I am twenty-one years old with a figure that turns heads, especially my provocative, heavy breasts that strain against my clothes as if they might burst free at any moment. Because the university where I study is near my sister's home, I live with her and my brother-in-law. He is a policeman whose life is a mix of extreme boredom and debauchery; he watches porn at home and chases women when he's out. He often notices men intentionally brushing against my buttocks, their hands sliding lightly over my curves. To save face, I usually stay quiet and pretend nothing happened.

Many of his male colleagues have asked him to help them pursue me, but he always rejects them sternly. In truth, I feel he has been lusting after me for a long time. It is hardly surprising; how could a man not feel the impulse when living with a beautiful, youthful, and innocent girl in the prime of her life? A pure maiden who has never known the touch of a man, a tender little treasure who struggles under a man's coercion and feels nervous, fearful, and ashamed beneath his loins... any man would lose control.

His colleagues often joke: "If you ever get Amy into bed, her performance will be something truly special."

One Sunday at noon, while my sister was away, my brother-in-law finally decided to take action. He walked into my room, and a wave of youthful fragrance drifted toward him. I was lying on my stomach reading a book, my pale, smooth thighs looking like polished ivory, while a tiny, provocative skirt barely covered my rounded bottom. At that moment, his son was also in the room drawing. Not wanting to miss the chance, my brother-in-law sat on the edge of the bed. "What are you reading, Amy?" he asked, naturally resting his hand right between the cheeks of my buttocks.

"Amy!" I called out, but he didn't react to my voice. His hand began to apply slow pressure, yet I remained still. He spread his fingers wide, covering most of my left buttock with his large hand. As the pressure increased, I felt the weight of his desire. "Brother-in-law, don't do this..." I whispered softly.

Caught between excitement and nerves, his hand trembled as he continued to caress me through the fabric of my skirt. He stole glances at me; though embarrassed, I didn't truly resist. Boldly, he slid his hand beneath the hem of my skirt, and in an instant, the warmth of his palm met my skin.

"Amy, your little bottom feels so good!"

Realizing his intentions, I tried to gently push his hand away, but he ignored me, continuing to grope my firm flesh. My panties were so thin they felt like they weren't even there, making his touch even more pleasurable. By now, he had hiked up my skirt, and he caught sight of my white lace panties!

Because his son was present, I didn't dare react too strongly, which only emboldened him. He chuckled and said to the boy, "Ming, Auntie is so beautiful!"

Not wanting to be outdone, I glanced at him and teased the boy, "Ming, Daddy is being so naughty!"

Hearing this, he grew even more aroused, his manhood swelling visibly. He quickly sent Ming away and, unable to wait a moment longer, stripped away my panties. My bare, white, tender buttocks were laid bare before him, making him salivate.

"Amy, you are so white," he murmured while stroking me. I shook my head in a sort of delicious torment, wriggling my hips to escape his touch. He became increasingly frantic. "Can Brother-in-law make love to you? Please?"

As my resistance grew, he delivered a sudden slap to my rear. A red handprint bloomed on my snowy skin, and I cried out in pain. "Tell me, do you want to play with me? Say it!" he commanded fiercely. "Dammit, don't ignore me! Say it—you belong to your brother-in-law!" As he spoke, he pulled a small knife from his pocket and playfully nudged the entrance of my anus.

A shiver ran through my entire body. "No... don't touch there!" I cried. But he didn't listen, pushing the tip a little deeper. "Please... don't... okay, okay! I'll say it! I'm yours!"

"Hehe!" He ripped off my skirt and flipped me over. My plump, pale mound and the fine, soft dark hair of my pubis were exposed to the daylight, leaving him staring blankly in awe.

Taking advantage of his daze, I tried to scoot back. "Don't... Brother-in-law... please!"

"Don't? Hehe, he doesn't want to either, but..."

"But what?"

"His cock is already rock hard. What do you think we should do?"

Blushing deeply, I lowered my head. "Fine... but you must promise, just this once!"

"Yes! Yes! He promises!" he exclaimed.

