Chapter One: Sexual Awakening

It has been over three years since I returned to China after completing my studies in the Netherlands. Currently, I serve as the head of the data department for a foreign enterprise, responsible for controlling the operation of the company's commercial systems.

Six months ago, a chance encounter introduced me to Celine. She is the most beautiful and sexy Chinese woman I have ever seen in my life; the moment my eyes first fell upon her, an uncontrollable urge to take her to bed surged within me. Because we shared similar interests and came from comparable social backgrounds, our relationship developed with incredible speed. On my birthday three months into our relationship, Celine gave me a very special gift—her first time. Of course, it was also mine.

Not to make myself a laughingstock, but back when I lived in China, I was famously "straight-laced" and somewhat old-fashioned, so no girl ever showed interest in me. Forget sexual experience; I had never even experienced romance. Perhaps for the same reasons, my time in the Netherlands was devoid of any passionate flings. However, during those years abroad, I focused heavily on self-improvement, enhancing both my physique and my social skills. Now, standing at 1.78 meters and weighing nearly 75 kilograms, my muscles are firm and dense, giving me the appearance of a miniature American bodybuilder.

Let me describe my Celine. She is twenty-three years old and teaches elective courses at a middle school. Standing at 1.70 meters and weighing only 49 kilograms, her measurements are a delicate 81-59-79. Her face is exquisitely pretty and refined, featuring a petite, sexy nose and a frequent, slightly mischievous smile. Her short, jet-black hair gives her a very fresh, clean look. Her skin is incredibly smooth and fine; during our first time making love, I felt as though I had kissed every single inch of her body.

From the outside, Celine appears to be an avant-garde and somewhat slutty girl. However, after getting to know her, I discovered that due to her upbringing, her thoughts—while not strictly traditional—are quite conventional. Although we live together now and make love almost every day, she has never been willing to perform oral sex on me, let alone try anal sex or SM.

I have watched plenty of Japanese adult games and anime, Western adult films, and read countless erotic novels. I am eager to try oral, anal, and SM, but passion requires two willing participants. Whenever I bring it up, she either solemnly claims it isn't good for her health, or, when pressed, she simply says, "Maybe in the future..."

I also tried to influence her subtly through adult films, but whenever we watched them together, she seemed distracted. Once, she actually fell asleep mid-movie.

I love Celine deeply. She is my first girlfriend, and she is so beautiful that it is hard to find a single flaw in her. When we make love, she is willing to try various positions for vaginal intercourse, and her moans are quite impressive, so I have generally been satisfied.

Today is our one-year anniversary. I bought Celine a solid gold anklet as a gift, and she prepared a delicious feast. After two glasses of wine, Celine began to feel a little tipsy, her blushing cheeks looking incredibly inviting. An hour after dinner, we began our important daily ritual. As I began to undress her, I discovered she was wearing the sexy lingerie I had bought her long ago—the set she had always refused to wear. It seemed this was her gift to me.

The lingerie consisted of a black lace bra, a G-string, and black mesh stockings with garters. I gave her a grateful, long kiss. Then, trailing kisses down her porcelain neck, I didn't unhook the bra but instead pulled it up, allowing her breasts to spring free. Because of the compression from the bra, her breasts appeared even fuller. I used my right hand to knead one breast while squeezing the other with my left, teasing her nipples with the tip of my tongue. Celine began to let out soft, rhythmic moans: "Mmm... ahh..."

Next, my focus shifted downward. Using my hands and tongue, I stimulated her clitoris through the fabric of her panties. Soon, her juices soaked through, creating a large damp patch. As I continued to lick and tease, Celine could no longer hold back.

"Good man! Stop licking! Just put it in already!" she cried out coquettishly.

At that moment, I couldn't resist any longer. I released her and quickly stripped naked. Simultaneously, Celine removed her panties in a provocative pose, leaning over the dining table. She looked back at me with an incredibly lewd expression, arching her sexy hips with a playful shimmy. Guiding my penis with my hand, I rubbed it against her slit, feeling how incredibly wet she already was. Then, with one sudden thrust, I drove myself all the way in. Celine let out a sharp scream. After six months of being "opened up" by me, her slit felt only pleasure, not pain, no matter how hard I thrust.

As I continued to pump into her, her familiar, melodic moans rose in pitch.

"Ah... ah...! It feels so good inside! It's so intense! Ah...! Your big cock is going so deep! Ah... ah...! I'm going to fly to heaven!..."

Since we were standing in front of a full-length mirror, I could clearly see her lewd expression and her flattened breasts, her perky nipples rubbing against the surface of the table.

After half an hour of continuous thrusting, Celine suddenly let out a high-pitched, soaring cry. At the same moment, a torrent of heat surged from her slit. Pushing through the tide, I drove my penis in to the very hilt, and immediately after, I erupted, flooding her insides with a massive amount of semen.

Once finished, I quickly withdrew. Celine was still lost in the afterglow of her climax. I watched as her slit remained slightly agape, allowing a mixture of her juices and my semen to trickle slowly down her thighs. It was a scene of breathtaking passion. On a whim, I grabbed my professional Sony digital camera from the kitchen and, with lightning speed, took several close-up shots of her from behind before hiding the camera back in the cupboard. Celine was still dazed from her orgasm, only waking from her trance when I showered her neck with kisses. Then, we headed to the bathroom to play together in the water.

