I (Other Adult Fiction)

I

Spokesperson: Xiaodong

(1)

When I woke up from the dream, my body was still shaking, my uterus was contracting, and the orgasm seemed not over yet. I clamped the pillow between my legs and rubbed it hard, but the interrupted orgasm seemed to be fading away, and the wetness in my lower body gradually dried up. I turned over and lay on my back, spread my legs, and tried hard to recall the dream just now.

In the absurd dream, I was making crazy sex with my idol star on an unknown beach for no apparent reason. There didn’t seem to be a trace of love in my heart, or maybe there was? The dream I remember didn't provide any clues. I only remember him thrusting wildly and I just hugged him tightly and thrust my hips to accommodate him.

I lay in bed and continued to recall certain images in my memory, my fingers constantly stroking my clitoris, trying to rekindle my passion, but to no avail. Unrelieved sexual desire is like an uncompleted ritual; the numbness and itching of the organs seem to have corroded into the depths of the soul and evaporated secretly. I rolled over and put my middle finger into my vagina, uh... it hurts! Ouch...it hurts. Be good, just bear with it! Is this how I started growing up?

That day was a little cloudy and chilly. My idol's face had been replaced by his and his lips had lingered on my chest. There was no one on the beach and the Casuarina trees provided concealment. I felt a little uneasy. This was beyond my imagination. His lips showed no signs of retreating and were still lingering on my chest. I loved him, so I didn't know how to refuse. I knew his fingers had quietly unbuttoned my shirt and were about to touch my skin, but I still couldn't refuse him. Perhaps I was also looking forward to this new feeling?

His hand lightly reached into the clumsy bra and pressed on it. His hand was a little cold, but the palm on the nipple was warm. I was a little shy, but didn't know how to respond, so I had to lower my head and let him touch my chest. My nipples had already stood up. He lightly clamped them and shook them, while leaning over to kiss my cherry lips. I suddenly felt an increase in saliva in my mouth, which made it easier for him to suck on the tip of my tongue. He sucked his tongue in and out like having sex, and I endured it and rubbed it gently.

The nerves at the tip of the tongue suddenly reached the lower part, and I felt the message from the vagina. The unbearable itch gradually intensified, and my body twisted unconsciously, hoping to reduce the numbness and itching a little. His hands became more active, and the passionate movements like those in a video tape raged on my body. In a flash, he had his hands in the hot and humid secret place and rubbed it.

The sand was slightly warm, but he still used his coat as a cushion, perhaps because he was afraid that sand would enter the vagina. I guess the vagina was already full of vaginal fluid, so he could go straight in and force his way into the deep of the uterus. I couldn't hold back my cries of pain. He hesitated but kept thrusting hard. My vagina was penetrated by the huge pestle and the original moisture seemed to have dried up long ago. My skin was torn apart like drilling wood to make fire.

The heat of the semen reawakened my passion, but he was powerless and I felt it gradually shrinking and retreating. I opened my eyes and observed it for the first time. There was still white liquid on the top of it and the red bloodstains on its trunk. This must be the price of growing up! Its silkworm-pupa-like appearance was somewhat ugly. When he took out toilet paper to wipe it, it had shrunk again, making him wonder whether the huge appearance just now was real or not?

I looked down at myself, it had already been completely changed. He wiped it gently, then knelt down and kissed it gently. It trembled and rolled out of the tide again, asking for his ravage.

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My skills are not good, please give me some advice!

(2)

His penis was a little swollen, but he couldn't get it in after trying several times. My excitement was about to reach its peak, and I twisted my body desperately to take it. He leaned down with an embarrassed face again and sucked on my small clitoris, but the emptiness that was stretched was still not filled. I clamped him with shaking legs and rubbed hard...

The scenes in my memories began to become chaotic, the obscene fluid in my lower body became slippery again, and the speed of my hands gradually increased. The idol's handsome appearance, the burly figure of the bodybuilder, the stabbing of the thick and long penis, the images were intertwined and clamped together. Finally, I let out a long breath, stretched out my body, raised my tired wrist, the pointer showed six o'clock, and dawn had entered the room.

A generous salary cannot change the sadness of working women. The higher the position, the fewer suitable candidates there are. He has long been off the list. He occasionally appears in dreams, but is quickly replaced by other images. Some people say that the first man in a woman's life is the most unforgettable, and now he is slowly losing his advantage.