I unbuttoned my shirt, and as it fell open, my large, white, round breasts sprang free. "My god, you weren't wearing a bra!" he gasped, reaching out to seize the two heavy spheres as they bounced in the air.

"Ah! They feel so bouncy!"

He surrendered himself to the desecration of nature's masterpiece, teasing my nipples with his fingers, rubbing my palms against them, and then squeezing them tightly. Under his ministrations, soft moans escaped my lips.

By now, all that remained of my clothing was my open white shirt and a pair of small white socks, making me look even more seductive. He impatiently pushed me down onto the bed and thrust eagerly into my untouched vagina. A wave of warmth enveloped his sensitive shaft. He wasn't wearing a condom, and the sensation of my tight, hot honey-pot gripping his penis was overwhelming. He began to pump frantically, the soul-stirring sensation of skin hitting skin beyond words.

"Ahhh! It feels so good! Amy, you're so tight!"

*I want Amy! I can take her! I've already taken her!* He reveled in the pleasure of this beautiful body, using a rhythm of four shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Every time he lunged deep, a cry escaped me, and my breasts danced with his rhythm. While thrusting, he reached up to play with my breasts, occasionally leaning down to kiss my mouth. My hands gripped the bedsheets tightly as I moaned in exquisite agony.

"Ah... it's too much!"

"Ah... no!"

My pitiful expression and pained moans drove him into a frenzy of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "Little treasure, you're much more fun than your sister, hehe!" He sped up, and my cries grew louder.

"Ah... slow—ah... slow down! Please, be gentle!"

My pleas seemed to stimulate his nerves even more. He switched his rhythm, driving deep four times and shallow once, attacking me with even more ferocity. After twenty minutes of this, he could no longer hold back, erupting deep inside me with waves of thick, hot semen.

Usually, he lasted thirty or forty minutes with my sister, but because my vagina was so incredibly tight, he couldn't last past twenty. Yet, those twenty minutes were enough to devastate me. I lay sprawled on the bed, exhausted, while he took the opportunity to snap naked photos of me with his camera.

Afterward, whenever my sister was away or distracted, he used those photos to ravage my tempting body time and again. Sometimes, even when she was in the room, he would find ways to touch my breasts or squeeze my hips when she wasn't looking. For a long time, it remained at the level of fondling and kneading. Whenever the tension grew so high that he tried to move further, I would grab his hand and softly plead with him to stop.

One day, unable to contain himself, he found a moment to whisper, "Wait for me at three o'clock tonight."

That night, he slipped into my room quietly, locked the door, and turned on the light. I was tucked under a duvet when he entered. "Come in," I said, "be careful not to catch a cold."

"Wow! So proactive! This is amazing!" He stripped hurriedly and slid under the covers. We rolled and tossed across the large bed, completely naked.

Pressing myself against him, I whispered near his ear, "What do you want now, Brother-in-law?"

He began to grope my slippery, smooth skin. My soft, boneless fingers wrapped around his penis, slowly stroking him. My lips kissed his chest as I moved downward, past my belly, to his crotch. Looking up at his ecstatic expression, a triumphant smile crossed my face. Then, I opened my mouth and took him in. My pink tongue swirled around the hard, glistening head, while my hands gently caressed his scrotum.

Though my movements were tender, his body was like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Watching my warm tongue work upon him, he couldn't help but moan, thinking of how this proud university student was now so submissive to him. My mouth worked feverishly, kissing and sucking him until he was completely engulfed.

Overwhelmed by excitement, he thrust his hips, making his cock pulse in my mouth. The sensation was so intense he felt he was about to burst!

"I..." he gasped, trying to pull away.

But instead of retreating, I sucked harder, my hands gripping his buttocks. He finally lost all control. With a loud cry, his hips jerked, and a hot stream of semen shot deep into my throat.

"Gulp... gulp..." I took it all, continuing to suck until the pulsing of his glans subsided, before finally pulling away and licking him clean.