The next day, while Celine was out grocery shopping, I transferred the photos to my computer to admire them. The lighting and colors were perfect. Two were wide shots, showing her entire lower body and her smooth, jade-like back; the gold anklet was still around her left leg, adding an extra touch of sexiness. The mirror also captured her flattened breasts and her expression of lewd satisfaction. After admiring them, I compressed and encrypted the files, hiding them deep within my hard drive.

Two weeks later, my best friend, Gary, came to visit. Gary and I had been close since high school. When I went to study in the Netherlands, he followed me there to work, and I looked after him quite a bit during those years. When I returned to China, he followed. Gary was far more experienced with women than I was; since returning, he had cycled through several girlfriends, and every single one of them had been well-fucked. Today, he brought his current girlfriend, Fiona. I had seen Fiona a few times before; while she wasn't quite as beautiful as Celine, she was quite sexy, and one look at her told me she was a woman with a high libido. At the door, Fiona looked at me lewdly in front of Gary and licked her lips. Gary seemed unfazed, so I didn't know how to react.

Gary had come to run some programs on my computer, as his own was too old. While he worked, Fiona and I went to the living room to chat. Eventually, the conversation drifted toward sex. Fiona mentioned that she knew Gary had been with many women, but she didn't care because she loved making love herself. She told me they tried everything: standard intercourse, various positions, 69, anal, and SM—they played with different flavors every day. She claimed Gary always drove her to the brink of ecstasy. Then, Fiona added that she loved strong men, and noting that I was stronger than Gary, she began to caress my muscles. I glanced sideways at Gary; he was positioned so that he could see us clearly, but he seemed so absorbed in his computer that he hadn't noticed his girlfriend's advances. Shortly after, Gary finished his task and prepared to leave with Fiona. As she followed him out, Fiona pulled at her mini-skirt, revealing her white lace erotic panties and garters, while throwing a final provocative glance at me before they departed.

That night, while Celine was washing her hair, I launched a surprise attack. She was bent over with her head down, her hips arched upward. I lifted her skirt and pressed my face against her. Pushing her panties to the side, I used my tongue to lick up and down her labia while my fingers teased her clitoris. With shampoo covering her hair and face, she couldn't stand up or open her mouth, so she could only moan helplessly as I teased her. After she finished washing, she gave me a playful, indignant slap.

After plenty of foreplay, I turned off all the lights. I had Celine sit on the bed; the moonlight streaming through the window cast a milky, ethereal glow over her body, making her look incredibly alluring. Celine placed a contraceptive capsule at the entrance of her vagina. Since she had adverse reactions to oral pills and I didn't want to use condoms, she used these slow-release capsules that remain effective for twenty-four hours. Every time, she would place the capsule at the entrance and use my cock to push it deep inside. She gripped my shaft as she slowly sat down, and I felt my penis pierce through her and reach the very depths of her womb. Then, I had her lean forward; as she did, her breasts hung right in front of my face. Without hesitation, I grabbed them, taking her nipples into my mouth and sucking them hard!

"Ah... ah... you... making me... feel so good... don't move your hips... ah... ah... if you do that, I won't be able to take it... ah... ah... ah... ah... I'm going to die... ahhh...!"

As it turned out, while I played with her breasts, I was also intentionally thrusting my cock, driving her to the brink of madness. This intense stimulation quickly caused Celine to lose consciousness from the sheer pleasure! I continued to hold her as she drifted. After a while, she woke up, and I repeated the process, driving her into a trance several times until I finally erupted, shooting a day's worth of semen deep into her slit. Finally, everything went quiet.

Chapter Two: The Nude Photo Scandal

A few days later, Gary called me. His tone was uncharacteristically serious. He said he had something important to tell me and insisted I come to his house, leaving me feeling bewildered.

As soon as I entered Gary's home, I saw Fiona smiling at me with a look of pure schadenfreude. Gary led me to his computer and told me he had something to show me. He opened an image, and for a moment, I nearly fainted. It was the photo of Celine from that day! In the reflection of the mirror, her face was clearly visible, along with her naked body and her swollen, red slit, still dripping with semen.

I grabbed Gary by the collar. "Gary, what the hell is the meaning of this?"

"Look at how beautiful your Celine is. I've been lusting after her for a long time. I was just thinking... how about a little turn in her meat-hole?" Gary said, his eyes fixed on the close-up of Celine's slit.

"What did I ever do to you? Why has fate given me a friend like you?" I was nearly incoherent with rage.

Gary's smile vanished. "Let's not mince words. I'll give you three months. If I don't get to fuck Celine within those three months, I'll leak these photos online. Everyone will see her seductive body. Which do you think is better? Besides, it won't be for nothing—if you're willing, we can swap. You can have my Fiona. Her skills are top-tier; you won't feel like you're getting a bad deal!"

Fiona immediately leaned in, taking my hand and rubbing it against her breast. I thought to myself, *This little slut... she practically begs every man to fuck her.*

Feeling helpless, I told Gary I needed to think about it.

"You have three months. Once the time is up, the photos go out. I've already set up a program; even if something happens to me, the photos will automatically upload to various message boards. Think carefully," Gary said as he saw me out.

That night, while Celine was performing a few shallow strokes on me, the memory of the incident flashed through my mind, and my penis involuntarily slid out of her. Celine noticed my change in mood. She lay beside me, caressing my chest, and asked softly, "What's wrong today? Is something on your mind?"

I made an excuse, claiming the day had been exhausting. For the past two days, by two in the afternoon, I had been feeling so drained that I had to leave work early to nap.