In the morning light, birds are chirping outside the window, and the thin sunlight shines a golden glow on their bodies. I slowly get up, and another busy day begins. Standing on the balcony and looking down, I saw my brother's bicycle just turning out and heading towards the slope at the entrance of the alley. What a good boy, I thought to myself. My brother has a broad chest, girls would like to lean on it, right? It would feel safe and comfortable, right?

After turning a corner, my brother appeared on the road again. It is no longer popular for high school students to carry schoolbags, so the backpack fits him very well. It was the birthday present I gave him last month. I guess he is very satisfied, right? Watching his back walking away, I couldn't help but feel happy. Maybe, just maybe today is a good day!

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After a busy day, I returned home and my brother wasn't back yet. Maybe he was having tutoring again? We have been dependent on each other since our parents passed away. He has finally grown stronger and doesn't dare to have a rebellious period for fear of adding to my burden. well! I sighed, and the sound seemed to echo in the huge room. I felt a little sad. Maybe I shouldn't have rejected Xiao Li's date just now. At least I wouldn't feel more lonely than I am now, right?

While my brother was away, I put on headphones and played a videotape. It was a Japanese movie, with obscene sounds and words filling my eardrums. The heroine had a great figure, but it was obvious that her vagina had been loose for a long time. Many people think that women like to watch naked men, but in fact, women prefer to watch naked women. Maybe they have more aesthetic sense!

The film magnifies the woman's oral sex. The man's organ is very large, and she has to open her mouth wide to barely hold it. Her saliva flows from the corners of her mouth onto the penis. She and he are breathing heavily. I began to imagine how it would feel like to have them poking in my mouth.

He once asked me to serve him. Just after I had an orgasm, I played with it. The slippery feeling on it was my body fluids. It was still raised high, and its shape was like a snake's head. I put it on my face. The scorching temperature made my face feverish. Two small balls hung nervously under it. I squeezed them gently and put them into my mouth together. He panted happily, just like the man in the video.

I savored his lower body carefully, his pubic hair gently brushing the corners of his mouth and face, it occasionally pressed against the upper and lower parts of my mouth, giving me a feeling of fullness, I held it tightly at the base to make its tip thicker, and then rubbed it fiercely with the tip of my tongue, he was panting nervously, but he had no choice but to hold the base in my hand, he could no longer control himself, I played with it for a while and let go, and a stream of thick semen shot into his mouth immediately.

(3)

Another man appeared on the screen. The woman showed a look of surprise and held the seemingly thicker organ in her hands as if it were a treasure. They played with the woman's body and the woman twisted her waist and hips to please him. The men took turns entering and exiting her lower body. The woman's cheeks flushed and she moaned lewdly.

This kind of plot has also appeared in my dreams, where I lost the dominant position. The idol star is of course the protagonist, but the men in supporting roles have incredible abilities. The gentle idol seems to be able to only fan the flames from the side. Perhaps his image is not suitable for big moves. In short, I show my body naked in front of them. There is no delicate feeling in the dream, only excited desire.

The two men did whatever they wanted on my body with their four hands. The idol's slender and firm fingers lingered on my breasts, while the supporting actor's fat and rough fingers frequently went in and out of my vagina. I screamed loudly and my heartbeat gradually quickened until it was about to be unable to bear it. The supporting actor's penis was pressed against the end of my uterus, gasping for breath, and my vagina contracted and spasmed violently, and I could seem to feel the pleasure of encircling the penis.

The show was still going on passionately. My hands had unconsciously reached into my panties to touch and caress. The obscene sounds in the headphones were hitting my eardrums. My skirt had already flipped up to my waist because of my constant twisting. I stretched my legs against the coffee table and lifted my hips up to allow my fingers to go deeper. I closed my eyes to let fantasy and image combine, preparing to reach orgasm. Just at this moment, the door opened with a bang and my brother came home!

My younger brother immediately entered the room, “Oh no, he saw us!” I felt so uneasy and didn’t know what to do. It didn’t matter whether I explained or not. Maybe I should just let it go.

I recall the past when my parents were still alive. I was a young girl with my first love and was really attracted to my younger brother. He probably understood what I was thinking and always liked to put his hands on my breasts. Whenever we had time, we would hide in the storage room and hug and touch each other. His penis was obviously not yet mature, and I was just showing reciprocity and had no expectations for it. But I like him sucking on my nipples, and he is happy to do so. Sometimes, when I get the urge, I will ask him to rub my clitoris.

I no longer remember how long this situation lasted or when it ended, but now that he had witnessed it, the memory suddenly came back to life.

We remained silent during dinner. There was really nothing to talk about. My brother quietly cleaned up the dishes and I went into the bathroom.

