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[Volume 2: A Life of Indulgence and Debauchery] Chapter 150: A Wonderful Family (2)


It's just too open, I don't know what to say.
I don't know if it was my father who first suggested it or my mother who suggested it, but anyway, we sent photos of the couple to a couples-swapping magazine for publication. Because we didn't hide our faces, our colleagues at the company immediately found out, and it immediately became a big problem, but my father didn't care at all and said: "It doesn't bother anyone else, what's wrong with it? Besides, people who look at these photos are also interested in couples-swapping, right? How about we do it together? We can also expand the scope of couples-swapping in the company."
Everyone seemed speechless, and it was left unresolved.
Afterwards, my father even said to his boss: "Do you want to come to my house and have sex with my wife? She's a great sex toy!" He
also said to the female employees of the company: "Come to my house and play with us! I'm confident in sex."
No one could do anything about him, but no one had any ill feelings towards him.
Putting all that aside for now, I will now report on the situation of the other party in the couples-swapping who came to my house for the first time.
My parents were busy from early morning (Sunday), making sushi, preparing drinks, cleaning the room, and changing the sheets—all preparations for their welcome.
The couple who arrived at dusk were a friendly teacher couple. Because my parents generously offered them drinks and food, they seemed very touched, and as a result, both men got very drunk and couldn't do anything.
I could hear everything clearly from my room through the wall.
"Can't you do it over there? And not here either."
"Men are useless. Wife, suck my thing, maybe that will help."
"Yes! I'm trying my best!"
"You're useless! Okay, I'll try my best too."
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll have to use other methods."
"I'm so sorry! It's such a pity facing such a beautiful woman!"
"Yes, with such a charming lady spreading her snow-white thighs, I'm really useless! I'll try harder next time, please give me another chance."
They only said things of regret, without a trace of eroticism. I pressed my ear against the wall to eavesdrop, and I was quite disappointed.
However, my parents didn't like me eavesdropping. They said, "If you want to eavesdrop, you might as well come in and watch; the door won't lock."
But no matter what, I didn't want to see my parents and other couples exchanging partners.
They weren't afraid of this failure; when other couples came to exchange partners later, they were still busy from morning till night. But this time, they didn't drink alcohol; they decided to wait until after they were done so that things could proceed smoothly.
I knew this situation, so this time I made up my mind too.
"I'm here to watch," I said, and sat in the corner of my parents' bedroom to observe, naturally seeing everything.
My father was thrusting repeatedly in a riding position on the other woman, who was short but had a full figure and a slightly protruding belly.
My mother was sitting on the other woman's thinner husband's long, dark penis, her hands on her chest, her buttocks moving up and down.
When I entered, my parents simultaneously said to the other couple, "Sorry! Let her watch! You can watch from there."
The other couple seemed surprised for a moment, but said, "Oh! This is also a very ideal education!" and then continued their thrusting.
However, both couples seemed to quickly forget my presence.
My parents participated in a couples-swapping club, and they made no attempt to hide it from me, their teenage daughter in my final year of high school, which greatly confused me.
Once, they brought back foreign couples for the exchange. I didn't care about that, but the middle-aged foreign man actually said to me, "Little girl, how about having sex with me?"
Some of my classmates had slept with Black men and were very proud of it, but I didn't like foreigners, so I said, "No! Thank you."
However, I thought it would be good to use him to practice my foreign language conversation.
I ignored him and went back to my room, too lazy to watch their activities.
Not long after, my parents brought back five boys around my age (supposedly members of the G University couples-swapping research club), and they all had sex with my mother.
I didn't want to see any of them, so I hid in my room alone, but hearing my mother's loud moans made it impossible to study.
Normally, I wouldn't feel anything when I heard my parents' lewd noises, but this time it felt strange, so I reached into my underwear and started masturbating.
I had to finish quickly to calm myself down, otherwise I couldn't study at all. But only today, after a few masturbations, I felt pleasure, yet I still couldn't calm my mind.
I wanted to go to the toilet. Stepping out of my room, I saw a naked student standing blankly in front of the toilet, a towel wrapped around his waist, head bowed in thought.
I asked, "What's wrong?"
Our eyes met, and I felt a strange sensation.
"I can't do it. I can't do that kind of thing because I need an atmosphere."
"Oh, really? But wouldn't that be a loss?"
"But seeing them unable to bear it makes me sad. I still need a mental connection."
He didn't want to stay inside, but had nowhere else to go, so he stood in front of the toilet.
I felt sorry for him.
"Then come to my room, how about that?" I blurted out.
"Is that okay?"
"Sure!" I felt like I was seducing him.
He obediently followed me to my room. We sat side by side on the bed. The room contained only a desk and a chair.