As soon as I entered the house that day, before my feet had even settled, I heard Celine's lewd moans. I tiptoed toward the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, allowing me to see a strange man with his head buried between Celine's thighs. Celine was moaning loudly, her head tossing wildly. Then, an even more infuriating sight met my eyes: Celine was actively taking the man's cock into her mouth. She held his penis with a delicate hand, her tongue licking the glans and the opening, her lips sucking and her teeth gently grazing the ridge of the head, making the man tremble with pleasure. Clear fluid leaked from the tip, and the wet, slurping sounds of her sucking filled the entire room. Her right hand gripped the base of his shaft, pumping it vigorously in rhythm with her mouth.

I never imagined my "virtuous" Celine would be so slutty for another man while refusing to blow me. My rage boiled, yet my penis responded uncontrollably, throbbing painfully against my trousers. By then, Celine had finished her oral service. The man made her lie on her back and hoisted her legs up. I watched clearly as his cock disappeared into her slit. As he thrust into her, Celine let out uninhibited, filthy moans.

"Ah... ah... Spring... you're so powerful... you're going to break my slit... ah... ah... faster... harder... oh... ah...!"

The man lowered her legs and began kneading her breasts as if he were working dough, deforming them with his hands. Celine cooperated by arching her hips and thrusting her large, white buttocks upward, creating a wet, slapping sound as his thick cock drove deep into her, hitting her cervix and driving her to a frenzy of moans. No one would have guessed that the dignified Celine could be such a wanton slut for another man.

"Come... crush my breasts too..."

"Spring... the way you fuck me... is incredible... let me die... just kill me... ahhh...!" Celine cried out again, her juices flowing freely. Her hips were perched at the edge of the bed, and her fluids were dripping onto the floor.

As the man entered his final sprint, he delivered twenty or thirty heavy, punishing thrusts, growling, "That's it, you little bitch... since you love being fucked so much, maybe I'll bring some of my workmates over to take turns on you... until you're screaming for your mother!"

He reached his limit, his body tensing as he erupted, shooting massive amounts of semen deep into Celine. The heat made her whole body tremble; she clamped her legs around his hips as they both reached a climax together, before finally falling still.

I realized that if I confronted them right then, things might spiral out of control. It was better to plan carefully; after all, who knew how many times they had already done this? One or two more wouldn't matter. So, taking advantage of the moment, I slipped out of the house.

That night, as I entered Celine's body, the image from earlier flooded my mind. Driven by a desire for revenge, I lifted one of her legs and began thrusting into her with a violent, punishing rhythm. To my surprise, Celine seemed to relish it.

"Oh... so good... mmm... brother... your big cock... is amazing... ah... it's so full... mmm... hng..."

"Ah... why are you so strong today... ah... so deep... I can't take it... I'm going to... oh... my juices are coming out...!"

Celine's slit erupted with a heavy flow of arousal as her muscles pulsed around me. After a dozen more heavy thrusts, my tip tingled, and I sprayed my hot semen deep inside her.

The next morning before work, I connected a camera to my computer and hid it in the corner of the bedroom, pointed directly at the bed. A high-capacity hard drive would ensure it captured everything throughout the day.

After dinner that evening, I locked myself in my studio to review the footage. Surprisingly, the lover had not appeared. *Fine,* I thought, *there is no rush. I will wait until you return.* For several days, no erotic scenes unfolded. Then, one night, two weeks later, a familiar image appeared on the screen.

"Whew... so good... it's hitting... hitting the spot... ha... ha... oh! I'm... dying... it's killing me... ah!"

"Oh... so good... mmm... Spring... brother... your big cock... is amazing... it's so full... oh..."

I watched the passionate scene with rapt attention before walking into the bedroom, where Celine was watching TV.

Taking a deep breath, I called out, "Celine! Come here!"

Sensing my anger, she obediently followed me to the studio. When I replayed the footage, Celine burst into tears. Once she had calmed down slightly, I asked, "What is going on? Is this the end of us? Give me an explanation. Tell me the truth."

Through her sobs, Celine told me everything.

The man's name was Wang Chunhua, a fellow teacher at her school. They had met three months ago at a social gathering for young teachers. They hit it off, and Chunhua had been pressuring her to drink. Celine, a poor drinker, became heavily intoxicated after just one beer. Chunhua used the excuse of walking her home to take her to his place, where they had sex while she was semi-conscious. Afterward, Celine felt immense regret and wanted to end things, but he had been blackmailing her, threatening to tell me. Celine, loving me deeply and not wanting to ruin our relationship, had allowed him to keep coming back. On the other hand, while she felt immense guilt, the thrill of the affair was a temptation she couldn't quite resist.

Celine pleaded for a chance. She promised to quit her job, cut ties with Chunhua, and obey my every command from then on. Truthfully, I still loved her. What angered me most wasn't just that she had slept with another man, but that she hadn't considered me her ultimate sexual partner. When I asked why she wouldn't perform oral sex on me but would do it for him, she explained that since her vaginal sex was already so intense, she feared that if she tried other things with me, it would make her seem "too slutty" and ruin our relationship. I told her then: "I want a wife who is dignified and elegant in public, but incredibly lewd in bed."

Overwhelmed with regret, Celine begged for forgiveness. My anger had mostly subsided. Thinking about it, she had already let another man inside her; if I let her go now, who knows how many people would gloat? Besides, our sex life would likely become much more adventurous. And there was still the matter of Gary—I could settle things with him and perhaps even enjoy the body of that little slut Fiona. After all, even men have the thought that "the wife is better when she belongs to someone else!"

Finally, I told Celine I would give her a chance, but on one condition: from now on, she must follow my lead in all sexual matters. Without a second thought, Celine nodded eagerly, her tears turning into a smile.