After taking off my clothes, I looked at myself carefully, "Mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but make a face at the mirror. The pretty image reflected in the mirror was me, right? The moderate breasts with small pink nipples are a gift of love that makes my boyfriend admire me endlessly. The slender and firm waist is the home of his hands, and below that is the place of ecstasy. I smiled sweetly at the mirror, with a slight blush on my cheeks, it is self-pity!

The water column from the shower head hit my smooth skin, and white smoke rose. I almost forgot the embarrassment just now and enjoyed the pleasure of bathing. The water rushed down from the top of my head, then flowed along the nipples of my chest, and then gathered between my legs. The sparse pubic hair that was originally curly and messy now lay smoothly and obediently on my lower abdomen. The water droplets flowed to the ground with the clitoris as the center, which made me itchy and made me tremble slightly.

(4)

There was still light coming from under my brother's door, obviously he hadn't gone to bed yet. I hesitated for a while, but couldn't make up my mind to go in. I could hear his whistle intermittently from the room, it was a familiar old song. I hummed a few lines along, but suddenly realized that this tune was the secret code we used to meet in the storage room.

I doubt he still remembers what happened back then, maybe it's just a coincidence? Could it be that he was hinting at something? I turned back with full of doubts. At the end of the corridor was the storage room of that year, which was also the starting point of my sexual desire. Fragments of the past flashed through my mind like lightning, and I couldn't help but walk towards the corridor.

The door panel of the storage room is already in tatters, and a whitish "Fu" character is still pasted upside down on the top of the door panel. It is the calligraphy left by my father, and it has remained here for many years. I bent down deliberately, looking for the small hole that we used to peek at our parents' movements. It was still safely there. We put a lot of effort into this small hole. The figure of my brother trying hard to get through the hole came into my sight again.

Turning the rusty handle, the door opened with a creak. I have been busy with work in the past few years and my younger brother has been taking care of all the housework. I have no idea what is placed inside. There is a faint scent of air freshener in the dark room. It must have been placed there by my younger brother. I turned on the light and the room was instantly bright.

It’s still the familiar arrangement, and I feel relieved. Maybe I don’t want to change too much? The dark green velvet sofa was still placed in the middle of the room. It was the place where I had an affair with my brother. I sat down and there was a dark red stain next to it.

That year, that day, was it a summer afternoon? There was no fan in the storage room, and the hot and humid temperature was unbearable. The snow-white nylon school uniform was stuck to my body. My brother took them off for me, but sweat was still pouring down. I finally couldn't bear the heat and humidity and took off all my clothes. That was the first time I was completely naked in front of him. I was a little shy, but also a little ostentatious in exposing myself in front of him.

The newly sprouted pubic hair must have shocked him, so he stroked it carefully and asked embarrassing questions. I couldn't answer questions that were beyond my knowledge, so I could only hug him and kiss him. My sexual desire was particularly high that day, and my lower body was flooded with moisture due to the sweat. My vagina needed a strong penetration to quell the running desire.

The detailed descriptions in books and magazines made me strip him naked as well. The pale and skinny cock slowly swelled in my hands. I guided it to the vagina and let it rub around, but I didn't have the courage to put it in the hole. The vulva began to contract and spasm, and the secretions from the lower body became more and more. I heard my brother scream out "Blood!" That was my first period.

My brother hurriedly picked up the rag and wiped the sofa, but the menstrual blood seeped into the velvet sofa after all, which was the origin of the stain. My eyes turned to the easel beside me with memories. It was my father's relic. Painting was his hobby and my brother also had a talent in this area. He once asked to paint for me, just like my father painted for my mother. I was afraid that the secret would be leaked, so I finally refused in a stern manner.

In a corner of the storage room are piled up my father's paintings. Most of the works were sold when he was in the hospital. The only ones left are my mother's nude photos. Those are my father's memories of my mother and of course they are not for sale.

One of the pictures shows me and my mother together. It was when I was thirteen years old, right? My naked mother held me naked in her arms while we sat on a rattan chair. I was holding a bright red apple with great excitement. Its meaning was unclear, as my father had his own meaning. At that time, it was not long since my first period and my breast buds were beginning to develop. My father must have noticed my growth, which was why he asked my mother to be included in the painting with me. My mother's breasts are beautiful and firm, contrasting with my pale and thin self. The light and shadows from the setting sun cast a brilliant golden color on the picture, making her naked skin seem blurred.

When the work was completed, my father hugged my mother and me as we admired the painting in front of the canvas. My mother looked at my father with her usual smile. I suddenly felt abandoned and left them to look for my lovely brother.