At that moment, I heard my mother's voice from next door: "Ah, good, good, more, more!"
I wondered: How many men is my mother having sex with now? And what was my father feeling, watching from the side? Sigh! I really don't understand what adults are thinking. I think I can understand, but I don't want to understand.
At this moment, I couldn't help but reach out and hug his shoulder tightly. This person's shoulder was very thin, but very deep.
He also reached out to my waist and pulled me over.




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[Volume 2: A Life of Indulgence and Debauchery] Chapter 151: A Wonderful Family (3)


Ah, at this moment, the towel wrapped around his waist slowly bulged. I really wanted to reach out and touch it, but I didn't have the courage.
Although I had seen my father naked and his thing bulging up many times, as my mother entered and exited, I had never actually touched a man's thing. Although I had touched it when I was very young, it was soft and fluffy.
He hugged me tightly and put his mouth on mine. I couldn't help but hug him tightly, and my breathing became rapid.
From next door, my mother's voice came again: "Ooh ooh," like the roar of an animal.
He reached inside my shirt, trying to take it off, but he was too clumsy and couldn't get it off. I couldn't help but take off my shirt myself. He then tried to unhook my skirt, but he was still too awkward, so I stood up and took off my skirt myself.
I was only wearing a bra and panties when he hugged me tightly again.
It took him a lot of effort to remove my bra.
Ah! My breasts were exposed. They were beautiful breasts, which even I thought were firm and elastic.
"So beautiful!" he exclaimed.
"How does it compare to Mother's?" I asked.
"Well, to be honest, hers is a bit loose, and too dark." He said, then began kissing my breasts.
Ah! There was such a strong feeling. It was my first time kissing, and my first time being sucked. I never expected it to feel so good; now I understood why my mother liked being sucked by men.
However, I still didn't like doing this with many people; it was better with one person. Now, this was the one.
While sucking, he grasped and kneaded my other breast.
Ah! So good! I even felt an electric shock down there.
"You're very skilled; you must have a lot of experience, right?" I asked.
"No! This is my first time. I came here today thinking I could lose my virginity, but the scene was too terrifying, so I've never had sex before."
Oh! So, it's like a virgin and a maiden together! He seemed embarrassed, trying to hide the bulge around his waist from the towel.
I casually touched that area, feeling awkward, but the action gave me great pleasure.
Ah! His thing was hard and elastic.
After I touched it, he seemed stimulated too, and finally couldn't hold back, starting to take off my panties.
I wanted to resist, but that would definitely make him give up, so I let him take them off.
Ah! He took off my panties from my round, white buttocks. This was the first time a man had taken off my panties.
Between my full, snow-white thighs, only a little hair grew; sitting on the edge of the bed, you could only see a small triangle.
He also took off the towel around his waist.
Ah! That thing was erect, looking cute in its isolated state, and its color wasn't as black as my father's. Compared to the men who came during couple-swapping, his was as lonely and cute as a pen tip.
I really liked his big pen tip, and couldn't help but reach out and hold it tightly.
"Ah, this feels so good!" His body trembled slightly.
Then he pushed me down, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we fell onto the bed. I was afraid he would see my private parts, because it was embarrassing, so I held onto his neck tightly.
"So beautiful, your body is so beautiful," he whispered to me.
Of course, I'm different from my mother; I'm young! And I have long legs and a good figure; I'm very confident in my body.
At this moment, he brought the tip of his nose to my cleavage and smelled it, then moved his nose down, repeatedly saying, "It smells so good, really smells so good."
Actually, I wasn't wearing perfume or anything.
I felt intensely aroused and nervous, knowing my thighs were trembling, partly from embarrassment and partly from great anticipation.
I couldn't help but close my eyes; I knew my face was already red to the roots of my ears.
He seemed to sense it too and asked, "Are you scared?"
"No! Not scared!" I said, then hugged him tightly again.
Because his body was raised, I ended up hanging on his neck. Finally, he couldn't support my weight and I pulled him down, our bodies falling onto the bed, so we were now overlapping.
At this moment, he began to kiss me.
Ah! How wonderful.
Our mouths were pressed together, our lips pressed tightly together, our tongues intertwined.
He put his hand between my legs, and my body tensed naturally, trying to squeeze my thighs together, but somehow he put one of his legs between mine, making it impossible for me to squeeze.
Ah! His fingers touched my most sensitive spot, but his hand seemed hesitant.
But his clumsy movements only made me feel more comfortable, and my vulva became wet again.
At this moment, I heard my mother calling from next door: "Ah! Yes, yes, that's it!"
He finally inserted his fingers into my vulva.
Ah! There was an indescribable wonderful feeling.
My body began to tremble, and I pressed my face against his chest, my breathing becoming rapid.
At this moment, I felt that my full body and his thinner body were completely pressed together.