I pulled a bottle of brandy from the cabinet and poured a glass for each of us. As we sipped, my eyes remained fixed on her. Celine seemed a little shy, as if we were back on our very first night. Indeed, we were starting over.

After a glass of brandy, Celine's cheeks flushed a beautiful red. I couldn't help but pull her into a kiss. She proactively slid her tongue into my mouth, tangling with mine. After a romantic, deep kiss, my hands traveled from behind to her chest, grasping her full breasts. I kneaded them, pinching her nipples with my fingers, before leaning in to kiss her lips and suck on her tongue again. Celine trembled under my touch. One hand slipped under her shirt into her bra to cup her heavy breasts, while the other worked the buttons of her shirt and bra until her upper body was completely bare.

Then, I launched a rapid-fire assault. One hand continued to tease her breasts while the other slipped into her panties to caress her pubic hair and labia, while my mouth latched onto a nipple to suck and bite. Celine went limp in my arms, and I had her sit on the floor. Then, I stripped myself naked and presented my rock-hard cock right in front of her.

Celine understood immediately. She knelt before me and, without hesitation, took my cock into her mouth, sucking slowly while watching my expression to see if she was pleasing me. She began by licking the tip, then made circular motions around the glans, before sliding her tongue along the underside. It felt incredible! She then moved her mouth from the tip to the base and back again, just like she was eating an ice cream cone, while her delicate hands massaged the head. Finally, she attempted to take my entire seven-inch shaft into her mouth, changing angles until she had me completely engulfed, moving her head in a rhythmic motion.

This was the first time Celine had ever given me oral sex. Watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth was a massive visual stimulant. Her mouth and tongue formed a tight tube around the head, and her tongue vibrated against me like a toy. Before long, the sensation was too much; just as I was about to pull out, my cock erupted inside her mouth. Once finished, I withdrew, and though she tried to close her mouth, some semen leaked down the corner of her lips. She clearly wasn't used to the taste and looked a bit nauseous. I gently stroked her back and told her to go spit it out. Celine looked into my eyes, smiled, and with two rhythmic gulps, swallowed every drop. She then licked the remaining semen from her chin and breasts, cleaning my cock perfectly. She told me it was her first time swallowing semen, but she was happy to do it for me because she loved me and found it wasn't bad at all. I hugged her and kissed her repeatedly in gratitude.

Facing this naked, sexy goddess, my cock hardened once more. I felt her slit; it was soaking wet. I had her lie on the edge of the bed with her legs raised, allowing me to thrust in and out of her with varying depths. This position gave me a perfect view of her slit, which was a massive visual thrill. Since we had already finished once, I was able to last much longer, driving her into a state where her juices were flowing everywhere and her limbs felt weak.

After forty minutes of continuous thrusting, I once again erupted deep within her. Celine had lost track of how many orgasms she had experienced. Holding her close, we both fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I called Gary and told him that Celine would agree to let him have one turn, but since the deadline was still far off, he had to do something for me first. I gave him a brief rundown of the situation with Wang Chunhua and asked him to find someone to teach Chunhua a lesson so he would stop bothering her. Gary agreed readily. It seemed that even if I was going to let Gary fuck Celine, our friendship was still intact. I thought to myself: in the remaining month and a half, I would fully explore Celine's body before letting her go to Gary. And after that, there was still Fiona! The future looked bright!

First, I wanted Celine to try anal sex. To that end, I went to an erotic boutique and bought everything we might need, waiting for nightfall.

Around nine o'clock, when her food should have been well-digested, I spread the items out before her. I explained the use of each item, promising her that I would be gentle. I could see in her eyes a mix of anticipation and fear.

I stripped her quickly and nakeded myself. I had her lie on the dining table with her hips arched up. After licking and sucking her slit, I inserted an electric dildo into her vagina and turned it to the highest setting. Celine let out a series of heart-wrenching moans. While her attention was focused on the vibration inside her, I applied lubricant around her anus and massaged it with my hands. Then, using my fingers, I teased her sphincter until it relaxed. Once she was ready, I used a large syringe to inject three tubes of lubricant deep into her rectum. When I asked how it felt, she said she just felt a bit of fullness. Then, I had her put on a special leather panty that featured two protrusions—one large for the vagina and one small for the anus. I inserted the large one into her slit and the small one into her anus, then tightened the garment and locked it with a small brass lock. This kept the leather firmly in place and prevented the lubricant from leaking out.

Next, I took her to the living room. While watching an adult film, I had her perform oral sex on me. After about half an hour, she complained of discomfort. Sensing the time was right, I had her stand by the bathtub, bending over with her rear toward the tub. When I unfastened the leather panties, a large amount of lubricant mixed with a bit of waste poured out. Celine looked incredibly relieved. Because of the half-hour of stretching and soaking, her anus was quite relaxed, forming a small, round opening. Using a special small brush, I gently cleaned her anus and the walls of her rectum with water, which elicited many more of her sweet moans. It seemed this was another one of her erogenous zones; we would certainly be doing a lot of anal sex in the future.

After cleaning her, her legs were weak from pleasure. I helped her onto the bed in a prone position with her hips raised. First, I inserted a vibrating egg into her anus and turned it on. Celine trembled uncontrollably, letting out muffled moans. Then, I drove my cock into her vagina with violent thrusts. After about fifty strokes, I pulled the vibrating egg out; it was coated in a thick, viscous fluid. It seemed her rectum produced its own lubrication—a rare treasure indeed.

