Chapter 825: Kevin's Vaginal Combat Strategy
Kevin felt his penis tightly enveloped by Evelyn's warm, wet, and snug vagina, providing intense pleasure. Every thrust into her depths was met with the soft, layered flesh of her inner walls, making him feel like he was on the verge of heaven.
One hand caressed Evelyn's smooth, plump buttocks, while the other reached around to grasp one of her bouncing breasts through her nightgown. The soft, slippery flesh seemed to spill through his fingers, exciting him even more. He vigorously kneaded her firm breasts and thrust his thick, hard penis into her wet vagina, pounding her deeply. The force of their movements made the sturdy mahogany dining table tremble.
The dining room echoed with the loud sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, Evelyn's moans, and Kevin's heavy breathing. He thrust forcefully, his hips colliding with Evelyn's ample rear, his penis spearing in and out of her, causing her juices to flow.
Perhaps due to the earlier Hennessy bath, Kevin's glans had become less sensitive. He thrust into Evelyn for nearly five to six minutes without feeling the urge to ejaculate, while Evelyn was already exhausted.
They switched positions. Evelyn had Kevin sit on a chair, spreading her plump, white thighs and straddling him face-to-face. She lowered her soft, white belly onto his still-erect penis, her wet lips parting naturally to engulf his thick shaft. Her empty vagina was quickly filled again, and she sighed softly. She began to move her hips, her waist undulating like a windmill, her hands resting on Kevin's sturdy shoulders. Her red lips, like a flame, met Kevin's in another passionate kiss.
This position, though limiting Kevin's movements, allowed for a closer, more intimate connection. Kevin held the petite, voluptuous mature woman, his hands supporting her smooth buttocks as he thrust upward, lost in the ecstasy of their union.
"Kevin, doesn't this feel better?" Evelyn panted, lifting the hem of her black nightgown and looking down at Kevin's white penis entering and exiting her. Her face flushed with desire, she moved her flexible waist even more, her hips rotating like a millstone, as if trying to release all the pent-up desire from the past.
As a housewife, Evelyn lacked a career of her own, focusing most of her energy on her husband and son. But her relationship with her husband had deteriorated, becoming a façade, and their conversations were limited. Their sex life had become almost non-existent. Her son, entering his rebellious phase, was increasingly difficult to communicate with, often losing his temper, leaving her exhausted and feeling trapped in a hopeless life.
Kevin's appearance was like a beacon of light in her dark world, making her previously dull life vibrant again. Though initially fearful and ashamed, the young man's lively penis filled her body and soothed her soul, making her crave the sinful pleasure like a moth to a flame.
Their sexual encounters were few, but each one left a lasting impression on Evelyn. She kept a locked diary where she recorded every detail of their lovemaking—dates, positions, sensations. Whenever her husband was away, she would read the diary, reliving those moments, and masturbate with a rubber dildo, imagining Kevin's hot, thick penis, until she climaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
Anticipating the next time with Kevin had become the only bright spot in Evelyn's otherwise bleak life, even a mental pillar. She knew she shouldn't be involved with her son's classmate. If their affair were exposed, she would have no place in her family and might be cast out by Barrett, making life difficult in her hometown. But when someone is desperately thirsty, they will drink even poisoned water. Evelyn also harbored a bit of revenge; if Barrett could fool around outside, why couldn't she?
"Feels amazing, Aunt. Your pussy feels incredible," Kevin said, holding her hot, voluptuous body, his hands caressing her soft, smooth buttocks as he moved slowly. Earlier, he had been pounding away without much thought, but now he savored the exquisite sensation of Evelyn's tight, wet vagina.
Among the women Kevin had been with, his godmother Grace's vagina was undoubtedly the deepest and most intricate. Grace was over 1.7 meters tall, only a few centimeters shorter than Kevin, with long limbs and a deep vagina. Even Kevin's 20-centimeter penis could barely reach her cervix, and only in the missionary position. From behind, her thick buttocks prevented deep penetration, limiting his reach to the front part of her vagina.
Typically, the area where the penis moves is from the vaginal entrance to the cervix, which Kevin was most familiar with. Holding Evelyn's buttocks, he thrust up and down, his glans pushing through the outer and inner labia, feeling the tight ring of flesh at the entrance rubbing against his shaft, giving him the first wave of pleasure. As he pushed deeper, the vacuum-like sensation inside her vagina grew stronger.