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[Volume 2: A Life of Indulgent Desire] Chapter 152: A Wonderful Family (4)


He pulled my hand to touch his thing. It was thick and hard! But compared to the man my father swapped partners with, it was perhaps a little smaller. But too big is terrifying. This size is ideal, this thickness, it probably won't hurt too much when it goes in, right?
I quickly let go, but then resolutely grabbed it again.
"It's really hard," I said.
"Is this your first time?"
"Yeah, I've seen it before, but this is the first time I've touched it."
Guided by him, I slowly stroked his hard thing.
The head was smooth, but it was erect like it was about to explode, pulsating hotly. I guess this is how a man feels when he's comfortable?
"I don't know anything, you teach me," I said.
"Hmm! Just touching it like this makes me feel so good."
He pulled my hand to the band-like part on the back of his penis, and I started rubbing it there.
"Ah, so good, so good!" He hummed as he inserted his fingers deeper.
"Can I go in? I really want to. I didn't want to do this today because you're a virgin."
"Please, please," I couldn't help but say.
I know that one day I have to give up my virginity, and if it's with him, I'm willing.
He seemed to have made up his mind. He pulled out his fingers, then forcefully spread my legs, inserting his body between them. Looking at my white buttocks and inner thighs, he pushed his hard, erect member forward.
I felt his hardness had reached its limit.
He rubbed the head of his penis against my wetness from top to bottom, then with a soft "plop," it slid in.
Ah! But no, it could only go in a little bit.
"It hurts!" I groaned. Because I was a virgin, I probably still had my hymen? "No! It won't go in." He seemed very sad.
"It hurts," I groaned.
"Then let's stop?" he asked considerately.
"No! I want it!" I said, my body trembling.
"I think it's just temporary pain, please bear with it." He kissed my forehead, comforting me.
"I will bear it, but if it hurts too much, you must stop."
I covered my face with my hands, spread my legs, and waited for his next attempt.
"I heard that women need to relax to avoid pain," he said.
But I didn't know how to relax. Then he lowered his head, smeared saliva on his glans, parted my labia, and gently inserted his glans.
It barely went in, so he held my buttocks tightly and slowly inserted it little by little. At this moment, I didn't feel any pain.
Suddenly, I seemed to hear a soft "plop," and at the same time, his hard thing slid in all at once.
Ah, it's in!
My opening suddenly expanded, it felt so good, I groaned, feeling a sense of suffocation, yet also a kind of pleasure.
My opening began to tighten the moment he inserted, gripping his penis tightly; I wondered if he felt any pain.
"Ah, that's good!"
He didn't move after inserting, as if enjoying the feeling of me gripping him. I also trembled inside, enjoying that feeling after his insertion. We both trembled, as if giving each other signals, communicating.
I used to think humans could only speak with their mouths, but now I know we can communicate like this.
He held my buttocks tightly, moved but still, quietly enjoying the beauty of our union.
"Is it all the way in?" I asked.
"Hmm! It's all the way in, now we're completely sealed together."
"Really?" I wanted to confirm the penetration, so I reached under my buttocks and touched the round appendage below.
I was startled and immediately pulled my hand back, but driven by curiosity, I mustered the courage to touch it again. His penis did indeed extend out from this appendage and enter my cavity.
I let go after understanding. But for some reason, tears streamed down my face. I didn't know if it was from joy or sorrow; I was no longer a virgin.
My mother's voice came from next door again, but this time it quickly faded away.
At this moment, he began to move slowly.
Ah! So sweet! It didn't hurt at all anymore, but there was immense pleasure.
It was as if the pent-up frustration from hearing my parents' annoying voices next door over the years had finally been released.
He began to thrust in and out forcefully, feeling my inner flesh wrapped around his penis with each movement and friction.
It was truly a pleasure.
"Ah! So good, so this is how good it is. I never thought a woman's inside could be this good," he said excitedly.
And at this moment, I was almost melting.
"Is this good? Is it okay? How about this?"
He made all sorts of movements, but they were all good; I couldn't really tell the difference.
The inside of his vagina was good, but the friction of his pubic hair against my most sensitive spot was also wonderful.
"I never want to do this with anyone else in my life."
"Me too, shall we get married?" he asked.
"Okay!"
But I still didn't know his name or where he lived.
Ah, but to be able to do this kind of pleasurable thing forever, and to enjoy the pleasure of sex like my parents, I couldn't wait to get married.
"Ah! Yes! Ahh!" I suddenly felt a strange sensation, cried out loud, my whole body trembling, as pleasure spread to every pore.
Tension and relaxation came.
"Ah, I can't take it anymore,"
the student from G University suddenly became vigorous, thrusting powerfully, then his whole body shuddered.