I began to slide my cock inch by inch into her anus. Celine let out moans that sounded almost like sobs. Once I felt I had reached the hilt, I switched to a slow, rhythmic thrusting. Her lewd moans returned.

"Oh... oh... it's so full... oh... you're scraping all my juices away... your big head is making me so numb... oh... it's so good... I'm dying... I'm going to come...!"

Soon, her thighs were soaking wet; she had climaxed vaginally, and her juices were flowing everywhere.

Her anus was still a bit tight, so after a few more thrusts, I erupted deep in her rectum. As she lowered her hips, I pressed my body against hers, my penis still inside her anus, while my hands kneaded her breasts. I whispered in her ear, "You suffered for my pleasure. Does it hurt now?"

"Actually, having you in my back feels just as good," she said playfully. "Anal is so much fun! In the future, you have to share your love between my slit and my back!"

I gave her nose a gentle tap. "You slut! Don't forget you have three holes; I intend to distribute my attention equally among them!"

"Fine! As long as you let me have a few more 'soy milk' sessions!" she joked.

I didn't answer, only licked her neck until she giggled.

As for Wang Chunhua, word reached me that he had been mugged on his way home from work. Not only did they take his valuables, but they also beat his right leg so badly it was nearly broken. It seemed he would never walk normally again. Celine also successfully resigned from her job.

Chapter Three: The First Swap

Happy days pass far too quickly. The deadline to "deliver" Celine to Gary was approaching.

I explained the situation to Celine. She gave me a playful slap and leaned into my arms. "It's all your fault! Who told you to take those nude photos? Now that they're in someone else's hands, we have to let them dictate what we do." She paused, looking up at me. "But if I let him fuck me, will you think I've lost my virtue and leave me?"

"It's all my fault," I told her. "Now, since it is *my* request that you let Gary have one turn, of course I won't blame you. As long as you don't hate me, I'll be happy."

"Fine! Don't blame yourself. You gave me a chance before, so now it's my turn to give you one! We're even! But... don't you dare get jealous when he's inside me!" Celine teased.

"How could I?" I replied, kissing her repeatedly.

Then, I called Gary and told him he could choose a day to come over. However, there were three conditions: first, he had to provide a clean bill of health regarding STDs; second, it had to take place at my house; and third, this time he was only allowed to use her vagina. If he wanted to try the other holes, we could discuss it later. Gary agreed to any condition just for the chance to taste Celine.

Two days later, the appointed day arrived. I had set up the cameras in advance, as my goal was to record this passionate scene. Before Gary arrived, I told Celine about the cameras and told her not to feel constrained; if she enjoyed herself, so would I. Then, I had her lie on the bed with her legs apart, pushed her panties aside, and personally inserted a contraceptive capsule into her slit.

When Gary arrived, he had clearly just showered. After checking his health certificate, I stepped out for a while to give them privacy.

When I returned in the evening, Celine had washed up and was waiting for me. I couldn't wait to turn on the computer and watch the footage of her and Gary. It was a spectacular erotic performance, especially with my lewd girlfriend as the star.

The footage showed that after I left, Celine invited Gary into the bedroom. Gary grabbed her and began kissing her face wildly. Perhaps because she knew the camera was watching, Celine was somewhat passive at first.

After satisfying his oral cravings, Gary said with mock sincerity, "Sister-in-law! I've admired you for a long time, so it was a bit of a dirty trick to use those photos. You don't blame me, do you? Can we take things a step further now?"

In a whisper, Celine replied, "Do you want me to undress myself?"

"No need! Let me serve you!" Gary chirped as he began to strip her.

Gary didn't undress her from the outside in like most men. Instead, he dove his hands straight under her clothes, peeling her layers away like an orange skin. Within minutes, her bra, shirt, panties, and trousers were all stripped away, leaving her completely naked.

Celine, blushing furiously and feeling incredibly shy, tried to cover her breasts with one hand and her private area with her discarded panties as Gary lifted her onto the bed.

Gary stripped himself bare and leaned over her shoulders. "How should we play?"

Celine lay back and whispered shyly, "Fry me or boil me—it's up to you."

Gary laughed. "Fine! A fish must be flipped on both sides to fry properly. Today, I'm going to flip you over and over until you're satisfied!"

Gary pulled Celine to the edge of the bed and hoisted her white, jade-like legs high, gripping her ankles as he shoved his rigid cock into her hairy slit. Gary's back was to the camera, partially obscuring Celine's body, but her facial expressions were crystal clear. As his penis entered her, her brows furrowed slightly.

But as he began to move inside her, a smile of pure satisfaction spread across her face. This was the side of her in bed that I admired most.

I was completely captivated by her beauty during intercourse. Through the glow of the computer screen, her face was flushed with passion. Her eyes were misty and seductive, and her pale hands occasionally caressed Gary's chest muscles. Her pink legs were held high, the gold anklet still glinting on her ankle, making her feet look even more exquisite.

Gary worked his hips relentlessly, driving his thick shaft into her vulva. After a short time, the muscles in his buttocks began to quiver, indicating he was about to ejaculate inside her. Celine's limbs wrapped around him like an octopus.

Eventually, they separated. Celine lay beside him to rest. I could see her slit, which had just been worked by a man. Her pubic hair was sparse, and her plump labia appeared slightly swollen and flushed from the friction. As she moved her thighs, her small, semen-filled hole peeked out momentarily before her labia closed again. Her legs were a beautiful, flushed white, looking like a perfectly carved jade sculpture.

Then, Celine got up and walked out of the room. A moment later, she returned with a warm, damp towel. She carefully wiped Gary's lower body, placed the towel on the nightstand, and then lay in his arms, taking his softening penis into her small, cherry-like mouth to suck on it.