With a sweet smile, I used a warm towel to wipe him before curling into his arms like a little bird. He kissed my cheek and stroked my hair. As my thighs rubbed against him and my hands brushed his chest, we shared a passionate kiss. My tongue danced in his mouth, and soon, his manhood became hard and hot once again.

Sensing the stirrings between his legs, I moaned coquettishly, "Oh! You're so naughty..." Then, playing hard to get, I shyly pushed him away and turned around. This act of feigned resistance only drove him crazier. He pinned me to the bed and began to work me with a ferocity that was almost painful, yet I simply endured his roughness in silence.

My little flower was exceptionally tight due to the tension of our secret affair. He intensified his assault, thrusting wildly until my mind grew hazy and all that escaped my throat were low, rhythmic moans. Hearing those lewd sounds, he moved with even greater pleasure.

After about twenty minutes, my juices had soaked a large patch of the bed. He commanded me to stand and face the wall, leaning forward to support myself. He spread my legs and entered me from behind once more.

Not knowing how long he would continue, I decided to make him finish quickly. I began to writhe my hips and waist to meet his thrusts, letting out the most wanton moans and putting on a face of pure overwhelmed bliss. After only a dozen more powerful thrusts, he pulled out and erupted, coating my breasts in a thick spray of warm semen. Not satisfied, he used his fingers to scoop the essence up, smearing it onto my tongue and forcing me to swallow every drop.

The next morning, my sister asked him to drive me to school. He was secretly delighted but kept a straight face. Instead, he drove me to a hotel where he usually spent his time fooling around. Once the door was locked, he couldn't wait to embrace and kiss me. Today, I was wearing a yellow sundress; with my light makeup and long hair, my pale skin radiated a youthful charm. His hands roamed over me, finding my large breasts and my tiny, lithe waist.

I leaned into him submissively, letting him do as he pleased while letting out occasional, soul-stirring moans.

"Brother-in-law... don't... I have class!"

"Who told you to be so much fun? Hehe, Brother-in-law just wants to play with you!" He squeezed me tight, teasing, "Am I stronger than your boyfriend? Hmm?"

"Shall we make love at your school next time?"

"Hehe, you naughty girl!" He slid his fingers into my panties to tease my hair.

"Will you?" he pressed. In truth, he had long fantasized about playing with a campus beauty like me.

"Yes," I replied more sweetly than usual, "after all, I am your little puppy."

"Brother-in-law, shall we go to sleep?"

"Hehe!" He nipped my nose. "You're so lewd, do you know that?"

"Hush, aren't you the lewd one?" My face flushed a beautiful crimson. He lifted my bra upward, letting my breasts spill out as if they couldn't wait to be free.

He laid me on the bed and pulled my white panties down to my ankles, then grabbed one foot to slip it out. My tiny panties remained looped around my other ankle. As he entered me, he used his hands to peel away my skirt.

He was rougher than usual, his fingers leaving red marks on my snowy breasts. The sound of his thrusts against my rounded bottom echoed in the room, my breasts swaying wildly with every movement. He gripped my slender waist tightly to ensure every thrust went as deep as possible. I moved my hips to meet him, feeling my walls tighten around him in a delicious embrace.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh, mingled with my wanton cries of "Ah... ah... ah...", filled the room. He felt as though his soul were leaving his body. For the next half hour, we moved from the bed to the floor and back again, exploring countless positions and countless rounds of rhythmic pounding. Finally, he lost control and came deep inside me.

I lay softly on his chest, teasing him with my nipples. "I love you so much..." I whispered.

He stroked my smooth buttocks and replied, "Brother-in-law loves you too." We drifted into a deep sleep, entwined together.

In the days that followed, he brought me there frequently, making love to me while we watched porn. We imitated every position we saw. Seeing the "painful" expressions of pleasure on my face, he always worked even harder.

As if heaven were helping him, my sister had to go on a two-day business trip. He quickly sent his son to stay with relatives, leaving the two of us alone in the house.

When I returned from school that day, I threw myself into his arms. He held me, his hands immediately wandering to feast on my body. After a while, he said, "Dance for your husband." I nodded obediently. He turned on the music and sat on the sofa, sipping grapes while watching my seductive performance.