Ah, he was ejaculating.
Maybe I'll get pregnant, but it doesn't matter, I'll marry him.
Thinking this, I couldn't help but hug him tightly, thrusting my hips upwards from below, and then the two of us were tightly intertwined.
From then on, I became obsessed with sex.
Nothing is as comfortable as this, with beautiful romance in my heart, generating positive thoughts about life, and feeling good afterwards.




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[Volume 2: A Life of Indulging in Desire] Chapter 153: The Lustful Customs of the White Tiger Clan (1)


The world is vast, and there are all sorts of wonders. Some things seem absurd and bizarre to us, and are contrary to morality, but in other cultures, they are considered natural and cannot be violated. I have had one or two such experiences, and if I told you, you would definitely say that I made it up out of thin air and that I have a mental abnormality. I will tell you, believe it or not.
No matter who you are, if you encounter some strange things that you can't even believe yourself, you will always have an urge to tell someone. Moreover, this matter has not harmed me at all, but instead has given me endless sweet memories. So, I will tell you the story, and I will still say this: believe it or not.
My name is Hu, I am 28 years old this year, and I like photography, travel, and enjoy life. These hobbies are expensive, but I don't have to worry about the source of income. I have a lot of assets. Two years ago, I won five million Canadian dollars in the lottery, and overnight I became a millionaire.
I used to be a computer analyst, working for a large financial company for three years, and I was an expert in investment. After winning the lottery, I bought a big house, a new car, and officially brought my girlfriend, Jia Lun, and her eleven-year-old daughter to live with me, making them comfortable. I invested most of the remaining winnings in real estate. In just two years, my assets increased by almost eight hundred thousand dollars. I anticipated that the real estate market would stagnate, so I immediately withdrew my funds and invested in high-tech stocks. During the real estate slowdown, the electronics industry stood out, and I avoided losses in real estate. I'm incredibly lucky.
After working hard for two years, I really need to rest this year. I plan to take a long vacation to South and Central America to shoot a series of photos and videos of the local customs and culture. It's not for making money; it's purely out of interest.
Jia Lun isn't interested in going with me. She can't adapt to this kind of travel. Her travel style is to stay in hotels, go to restaurants, and fly. Besides, she had to take care of her thirteen-year-old daughter, so she stayed in her hometown of Toronto.
I placed an ad looking for travel companions and found one like-minded person named Dubai, a retired soldier who had fought in the Vietnam War and was now a teacher. We planned the itinerary together, bought supplies, and studied the geography; we got along very well and worked together happily. Later, he wanted to introduce another friend to join us, and I agreed.
Two days later, he brought her; it turned out to be a woman who was about thirty years old. She had blond hair, and while not a stunning beauty, she was quite charming, with a robust build, a high bust, sharp eyes, and a bold personality. Her name was quite ordinary—Ruby.
Initially, I was a little hesitant, wondering if she understood that this wasn't a regular vacation. Dubai told me that she would adapt to this trip better than I would; she was an anthropology researcher who had traveled to many underdeveloped Asian countries to study the development of local ethnic groups and had published several significant academic articles. She was currently researching the indigenous cultures of South America and hoped to join us. I warmly welcomed him; my purpose for this trip was vacation and photography, and having a woman accompany me was a wonderful thing.
A week before departure, an unfortunate incident occurred: Dubai had lost his right leg in a car accident and would require three months to recover, making it impossible for him to go. We had already completed most of our preparations, and visas for all the countries were in order, so cancellation was not an option. In the end, only Ruby and I went. At
the end of November 1989, we arrived in Guscourt, Peru, planning to travel south along the Anderson Mountains to Bolivia, Argentina, and Chile. I mainly focused on photographing the lifestyles of the indigenous people in the mountains, while Ruby explored their primitive culture.
I chose Central and South America as my destination. The region is a melting pot of races; the Spanish ruled this vast area for centuries, and the inhabitants are a typical example of mixed-race people, possessing the graceful physiques of East Asians and the beautiful features of Westerners—one of the most beautiful races. Ruby, on the other hand, wanted to research the mysteries of early Inca culture regarding genital worship. We bought a high-performance jeep, purchased sufficient supplies, and set off for tribal villages in the mountains.
Initially, she did her research, and I took photos. Later, we discovered that we were doing roughly the same thing; she used words, and I used pictures. Moreover, she needed photographic explanations of her work, and my photos couldn't lack background information. So we teamed up; now she entrusts all the photography to me, focusing on the written documentation and descriptions. We collaborated happily.
The first two weeks went smoothly. The villagers in the villages we stayed in were incredibly friendly, giving us their best spots. The money we gave them was negligible, but they considered it a treasure. Of course, the living conditions there were much worse than in Canada. Ruby's adaptability is definitely better than mine. I'm terrified of mosquitoes at night, which often makes me irritable, while she remains calm and collected.