Gary hurriedly stopped her. "Your husband only allowed me to play with your slit!"

Celine gave a mischievous smile, her red tongue continuing to swirl around his shaft while her seductive eyes drifted toward the camera. My own excitement surged, my "little brother" throbbing against my underwear. I reached between Celine's legs; she was just as wet as she was watching the screen. I stripped off my underwear, pulled her onto me in a seated position, and drove my cock into her hole.

"Ah!" Celine cried out, her eyes still fixed on the screen. As I watched the monitor, I thrust slowly and deeply. Thanks to my training, Celine's oral skills were now superb; she would take the whole shaft in and then pull back to lick and tease. Seeing Gary's cock hardening again, it seemed a second round was imminent. Celine continued to suck on him, her white buttocks presented perfectly to the camera. Her slit looked clean, likely from her recent washing. My attention drifted to her feet—the pink soles, the rounded heels, and the golden anklet on her calf.

Celine suddenly moved, straddling Gary. She held his hard shaft, guided her slit over the head, and began to slide her white buttocks up and down, taking him inside her.

The high-definition camera captured the union of their organs with startling clarity. As she lowered herself, her white labia were pushed inward by his thickness. As he withdrew, the tender flesh was pulled outward. After a while, Celine seemed tired; she moved to the floor and turned to face the wall, arching her hips like a bitch in heat, waiting to be taken!

Gary rubbed his cock against her slit unhurly, and Celine looked at him with longing eyes.

Taking advantage of a moment when she wasn't looking, Gary drove himself all the way in. Celine let out a lewd cry and began thrusting her hips back to meet him. Gary attacked her with a fierce rhythm until he finally erupted deep inside her. Celine licked him clean before letting him rest.

After watching this incredible scene, I looked at Celine, who had her eyes closed, enjoying my thrusts.

When I stopped, she turned to look at me with questioning eyes. "Didn't I say he was only allowed to use your slit?" I asked with mock reproach.

Celine giggled. "Well, how are you going to punish me?"

I took a rope and tied her hands behind her back, then used a scarf to blindfold her.

As I began to tease her with both hands and mouth, her blindness made her incredibly sensitive. Within minutes, she reached a climax. As she came, I inserted my penis, enjoying the rhythmic pulsing of her walls.

Once she calmed down, I untied her and had her lie prone with her white buttocks raised. I inserted an electric dildo into her already flooded slit. Celine immediately went into a trance. Then, I slowly slid my cock into her anus. Her rectum was already producing plenty of lubrication, and as I thrust, the sensation was incredible—the internal ridges of her rectum scraped my glans, and the vibration from the dildo in her vagina added to the intense stimulation. After several more orgasms, I finally ejaculated deep in her rectum.

The next evening, after dinner, I went to Gary's house to settle the score. After knocking for a while, Gary opened the door wearing only his underwear. Seeing it was me, he asked impatiently, "What is it?" Without a word, I entered the living room. Gary closed the door and followed. "Didn't I warn you to only use her slit? Now, how are you going to fix this?"

At that moment, Gary's girlfriend, Fiona, emerged from the bedroom completely naked, looking at me lewdly. "Then let me use my body to make it up to you!" she suggested. Gary muttered, "We just started, and you're already here. Fine, join in. I don't mind."

"I'd be honored," I replied. After stripping, Fiona had me sit in a chair while she knelt before me, taking my cock into her mouth. As she sucked, she arched her hips, and Gary, in perfect sync, entered her from behind, thrusting vigorously. Soon, Fiona was too exhausted to continue sucking, merely holding my thighs and panting.

I signaled for a change in position. Gary had Fiona stand, leaning her upper body forward until she was parallel to the floor, while he continued to thrust from behind, holding her hands. I cupped Fiona's face as my cock moved rapidly in her mouth. Soon, I erupted, half of the semen going into her mouth and the other half splashing across her face.

Two days later, before Celine went out to shop, Fiona called; she was already waiting downstairs. Since we hadn't truly had sex last time, she had snuck over to test my "weapon" behind Gary's back. *This little slut,* I thought, *let's see how she handles me.*

As soon as she entered, she stripped and pushed me onto the sofa. She tore off my trousers and took my cock into her mouth, sucking vigorously. Once I was hard enough, she climbed on top.

Perhaps because Fiona was so experienced, her vagina felt somewhat loose, which made the initial thrusts feel a bit muted—no wonder Gary could last so long. I flipped her over, pinning her beneath me, and used my cock to swirl around her entrance before driving in with heavy thrusts. Soon, she reached her first climax. As she came, I withdrew to see her slit pulsing and oozing juices. Once she calmed down, I asked why she felt so loose.

Fiona explained that since she was forced by her foster father at sixteen, she had been promiscuous, having slept with nearly twenty men. While Gary was her main man, she didn't mind sharing her experiences with others.

I suggested taking some passion photos of her, and she happily posed in various lewd positions. I captured shots of her performing oral sex, deep penetrations, and close-ups of her genitalia. Since the affair with Celine, my interest in erotic photography had grown.

Next, I decided to tackle her "back door." Fiona mentioned she hadn't had anal sex with Gary recently, so she asked me to give her an enema first. I suggested adding a little "flavor"—making her play the part of a bitch. Fiona happily let me put a collar around her neck and led her to the bathroom. With one leg raised, I performed the enema. Then, I led her to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, where she crawled on the floor like a dog, her hips arched high. I pressed down on her back and slowly inserted my cock into her anus.

