - and every time I finished, my lower body was covered with her pussy juice, and she would help me clean it, then hold me in her arms to sleep before letting me go home. The cutest thing is that one time after she finished her work, she took out a cigarette and asked me to smoke it, saying that it would help me to refresh myself so that I could go home to accompany my wife and report to her.

I saw that her lieutenant uniform was still in her closet, and I really wanted her to have sex with me in uniform, but every time the words came to my lips, I took them back. It might be because I had respected the People's Liberation Army since I was a child, and I didn't want to defile her uniform. It may be psychological factors. Every time I have sex with her, not counting foreplay, it only takes more than ten minutes, while when I have sex with my wife or other girls, it usually takes nearly half an hour. The most regrettable thing is that she never let me kiss her or touch her little B, never let me "tongue travel Yumen Pass", and I didn't enjoy my "oral skills". She always clamped her legs together and said "dirty" when I wanted to kiss her B. At most, she only let me kiss her and bite her pubic hair. I never carefully studied her vagina that made me so comfortable.

How to relieve conflicting feelings?

This went on for about four or five months. I felt that I could no longer hurt this girl whom I loved and who loved me - no matter how time changed, she would always be my little girl, my little dog - I wanted her to leave me and find her own life, because I couldn't... Just like that, I slowly went to her less and less, and she gradually understood and no longer contacted me at any time.

After that, we only met once for a long time. Sometimes when we met, she told me that she realized she couldn't wait for me anymore and she wanted to find another boyfriend. At this time, I often remained silent. In this way, the number of times we met became less and less. In the next three years, we would often contact each other after a period of time, have dinner together, watch a movie or something, and then send her back and be intimate.

She received a lot of calls at night, and most of them were from men. She especially liked to talk on the phone for long periods of time. At this time, she would lie in my arms and talk on the phone, and I would undress her and undress her, touch her, kiss her, and tease her. Then she would get excited, put her hand into my crotch, pinch my dick, turn off my phone, and then ask me to find a condom and have sex with her once. I would occasionally accompany her for the night. Sometimes, when she has her period, she tells me "it's time for a good time" and asks me to strip off her top and kiss her all over, while she helps me play with my little brother. Sometimes she would not let me do it when she was in a bad mood, because she said, "After I'm done and wake up, you'll leave, and I'll feel really bad", and I wouldn't force her.

Although I still love her and often think of her as soon as I close my eyes, sometimes when I have sex with my wife, I imagine it is her, and I even called her name in a dream once, but I know that I can no longer be with her the same way as before.

Once when we went to the movies, she told me that she had a dream the day before in which many snakes were chasing her and were going to bite her, which scared her awake. I laughed in my heart, and then told her seriously that she had this dream because she hadn't had sex for a long time. She looked at me fiercely and said, "How dare you say that?" and pinched me hard. Then we went back to her house and naturally started to have sex.

I was attacking her breasts and nipples, sucking her earlobes and earlobes, kissing her neck, licking the soft hair under her armpits, kneading her itchy flesh, and exploring her belly button with the tip of my tongue when she received a call from her sister. I thought the opportunity had come, so I immediately took off her panties, spread her thighs apart, and began to study and caress the most private areas of her body that I had fucked but never studied carefully. She quickly covered it with one hand, and I held her hand and used it to touch the hole that was already flooded, and then I let my little hand dipped in the vaginal fluid smear it on the clitoris. She was on the phone and didn't dare to call for a stop or use any force.

I looked carefully at this genitals that I had fucked dozens of times but never studied properly: there were not many pubic hairs around the hole, and they weakly surrounded the upper part of the labia majora. The labia majora were thick and fat, and dark red in color. The labia minora were thin and small, standing upright on both sides of the hole, tender and red. This reminded me of what she said, that she and her ex-husband had been living apart and their relationship was not very good, so they must not have had sex much. She and I had only had sex dozens of times in the past few years.

The hole was still a slit, but juice was constantly flowing out. It had already flowed to the roots of the thighs and the anus, and dripped onto the bed sheets, emitting a mixture of faint fragrance and salty smell. This was completely different from the BBs of other girls - their labia were often black and their labia minora were "knotted". She is my favorite from the whole person, both emotionally and physically!