I had my hair pinned up and was wearing a white shirt and tight black leather pants—a look that was incredibly sexy. First, I let my shirt fall to the floor, then began to dance, swaying my hips. Sometimes I cupped my breasts like precious treasures; other times, I rubbed them through my black bra. Then, with deliberate slowness, I began to unbuckle my belt, one notch at a time, teasing him until he was breathless with anticipation.

When the last notch was undone, I slid the leather pants down, revealing my black lace panties and pale thighs. Just as he began to salivate, I teased him by pulling them back up, only to slide them down again. The music sped up, and so did my movements. Suddenly, I unhooked my bra, exposing my pink nipples. He stared wide-eyed, only for me to quickly cover them again, before provocatively opening them once more for him to see.

Unable to wait, he tossed the grapes aside and lunged for me, stripping my panties away. He pushed me to the floor and entered me easily. He thrust wildly, and with every lunge, my body convulsed as if struck by electricity.

"Ah... don't... ah... husband... no!"

My moans were constant. Seeing my helpless, vulnerable state, he felt a surge of triumph and increased his strength, working me relentlessly. He picked me up so we could continue while embracing. "Darling, I love you! I never want to leave you!" I cried, clinging to him.

Feeling my heavy breasts pounding against his chest, he held me even tighter. "Husband loves you, my little puppy!"

Then, he commanded me to lie on the floor like a dog, arching my white, rounded buttocks high in the air. He gripped my hips and thrust wildly, his testicles slapping against my skin. On all fours, my heavy breasts swayed rhythmically with his movements. He reached around to squeeze my elastic breasts, trembling with excitement at the thought of ravaging such a pure college girl.

Sensing his climax, he whispered in my ear, "Can Brother-in-law shoot deep into your core?"

"No, don't... don't put it inside!" I pleaded, but he ignored me, accelerating his thrusts and gripping my waist tight. Ignoring my protests, he emptied himself deep within my very center.

We made love until late into the night. Still unsatisfied, he brought some cream from the kitchen and commanded me to lie on my stomach, spreading it over my buttocks. As I swayed slightly, he began to "eat" my backside, his mouth and hands working the cream and my skin as if he were tasting the most delicious dessert.

He pulled my waist up to make my bottom arch even more provocatively. When he grew tired of the main act, my "understanding" puppy used the remaining cream to coat his penis, performing oral service with devotion. I sucked and swirled my tongue around him, looking up at him with seductive eyes. His manhood grew even larger in my mouth, filling me completely.

As my hands played with his scrotum, he shuddered and pressed against my throat. A powerful surge traveled from the base to the head, and he erupted directly into my mouth. He took great pride in his seed entering my body, continuing to spray as if he would never run out. When my mouth could hold no more, he sprayed the rest across my face.

The little puppy spent the rest of the night under his command. The next day, he called in sick to work just so he could be with me once more. This time, I was the one to initiate the kiss.

"Husband, Amy missed you so much!"

"Brother-in-law missed you too, my little puppy," he whispered. "Shall we take a bath?"

"Oh," I looked at him with heavy, longing eyes, "let's bathe together!"

We entered the bathroom, where he had already set up a professional video camera on a tripod to capture close-ups of my face and breasts. Then, a mischievous idea struck him. "How about husband lets you drink some tea?" he asked with a lewd grin.

To his surprise, I agreed instantly. "Yes, dear husband!"

He was nearly undone by my enthusiasm. After making a silly face at the camera, I knelt in the bathtub. He stepped in, standing before me. His penis, which had been hard, was now slightly soft, swaying just above my nose. He held one of my breasts with one hand and his own member with the other, preparing to urinate.

Soon, a warm amber stream shot down, splashing across my forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks before landing precisely in my open mouth. I opened wider to receive it. Though the pungent, intense taste made me hesitate for a moment, the liquid filled my mouth and began to trickle down my chin.