Her rectum was much tighter than her vagina, though she didn't seem to feel much sensation there. However, she discovered her breasts were incredibly sensitive. Under my dual assault, she reached another climax. I then transitioned back to her vagina and erupted inside her. Finally, we took a few more close-ups, including one where she held her own buttocks apart to showcase her semen-soaked slit.

We played for a long time, and only let her go just before Celine was due home. Since the camera had never been moved, the footage of me playing with Fiona like a bitch was captured perfectly. One day, I'd engrave a disc and send it to Gary as a "thank you."

A few days later, Gary called to discuss the "partner swap." I told him I needed to ask Celine. That night, after making Celine climax repeatedly, we talked about it. Gary was using the photos to pressure us. Celine sighed. "I know you men are never satisfied with one woman. Since I've already been with Gary once, what difference does it make? Besides, if you don't take his girlfriend, it's only fair to him." Little did she know, I had already explored all three of Fiona's holes.

The next day, I told Gary to bring Fiona over on Saturday. The real reason was that my house was spacious enough to accommodate the filming. I bought two high-performance Sony video cameras and set them all up before Saturday arrived.

On Saturday, Gary arrived on time but apologetically said Fiona was on her period, so her "two holes" were off-limits. *That bastard,* I thought, *he's playing me.* Celine led Gary to the bathroom to shower. Fiona, having stripped, knelt before me to perform oral sex. Today she wore a cotton bra and panties, clearly using a tampon. However, she wore white lace stockings and red four-inch heels, looking incredibly sexy.

Fiona set some ground rules: since she was on her period, I couldn't touch her lower body or her breasts, or she might get too excited. I could only let her perform oral while gently stroking her hair and back. Soon, Gary and Celine emerged from the bathroom, looking flushed as if they had already had a round in there. Celine stole a glance at us, then quickly looked away.

They set up on the sofa opposite us. Celine leaned back, and Gary hoisted one of her legs, thrusting his cock into her without hesitation. Since I had groomed her pubic hair just yesterday, I could clearly see his shaft moving in and out of her slit, the vaginal walls stretching with every stroke. This was Celine's first time being fucked by another man in front of her husband; she didn't dare moan loudly, but her expression showed she was experiencing pleasure far beyond the norm.

Watching my wife be taken by another man while Fiona worked on me was an intense double stimulation. Soon, I couldn't hold back. I pressed Fiona's head down, driving my cock deep into her throat as I erupted. Fiona swallowed obediently, moaning as she gulped my semen. On the other side, Celine reached her climax under the dual stimulation, her body trembling as her slit gripped Gary's shaft, and Gary finally released his load.

Then came the second round. Since Fiona's "holes" were off-limits, we focused entirely on Celine. I lay on the floor, and Celine took my cock into her vagina. Since it was already filled with Gary's semen, it was incredibly slick. As she leaned forward, Gary inserted his cock into her anus. We attacked her from both ends while Fiona playfully sucked on Celine's nipples. Celine finally broke, letting out loud, lewd cries. When I tried to reach for her other breast, I found Gary had already claimed it. I reached for Fiona's breast instead; she shivered and tried to pull away. I focused back on Celine, and she reached yet another peak under our combined assault.

During the day, Gary and I used every position imaginable to explore every one of Celine's exquisite holes.

After dinner, once we saw them out, Celine and I went to bed early. She playfully hit me. "We're so bad! My two holes are aching. You really treat me like a blow-up doll!"

As I caressed her entrance and anus, I asked, "Well, would you be willing to be my doll?"

She gave a playful "Hmph!" but her hands were already working my cock, leading us into another bout of passion.

Over the next few weeks, we had several more four-person sessions. Sometimes Gary and I would attack Celine, and sometimes we would attack Fiona. We both grew to love the thrill of the game.

Chapter Four: Unforeseen Complications

That autumn, my company and Gary's company were collaborating on a project for a multinational corporation. I was the project lead, and Gary was the coordinator.

The client, a Mr. Zhang, was being incredibly difficult, making it seem as though we wouldn't meet the deadline. One day, Gary asked if I knew why. He explained that the project was vital to our careers. He had discovered that Mr. Zhang loved group sex. Gary and Fiona had already had a few private sessions with him, and he was almost ready to relent. However, during the last session at Gary's house, Mr. Zhang accidentally saw the stolen nude photos of Celine.

Now, Mr. Zhang was insisting that Celine and I join him for a session. He claimed that if his wish were granted, the project would proceed smoothly and we could all become friends. Gary urged me, noting that although Mr. Zhang was nearly fifty, his new wife, Mei, was only twenty-six—a gorgeous, lewd little thing. He claimed she had a "famous" vagina with incredible contraction power and was completely hairless.

The idea made my blood stir, but I had to consult Celine first. Because of our recent "swapping" adventures, Celine and I were quite open-minded about sex as a form of play. We quickly reached an agreement.

When we met Gary again, I told him the news but expressed concern about Mr. Zhang's health, asking for a medical certificate. Gary argued that since he was a client, it might be awkward to ask, but he assured me that Mr. Zhang was a gentleman and unlikely to have STDs. We agreed to host the "public relations ceremony" at my house, and at Mr. Zhang's request, Gary and Fiona would join us.

That evening, we hosted Mr. Zhang at a five-star hotel. His wife, Mei, was indeed stunning. While not quite as sexy as Celine, she was incredibly cute. She wore a provocative blue dress with a very short skirt, black pantyhose, and white four-inch heels.