"How can you stand these nasty insects constantly biting you?" I inexplicably snapped once.
For the past two weeks, we've been sleeping in separate rooms. Today, we arrived at a new village, where the locals could only offer one small room, and Ruby and I shared a room for the first time. After eating a hard-to-swallow cassava mixed with minced meat, she organized her notes in the dim light of a flashlight, while I, despite applying mosquito repellent all over my body, was still covered in red, swollen bites.
"These little insects are nothing; you have to be careful when you encounter poisonous mosquitoes or snakes," she chuckled as she continued working.
I set up a small mosquito net and crawled inside. Although I avoided the mosquitoes, I was soon drenched in sweat and felt unbearably hot. The house we were staying in was a windowless "closed room" with only a small door through which we could pass. Even
after taking off my shirt, I was still drenched in sweat. Look at Ruby; her sleeveless t-shirt is soaked through, and her nose and forehead are glistening with sweat.
"It's so hot! I'm going to bathe in the river. Will you come with me?" She closed her notebook, her eyes seeming to ask for something else.
"Sure, it's really too hot." Being in an unfamiliar place, I wasn't comfortable letting a woman bathe alone in the river.
We arrived at a small river about half a mile from the village; it was so dark you could barely see anything. Ruby took off her clothes, and the river reflected the faint moonlight, highlighting her shapely figure. She slowly walked into the water, creating ripples.
"Aren't you afraid of crocodiles?"
"No, I saw some women and children washing clothes here at noon; it should be safe. You should come in and soak too; it's very refreshing."
I took off my pants and stepped into the water. So refreshing! We only had our heads above water. It was completely dark, and we could only recognize each other by our outlines. Her golden hair danced on the water like a shimmering golden cloth. Suddenly, she submerged completely. After a while, she embraced my legs underwater, slowly rising up six inches from my body. She exhaled, wiped the water droplets from her face, then hugged me tightly and kissed me.
My male instincts immediately kicked in, and I returned her embrace with a long kiss. We almost made love in the water, but she said it was better to go back inside, unsure if there were bacteria in the water, and that an infection would be troublesome.
We went ashore to get dressed. The mosquitoes were still irritating me. We half-ran, half-walked back to the house, immediately stripped naked, crawled into the small mosquito net, and made love passionately. She was muscular, with large, firm breasts, and had a strong need for sex. She said she hadn't had a man for two months, and she thoroughly enjoyed it, quickly achieving her first satisfaction.
I had also been sleeping alone for two weeks, so it didn't last long, only ten minutes before I gave in, and we both reached orgasm. After that, we shared a room every night. However, my relationship with Ruby isn't the focus of this story, so I won't go into detail.
We continued our work, visiting and photographing in the small mountain villages. In some places, our car wasn't needed, so we bought mules and hired guides to navigate the remote mountain villages. The local inhabitants, having had little contact with the outside world, were mostly of pure Native American descent, with a strong East Asian influence and lacking the conventionally beautiful features of mixed-race individuals. Their simple, weathered faces didn't diminish my interest in the slightest, although Ruby couldn't find any historical materials about genital worship. After about ten days, we needed to return to more civilized and well-equipped towns to resupply, find a comfortable hotel, have some decent dinners, and rest for a few days. So we chose a town called Andonbamba, planning to stay for a week.
By local standards, Andonbamba was a modern town, with a supermarket, three hotels, a bank, and several restaurants—affordable only for foreigners. Most of the locals remained very poor, living in simple dwellings and eating coarse food. After resting for a few days and buying most of our necessities, we started planning our next trip.
One day, as we were leaving that unique supermarket, someone suddenly bumped into us from the side, knocking us to the ground. The person who bumped into us also fell, and several uniformed men pounced on him, punching and kicking him. I also scraped my elbow when I fell. Ruby helped me up. One of the uniformed men glanced at me and continued beating the other man as if nothing had happened. I was furious and shouted, "Stop hitting him!" They stopped and turned to look at me. There were four of them. I went over and saw that he was just a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old. Judging from his clothes, he was a local from the mountains. He was covered in bruises and blood.
We had stayed with these local mountain people for more than ten days before. They were very naive and often bullied.
"Why are you hitting him?" The uniformed men stopped, subdued by my stern attitude. One of them said in broken English, "He stole something, we're just teaching him a lesson. This is none of your business." His attitude was extremely arrogant.
"What did he steal? I'll pay for it." I saw that the boy was very pitiful.
They exchanged smiles and weighed their money in their local dialect, "Five thousand pesos!"