Blushing, I swallowed the mouthfuls. Once I settled into the rhythm, I began to make exaggerated swallowing sounds to please him. He felt an immense sense of conquest, releasing everything into my "cherry" mouth.

When the stream slowed, I reached out to squeeze his buttocks, pressing him closer while sucking on him. He groaned in pleasure. With a final, seductive look, my tongue worked his glans one last time, first blocking the tip to build pressure, then sucking the remaining droplets like a thirsty infant.

After about a minute, he was empty. Remembering the camera, I extended my tongue to catch the last of him, then moved toward the lens, making a playful face as the scene ended.

The honeymoon period was interrupted when my sister and Ming returned. I instinctively avoided him, and he grew frustrated, though I knew he would only become more intense later.

Finally, the day came when my sister went out and the son was away. As I was preparing for school, he cornered me. "Little puppy, husband's cock is hard again. What should we do?"

"Brother-in-law... no... I have class!"

"Come here! Brother-in-law will give you a lesson!"

He plunged his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply. In his arms, I was like a tame, soft lamb, letting him do as he pleased. He stripped me bare, holding me from behind while his hands ravaged my breasts and his hard shaft rubbed against my soft rear. He nibbled and sucked on my earlobes.

"Ah... mmm... don't do this!"

His hands never left my breasts; they seemed perfectly made for his palms—full, round, and incredibly elastic.

"You're so much fun, much better than your sister!"

"You're so bad..." I whispered, embarrassed. He began to knead my breasts with his fingers, squeezing them into various shapes.

"If your sister were here, it would be so much fun to take you both at once!" he mused.

"Don't you dare!" I gasped.

"Are you afraid he'll tell her?" he teased.

"I am! Please, don't tell her!"

"Then just be my little bitch," he commanded.

"I... I..."

He picked up the phone, teasing, "Maybe he should tell her..."

"I'll do it! I'll do it!" I cried.

"Come here!" He commanded. He brought out a dog leash, fastened it around my neck, and led me around the living room on all fours. He sat on the sofa, ordering me to wash his feet. I obediently used my tongue to lick them, tears pricking my eyes as he stepped on my head, grinning triumphantly. Seeing his toes being worshipped by my mouth, he used his other foot to rub against my breasts. "Your feet are so bouncy!" he laughed, pressing his foot firmly against me.

Soon, he was standing tall. He lay on the floor, and I climbed on top of him, bracing my hands on his chest. I lifted my hips, aligning my opening with his glans, and slowly lowered myself. It was a struggle at first, but inch by inch, he was swallowed until only his testicles were visible.

I began to ride him, letting out wanton, soul-stirring cries. He looked up at my beautiful, naked body. As we joined, my labia were pulled in and out with every thrust. He grew more energetic, his penis pumping in and out of my tight hole, thrusting upward so hard that my entire body jolted, causing my heavy breasts to bounce and sway wildly.

He reached up to grab my breasts, and the more he squeezed, the louder I cried. The pleasure was overwhelming. Then, he flipped me over to take me from behind. He gripped my rounded buttocks, his hard rod driving into my soft depths. He pulled my hair back, forcing my head up while his hands continued to ravage my breasts. This time, I didn't even ask for mercy; I only let out muffled groans.

Suddenly, the door swung open and Ming ran in. We froze. He stared at us with wide eyes. Thinking quickly, my brother-in-law said, "Ming, Auntie is practicing for a gym exam. Daddy is just helping her. Don't disturb us, okay?" Ming nodded obediently.

Relieved, he carried me back to the bed and locked the door to continue his "tutoring." He used every ounce of his strength to attack my delicate body. My breasts swayed with the force of his movements. Ignoring my cries of pain, he drove into me so hard he pushed me to the very edge of the bed. My head rested against the frame, and as I lost my balance, I clung to him.

This allowed him to thrust even deeper. He poured all his might into my honey-pot. Feeling his manhood enveloped by the heat of my core, he gripped my waist and lunged forward. I met him halfway, thrusting my hips up to meet him. The impact was so profound that my soul felt like it had left my body. In that moment of total union, we both reached a shattering climax.