This was the first test for the penis. For men with sensitive glans or no sexual experience, the pleasure from the rubbing at the entrance could make them ejaculate quickly, ending the encounter. Kevin, however, was now a seasoned veteran. Although sex involved the whole body, the key battle was between the penis and the vagina. In over a hundred sexual encounters, he had grown from a novice who only knew how to thrust wildly into a skilled warrior.
After all, he had faced mature, experienced women like Alissa, a heavy tank with ample breasts and buttocks; Grace, a long-legged cavalrywoman adept at the cowgirl position; and Vanessa, a skilled assassin who could exploit a man's weaknesses and deliver a fatal blow. Evelyn, though seemingly delicate, possessed the ultimate weapon of a bottomless vortex, often turning the tables on Kevin.
Initially, Kevin was no match for these mature women, often relying on brute force, hoping to scare them off. But his penis would soon be surrounded and overwhelmed by their vaginas, leaving him exhausted and defeated, with many humiliating memories.
However, with the patient guidance and instruction from Alissa, Grace, Evelyn, and Vanessa, he gradually mastered the basic strategies of vaginal combat.
First, he learned to despise the enemy strategically but respect them tactically. He couldn't be intimidated at the sight of the enemy, nor could he be overconfident and reckless. Albert's premature ejaculation upon seeing Vanessa naked was a prime example of what not to do. Surrendering before even entering the battlefield was a warrior's disgrace.
Second, he learned to advance steadily, step by step. A woman's vagina, stretching over ten centimeters, was filled with obstacles from the entrance to the cervix. Each part held hidden dangers, and one misstep could lead to defeat. A Youth mistake could result in embarrassment and retreat, while a major one could lead to ridicule and impotence.
Finally, he worked on improving his penis's offensive and defensive capabilities and other attributes, reducing glans sensitivity and increasing stamina. After all, a strong foundation was crucial for overcoming obstacles and achieving victory.
Kevin's penis had near-perfect physical attributes, with an erect length exceeding 20 centimeters, a diameter of 5 centimeters, and a glans diameter of 6 centimeters. This allowed him to penetrate 99% of vaginas to the cervix, a feat most men could only dream of.
His only shortcoming was a lack of extensive sexual experience and a calm mindset. But with increasing sexual encounters and guidance from experienced women, his skills improved rapidly, and his average ejaculation time increased from three to Eighteen minutes.
His sexual performance metrics, both in quantity and quality, had improved significantly. Even against formidable opponents like Alissa, he no longer felt intimidated and could hold his own. While he still lagged behind top-tier warriors like Grace and Vanessa, he could handle Evelyn as long as she didn't unleash her ultimate weapon.
Kevin felt his glans pass through the first barrier, entering the tight, wet vagina. Compared to the narrow entrance, this area was slightly more spacious, but the length of the vagina was lined with folds that began to envelop and stimulate his penis as he pushed deeper. He knew that thrusting wildly would only lead to overstimulation and a quick defeat.
Evelyn's vaginal folds weren't as intricate, and the resistance wasn't too great. The enveloping and writhing sensation was gentler than Grace's, with a frequency of only two to three contractions per second.
Grace's vagina, on the other hand, could contract six to eight times per second when Kevin's penis entered, and during climax, it could reach an astonishing ten contractions per second. Such rapid, intense contractions were like a relentless milking machine, capable of making any male ejaculate within seconds.
Seeing Kevin's slow movements, Evelyn pouted and wiggled her hips, giving him a seductive look. "You naughty boy, are you trying to torture Auntie? Hurry up and thrust."
"Aunt, I'm just getting started," Kevin replied with a grin. His hot penis continued to advance, pushing through the tight folds until it reached the third barrier, the cervix.
For many men with shorter penises, the cervix was an unreachable goal, especially with women like Grace, whose long legs and ample buttocks made it nearly impossible. While others envied Byron's height and his tall wife, the downside was his inability to satisfy her fully, leaving a void that only outsiders could fill.
Kevin, however, didn't thrust further but paused at the cervix, gathering his strength. The previous barriers were just the preliminary battles; penetrating the cervix and entering the uterus was the ultimate challenge, a fortress siege that even the bravest warriors might not survive.
"You naughty boy, why are you slacking off now? Are you out of energy?" Evelyn pouted, wrapping her arms around Kevin's neck and pushing her hips forward, her vagina slowly swallowing his penis. "Rest for a bit; let Auntie take over," she said softly.
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