I took out five thousand pesos, which was about thirty US dollars. They accepted it, but then demanded an additional two thousand pesos as compensation for the victim, otherwise they would hand the boy over to the victim. This was practically extortion. We had no choice but to pay.




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[Volume 2: A Life of Debauchery] Chapter 154: The Depraved Customs of the White Tiger Clan (2)


At this moment, Ruby pulled me, "Get out of here quickly. If you show them you have a large stack of banknotes, they'll be tempted by your wealth. Let's go." Without saying another word, she pulled me into the car, started the engine, and drove off. At the same time, I heard someone calling my name from behind.
The beaten boy, a local, ran desperately towards our car, yelling "Hu Bai, Hu Bai," followed by several burly men. Ruby told me to stop, open the door, and let the boy in. Then I floored the gas, leaving the men shouting
and cursing. Ruby said we needed to get back to the hotel as soon as possible, pack everything, and leave the town immediately, otherwise we'd be in big trouble. I sped back to the hotel, five kilometers away. On the way, Ruby spoke to the boy in his local dialect, wiping the blood from his face and carefully examining an ornament hanging around his neck. I didn't have time to pay attention to them; I just wanted to get out of there before those thugs found us.
Back at the hotel, she continued talking to the boy, taking him to our room. I quickly packed my bags. Ruby was clearly very excited; she even drew some pictures and gestured with the boy, then excitedly exclaimed that she had discovered the ancient Inca culture of genital worship, and that such rituals still existed in the boy's village. She offered to take us back to see it.
“I’m going to risk going back to town to buy some nice gifts for the locals so things will be easier,” Ruby added.
“We’ll go together; I don’t trust you to go alone.” —
We hurriedly left the inn and went back to town to buy gifts, thankfully avoiding those people from before. Two hours later, the boy led us to his village.
The boy's name was Andidu, belonging to the Incan tribe, who claimed to be descendants of the ancient Inca Empire. Ruby said this was possible. He had studied with a Western missionary for a few years and longed for the material life of the city. Four months ago, he left his village to come here to make a living, but was bullied everywhere. Once, a merchant hired him as a laborer, saying that room and board were included, and he would receive 100 pesos a day. After a month, he asked for his wages, but the merchant said that he ate too much, and his wages had already covered his food, and he still owed 1,000 pesos. The merchant thought that all the natives couldn't do arithmetic and was deliberately trying to cheat him, but little did he know that Andidu was literate and knew arithmetic.
He argued with the merchant, who said, "Go away, I pity you, you don't have to pay back the 1,000 pesos, but don't come back." Andidu
was furious and went to the police, but the police had already received a bribe from the merchant and dragged their feet, refusing to deal with him. So he went into the merchant's shop and took two pieces of clothing. A guard saw him and tried to leave, but the guard chased after him, knocking me down in front of the market. After I paid, the guard still tried to take him back, so he chased after our car, begging us to save him. He shouted "Hu Bai, Hu Bai," meaning "help.
" "I want to go home and never come to the city again. The city is full of bad people," he ended his story with that.
"How do you know that the historical material you're looking for will be found in his hometown?" I turned to Ruby and asked.
She took off an ornament from Andy's neck and gave it to me. It was an oval plaque made of some unknown metal, with crooked patterns engraved on it, slightly blurred from its age.
Seeing my puzzled look, Ruby explained, "This is a pattern of a woman's mouth, this is the clitoris, and these words are 'Great is the grace of Ova, the goddess of joy.'"
I examined the pattern carefully; it did indeed resemble a woman's vulva, but it wasn't easy to see without explanation.
“He said his sister has another similar plaque, which I believe depicts a male genital organ.”
“How did he get it?” I asked, intrigued.
“He’s worn it since he was little, never taking it off.”
“His parents must hold a high position in the tribe.”
Ruby smiled and nodded approvingly. “Yes, his maternal grandmother was the high priestess of the tribe. His mother was the most revered Sun Daughter.”
“Sun Daughter?”
“The priestess who presides over worship ceremonies.”
“You finally found them; this trip was truly worthwhile.”
“Not me, but us. If you hadn’t rescued him, we might never have found them.”
I didn’t go into detail about how we arrived at the Inkanu tribe; in short, everyone treated us like honored guests, especially Andydu’s mother, who regarded us as messengers sent from heaven. It turned out Andydu had run away from home, and the metal plaque he carried was a crucial religious artifact of the Inkanu tribe. Losing it would lead to the collapse of the entire tribe, hence our imperial treatment.
Strangely enough, the Incanu tribe is quite different from other mountain tribes. Their facial features are more Westernized, with large, bright eyes, straight noses, fair skin, even teeth, and athletic builds—exactly the mixed-race people of Central and South America I had imagined. Their entire tribe numbers only about a thousand, living in three villages less than a mile apart.