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I continued to expand the results of my oral and tongue work, biting the entire Mount Venus and the black grass on it with my mouth and teeth, licking and sucking from bottom to top with my tongue, covering the vagina, labia, and clitoris, speeding up the fiddling with the pearls and the base of the clitoris, and even nibbling on the two pieces of tender meat. My big hands did not let go of her tall breasts and the nipples standing on the top, increasing the strength and speed of kneading. She would hum every time she spoke, and then she said to her sister, "My throat is a little uncomfortable, I won't talk to you anymore, goodbye", then hung up and started screaming loudly. A few seconds later, he yelled "Hurry up, um...

..., come in quickly, stop licking." She finally made a low trembling sound, and her first climax came! Then, she held my head with both hands, squeezed her thighs, dragged me up, and pressed me on her body, as if asking me to quickly use my cock to drill her tender hole.

At this time, she did not forget to take off my glasses, closed her eyes, and used her little mouth to find my lips. I used my tongue, which was covered with her vaginal fluid and her own salty and fishy taste, to directly invade her mouth, and had a frenzied tongue battle with her. Soon our mouths were filled with the juice from her upper and lower mouths and my saliva. The wonderful and indescribable mixed smell was like an aphrodisiac, which had brought us to a state of ecstasy.

She asked me if I had a condom. I nodded, fumbled to find it, tore it open, handed it to her, then raised my butt, showed me the drill, and she put it on for me, then held it and led it to her hole. I was reluctant to enter, just groping gently at the hole. She couldn't wait any longer, so she spread her legs wide, held my butt, and pushed down, finally completing the docking. She breathed a long sigh of relief and started a new stage.

I was comfortably inserting my penis into this beautiful vagina that was like a hot water bottle, not moving, to see how she would react. She seemed a little annoyed, and whispered, "Move!" She patted my butt and squeezed me. I smiled and started thrusting. Because I was wearing a condom, I couldn't feel whether the glans had reached the center of the vagina. I could only hear the little dog humming long and short times. I asked her if she wanted to come up. She said no, she had no strength left, so I had to keep ramming her, using my hands to knead her clitoris and the base of her clitoris, to make her have a second orgasm as soon as possible. But she pulled my hands away, asking me to hold her tightly. I saw that she was about to come, so I had to speed up the piston movement, and all I could hear was the sound of water and the sound of our genitals hitting each other. I suddenly remembered the sentence - "Man on top of man, flesh inside flesh, thrusting up and down, the pleasure is endless" - and I read it to her. She closed her eyes, smiled, covered my mouth with her mouth, clamped me tighter with her legs, and hugged me tighter, making me really careful whether I would crush her breasts.

At first she used her vaginal flesh to clamp my penis, but later she had no strength left, and even her humming sound became quieter. She let me fuck her. I fucked faster and faster, and as soon as my urethra pushed forward, I began to ejaculate. We both let out long hums, and my penis kept cramping in her hole. She first hugged me tighter, and then let me shake and go limp on her like a pile of cotton. I lay on top of her without moving, my cock still inside her vagina, and she was also silent. After a long time, she suddenly shouted, "Did you ejaculate inside or did you leak?", and immediately reached her hand to the junction of our genitals, touched it, smelled it, and said, "It seems to be leaking. What if I get pregnant? You don't care about me", then she turned over and went to wash. I told her that it was her juice and there was no need to worry, and let her look at the mark of her sex juice on the bed sheet.

I was waiting for her to finish her shower in bed, and she came and said with a smile, "I won't shower for you, you'll go back with my scent on you, and I'm also going to find someone to marry, so I'll end up hanging out with you for the last minute." Then, she asked me to sit on the edge of the bed and hug her. I stroked her silky skin and breasts, nipples, belly button, and pubic hair, and asked her to suck my fingers that were still covered with her vaginal fluid. Then she stood up and faced the dressing mirror opposite us. She narcissistically looked at her big breasts left and right, and then patted her belly and said, "I've gained weight again, and my belly has grown bigger. What do you say I should do? I want to lose weight!" I quickly said, "Don't reduce the size of your breasts and butt, otherwise it will be hard to touch them in the future." She glared at me fiercely again.

After this, I went to work in another place. Sometimes when we talked on the phone, she would tell me that she had found a boyfriend and how the situation was, etc. Two days ago, she told me that she was going to get a marriage certificate and she could no longer "comfort" me. I think our love will never change, but our physical relationship should end. To commemorate the 11 years we have known each other, the 5 years since we started having sex, and the 1.5 years since we last had sex, I wrote down our story and left it online as a permanent memorial to commemorate the love between me and my eternal little angel and little dog.