I was lost in my memories, unaware that my brother had been standing at the door for a long time. He coughed lightly, walked in slowly and sat down on the sofa. He put his hands in his hair, thinking about how to talk to me. I looked at his cheek lines from the side. His tall nose was raised like an eagle's beak. He was a replica of my father's image in the past, but his gentle eyes were inherited from my mother. We sat side by side on the sofa, letting time be silent.

Facing the small hole in the door panel, my brother turned his head and we smiled at each other. I reached out and touched his arm, where there were strong muscles. The hard work of the past few years had taken its toll. His eyes were looking into my bathrobe. I rolled my eyes at him and tucked my collar in. He smiled knowingly but his eyes moved to the hem. I followed his gaze and saw that the hem had been loosened, exposing my long thighs almost to the base. I reached out my hands to cover them again, and out of the corner of my eye I saw that the lower part of my brother's penis was already swollen, and the narrow trouser leg revealed the long tubular object. I wanted to stand up to avoid sinking again, but I was secretly measuring its shape and size in my mind. Maybe I was a typical slut?

I sat up straight, hiding the lust that was beginning to grow in my heart, but my brother's eyes were still wandering around. His sharp gaze seemed to have penetrated my clothes and caressed my smooth skin. I finally met his gaze and pulled him into my arms.

(5. End)

My brother nestled his head in my arms just like he did in the past, and turned around restlessly, trying to put his head into the bathrobe. I simply left the bathrobe open and let his cheek rest on my chest. The newly grown stubble felt a little painful and itchy on my skin. I held his head and combed his messy hair, letting him absorb the fragrance of my breasts.

He stretched out his left hand to hold the lower edge of the breast, extended his tongue and began to draw circles on the nipple, and his fingers gently squeezed the breast. The pale pink buds soon hardened and stood up, and he immediately pounced on them and sucked them, as passionately as he did back then. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. His kisses instantly covered my chest. He used his hands to roughly pull off the bra that was rolled up on top of me, freeing the only knot of my bathrobe.

My younger brother's reaction was no different from his. He was always speechless. He and he would pounce on each other immediately. My younger brother probably had this intention as well. I stopped him with my eyes and slowly took off his clothes. After several sexual experiences, I already know how to please a man and how to let a man please me. My brother has a good physique, with evenly distributed muscles and his pectoral muscles are plump and elastic. I leaned over and kissed them. My brother's face flushed, he could not contain his excitement, his thick penis was full of veins and seemed about to burst.

I held it and stroked it gently. My brother's penis was bigger than my boyfriend's, and the tip was especially spectacular, which reminded me of Lao Ai from the past. His pubic hair is quite thick, completely different from mine which is sparse. It extends from his navel all the way down, growing randomly like weeds near his penis. Some of them even parasitize and cling to the penis. Under the light, they sparkle with crystal light and tremble in a dark way. I wrapped them around my fingers and played with them and pulled them, and my brother impatiently wrapped his hands around my delicate hands and let them stay on his penis.

While I was lying down and kissing it, my brother hooked down my white cotton pants with his fingers. I moved my body to let it slip out from under my feet smoothly. My shaking hips and the faintly opening and closing of my vagina must have surprised my brother, so he immediately touched it. This was the first time for a sister and a brother to make love. I didn't want it to end in a hurry, so I tried to control the pace. I licked his penis lightly and was not in a hurry to put it in my mouth. It was so big that transparent liquid had seeped out of the tip, which was a sign of preparation for intercourse. The liquid tasted slightly sour and astringent, no different from other boyfriends.

My brother's fingers slowly inserted into my vagina. I could feel him going deeper and deeper. I felt his entry with all my heart and completely forgot about the rhythm. The slippery vaginal fluid fueled his excitement, he stood up and forced his penis into the narrow slit, and then he felt a crazy ecstasy.

I secretly compared the differences between my brother and my boyfriend. Apparently, there isn't much difference between them. Apart from the size of their organs and the length of time they've been together, maybe it's just the emotional investment? In a daze, I seemed to see again the infatuated look my mother gave my father. I longed for someone I could love like that. My brother and my boyfriend weren't one of them!

(over)

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I like to try to figure out women's psychology during sex, but I never know whether it is correct. My girlfriend doesn't give me much information, and maybe I have misinterpreted it. Who knows? Perhaps some knowledgeable netizen can help me clear up this confusion?

The reaction to "I" didn't seem to be very good, so it ended hastily. There were many mistakes in the plot arrangement, so please forgive me.