Andidou's mother, Marina, is very young, only thirty years old, a typical Eurasian, very beautiful, and with a very fit physique. His maternal grandfather, Chisio, is only fifty-five, already the oldest in the tribe. It's clear their lifespan isn't long.
They have a very ancient religious ceremony called the "Owa Purification Ritual," held two days later on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, for three consecutive days. I was invited to be an assistant in the ceremony, the highest honor the tribe can bestow upon an outsider, which I couldn't refuse.
During these two days, Marina told me to rest as much as possible to conserve my energy, otherwise I wouldn't be able to cope with the exhaustion of the "Owa Purification Ritual." She gave me some nectar, which indeed calmed my mind and brought a sense of tranquility.
Two days later, on New Year's Eve, all the women of the tribe aged fourteen to thirty-five gathered in the main hall of the "Owa Temple," while the men and children remained at home. This temple, built in a jungle, covers several hectares and is difficult to find without a guide. Among the more than three hundred women inside, I was the only man. They were divided into two large groups based on marital status, and further subdivided by age.
The Inkanu tribe's marriage system is quite unique, prioritizing women's rights. A woman is considered married if she publicly acknowledges a man as her husband, and the man cannot refuse. Married women can only have sex with men other than their husbands during the three days of the "Owa Cleansing Ceremony" at the New Year and the "Yus Sowing Festival" at the summer solstice; otherwise, they must remain faithful to their husbands. Unmarried women have no restrictions on the number of sexual partners they may have. Unmarried men, in principle, cannot refuse women's advances unless they have sex more than five times a week, but many young and strong men do not refuse, sometimes even twice a day. However, for a man to request sex from a woman, the woman's consent is required. A married man can have a maximum of four wives simultaneously, and each wife must arrange for at least one woman to spend one night with her husband each month. If a husband wants to have sex with a woman other than his wife, all wives must consent, except during holidays. Therefore, a man recognized as husband by four women will have at least eight different women in a month. Because of this system, many children do not know who their real father is, and the bloodlines are mixed, with most people possessing the beauty and advantages of mixed-race children. Excessive sexual activity also leads to shorter lifespans for men. During the
"Owa Cleansing Ceremony," all women of childbearing age cleanse their bodies on New Year's Eve, first shaving their pubic hair, then bathing and applying fragrant oils, in preparation for two consecutive days and nights of sexual revelry on New Year's Day. This is believed to bring good luck and protection from illness throughout the year. During these two days, any man or woman can freely engage in sexual activity, even group sex. Many couples who cannot normally have each other indulge in pleasure, with little jealousy or rivalry, because if one cannot have another, there is always something better to compensate, eliminating the need for competition.
The pubic hair shaving ceremony was presided over by Marina. Following tradition, Marina first offered sacrifices to the goddess "Owa," and then all the women shaved each other's pubic hair. Afterwards, they bathed together in the river. This year was different, however, because I had retrieved the "Owa's Blessing Talisman" for them. Marina believed I would bring good fortune to the tribe and wanted me to select twenty women from among them to personally shave their pubic hair, bringing blessings to the tribe. I had no choice. Ruby requested that the process be filmed, but they only allowed certain parts to be filmed, so she became the photographer this time.
I won't go into detail about each ceremony; many of them were beyond my understanding and quite tedious. I will only describe what was relevant to me, starting with my selection. I carefully chose from among them. During the ceremony, they were already half-naked. They weren't wearing Western-style bras, but most of their breasts were still erect, and I could clearly see their figures. Half of the women even exposed their genitals, gently brushing them, hoping I would choose them.
While women's vulvas may appear similar, they actually differ in many subtle ways. Colors vary, some have large labia, others narrow and long, some have prominent clitoris, and some have small labia that barely cover the opening—each is unique. Based on their looks, figures, vulvar appearance, and color, I selected twenty women. Four were virgins, six were married, and the remaining ten, aged seventeen to twenty, were all stunning beauties with superb figures and light-colored vulvas, pleasing to the eye, even more outstanding than Miss World contestants.
Marina led us into the inner sanctum, while the other women in the outer sanctum shaved each other's genitals. We went to a large bath, where they stripped naked and entered to wash each other. For a moment, breasts and buttocks swayed, twenty naked beauties rubbing each other's vulvas, teasing each other's breasts—a scene of boundless eroticism. I filmed a video by the pool; I had never seen such a spectacular group of naked women emerging from the bath. After washing, they sat in turn on a specially made chair, somewhat resembling an operating table, with their legs wide apart, ready for me to shave their pubic hair




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[Volume 2: A Life of Debauchery] Chapter 155: The Lustful Customs of the White Tiger Clan (3)


While they were bathing, Marina told me to choose a few of my favorite women and put them last in line, because I was going to perform the "Blessing Ceremony" with them in the inner sanctum, which meant having sex with them to my heart's content. I did as she said. I chose four of the most beautiful, youngest, and best-figured women, two of whom were virgins. First, I used small scissors to trim their long hair. Most of the hair grew on their vulva and below their lower abdomen, so I had to trim it carefully. If there was long hair growing on the sides of their labia majora and minora, I had to trim that as well. Naturally, I would touch their vulvas with my hands, gently flipping their labia and rubbing their clitoris, which made them very aroused.