Celine wore a low-cut evening gown with high slits up the thighs. She looked elegant yet incredibly sexy, though she was secretly "fully armed" underneath with tiny lingerie and black garters. Since there were only six of us in the private room and everyone knew what was coming, Mr. Zhang's hands were restless, roaming over Celine's thighs throughout dinner. Because we couldn't offend him, Celine played along, which only seemed to heighten his interest. Meanwhile, Mei was flirting with Gary and throwing glances at me.

Later, Celine excused herself to the restroom, and Mr. Zhang followed. When they returned a long time later, Celine looked slightly displeased. After dinner, we took two taxis back to my house. Celine shared a car with Mr. Zhang, while I rode with Gary and Fiona. When Celine got out, she was wiping her mouth with a tissue. Once we were in the living room, she whispered to me that while she was washing her hands at the hotel, Mr. Zhang had burst in, grabbed her from behind, hiked up her dress, and fucked her right there, finishing with a mess of semen on her buttocks. In the taxi, he had even demanded oral sex. As she spoke, a faint scent of semen drifted from her mouth, but the lewdness of it only excited me.

I comforted her, saying it was just part of the game.

In the living room, the TV was playing a video Mr. Zhang had brought—a recording of his previous partner swaps. On the screen, Mei was being taken by three men: one from the vagina, one orally, and one anally.

I looked at Mei; she noticed my gaze, licked her lips lewdly, and immediately unzipped Gary's trousers to take his cock into her mouth while winking at me.

My girlfriend, Celine, was sitting on Mr. Zhang's lap, her breasts and slit already in his hands. Fiona approached me, wanting me to lick her. I stripped her of her skirt, panties, and stockings, then used my tongue to tease her labia and clitoris until she was moaning in delight.

Meanwhile, Mr. Zhang had Celine's top stripped to her waist. He had her lift her skirt and push her slit over his hard cock. Celine wrapped her arms around his head, moving her hips as he sucked her nipples with loud, wet sounds.

Seeing Fiona was soaking wet, I lifted her legs onto the sofa arm and thrust into her. Mr. Zhang signaled for me to switch. I pulled out of Fiona, and he had Celine lie in a 69 position over Fiona so she could lick Celine's slit. He then took my place, wetting his cock in Celine's mouth before sliding it into Fiona's anus, then back into Celine's mouth so she would taste the remnants of Fiona's essence.

While feeling a bit jealous, I saw Mei was still performing oral on Gary while simultaneously shaking her hips at me. Seeing this, I lunged at her. I realized she wasn't wearing anything under her pantyhose, so instead of undressing her, I simply tore a hole at her crotch and thrust straight in.

As Gary had said, she was a "famous" specimen; her vagina was full of incredible ridges that scraped my glans, and her contractions were powerful. She was also quite shallow, her cervix hitting my head with every thrust. I noticed a gold ring pierced through her clitoris and began to tug on it as we moved.

Gary and I continued our rhythm while watching the other pair. Celine had moved from Fiona to the sofa to catch her breath, while Mr. Zhang was busy with Fiona. Suddenly, Mr's Zhang delivered several heavy thrusts and erupted inside her. Seeing this, Gary couldn't hold back and finished in Mei's mouth, which she swallowed eagerly. I also finished inside Mei, her body jerking in a climax as the hot semen hit her.

We all cleaned up in the bathroom and emerged completely naked. I noticed Mei had rings in her clitoris and both nipples. Mr. Zhang then announced he wanted something more "special." He had me sit on the sofa and had Mei sit on my lap, facing away, so her slit would naturally encompass my cock. Then, he handed a leather whip to Gary and told him to lash Mei's breasts. Every time the whip struck her, her vagina would contract violently. Mei clearly loved the sensation, reaching a peak so intense that if I hadn't just finished, she would have sucked the semen right out of me.

Next, Mr. Zhang used ropes to suspend Fiona, then inserted two high-powered vibrators into her vagina and anus. Just as she was about to climax, Mr. Zhang used a fine needle to pierce her clitoris and add a gold ring. Fiona's scream lasted a full minute as she reached an unprecedented orgasm, resulting in a sudden loss of bladder control that sprayed a mixture of urine and juices into the air.

As for Celine, Mr. Zhang had us help her into a full-body leather suit, leaving only her mouth, breasts, slit, and anus exposed. He then produced a long, spiked dildo sheath, lay on the floor, and signaled for Celine to sit on him. As we helped her lower herself, the spiked sheath entered her slit, making her let out a pained moan. It felt like a coarse brush scraping her insides.

The sensation drove her to a quick climax. As Mr. Zhang continued to ravage her, Gary and I took our positions—me at her mouth and Gary at her anus. Mei was still in a daze from her own ordeal, and Fiona was busy rubbing her clitoris. After Gary and I both finished in Celine's mouth and rectum, Mr. Zhang pressed her down and drove his spiked sheath into her one last time. As she reached another peak, he used his needle to pierce her two nipples, adding rings to them as well. Blindfolded, the sudden sharp pain sent her into a frenzy of orgasms, her slit spraying juices rhythmically. Mr. Zhang then removed the sheath and drove his bare cock into her, enjoying her intense contractions before finally erupting deep inside her.

After they left, Celine and I lay on the sofa, exhausted. She leaned on my shoulder and whispered that she truly felt like a blow-up doll. I apologized for the "business" making her suffer.

After resting, Celine stood before the mirror, looking at her transformed body. She asked if the rings on her breasts made her look more beautiful, playfully tugging on the one on her right. They were beautiful, but I worried about her long-term health, so after taking some more sexy photos, we removed them.