The women I chose all had very light-colored vulvas, almost the same pigmentation as the rest of their bodies. Most of them had light brown skin. I carefully admired each different vulva, gently stroking their labia. Then I applied my shaving cream to their vulvas and carefully shaved off every single hair with my razor. This work seemed easy and pleasant, but it was actually quite demanding. It required meticulousness and gentleness; my hands couldn't move, and the visual and tactile stimulation was intense. It wasn't easy, but I was more than happy to do it.
After shaving, I washed and dried them with water and a towel, then carefully inspected them to see if I was satisfied. At this point, almost all the women had vaginal fluids flowing freely, their eyes were glazed, and their faces were full of desire. Initially, I was nervous, my heart was racing, and I had to rest several times to drink a glass of ice water to calm my nerves before I could continue. But after a few rounds, I was able to control myself. Ruby filmed the whole time, and several times she couldn't stand the teasing and asked to rest, so it took almost six hours to shave the pubic hair of all twenty women.
By then, it was almost midnight, and the New Year was approaching. Marina led us back to the main hall, where the women had already washed themselves clean and were all completely bald, truly "naked," with hundreds of "white tigers" (male genitalia) as a sight to behold. Marina wore an almost transparent white veil, under which, of course, she was completely naked, the glimpses of her skin incredibly alluring. The other twenty women also wore the same veils, only in different colors, such as red, yellow, and green. The Inkanu people, fearing to offend the gods, refused to let Ruby film the ceremony; she could only participate. She also wore a red veil, covering her head, standing beside me, the center of attention. Marina walked to the great altar. Beside it stood a high-backed queen's throne made of rattan. A roaring fire burned on the altar. Behind it stood a massive phallus, two inches in diameter and over ten inches high. This phallus was actually made of wood, exquisitely crafted with lifelike veins and a realistic glans. It was a truly aroused, enormous phallus, its surface smooth and dark, clearly showing its age and long history of handling.
Marina raised her hands and pointed to the gate. The gate opened, and a large group of men poured in—all the eligible men of the tribe. They had been waiting at the temple, completely naked except for a small cloth around their crotches. The leader, a dozen or so, carried a giant shield-shaped object and placed it on the altar. It was a giant vulva, remarkably realistic. The swollen labia minora were slightly parted, with glistening fleshy buds protruding from the top. The material was unknown, but the color was indistinguishable from the real thing, a sight that aroused the blood.
The men lined up on the right side of the main hall, numbering about three or four hundred. The men and women faced each other, looking at each other to find their ideal partner.
At this moment, a slow drumbeat began, and several robust women were playing the drums by the altar. The entire hall was silent, watching Marina before the altar. As the drumbeats played, she removed her thin veil, revealing two pink nipples protruding from her firm breasts, a sight that made one's blood boil. She danced to the drumbeats for a while, and finally sat on the high-backed throne by the altar, spreading her legs wide to display her hairless vulva to every man in the hall. It turned out that she was born without pubic hair, not artificially shaved. Her vulva was plump and very pleasing to the eye. She parted her labia with her fingers, revealing her pink vagina, and displayed it to the surroundings for a few minutes. Then she stepped down from the chair, and a young girl handed her a cup of wine. She took it and walked lightly to me, making me drink it. I knew that if I refused, there would be serious consequences. The wine was fragrant and mellow. After drinking it, she untied the small cloth from my waist, and the entire hall erupted in excitement.
She dragged me to the altar, and we both faced the image of a phallus and vulva, gesturing for us to bow down. We both bowed naked, and then she announced something to everyone. I didn't understand what she said, but the whole hall cheered, their emotions running high. At that moment, there were only five minutes left until midnight. The drums sounded again, and the twenty naked women began to dance to the beat. Their dance was extremely seductive. They threw off their veils and performed different sexual acts. The men and women who had originally been arranged on the left and right sides of the hall gradually came together, holding hands and forming several layers of large circles, singing songs. The more they sang, the more excited they became, and the time drew ever closer to midnight.
The drumbeats grew increasingly urgent. Suddenly, Marina stretched out to both sides, and the drumming and singing abruptly stopped. The entire audience fell silent, watching Marina. She dragged me to the large, high-backed chair and made me sit down. She knelt between my legs, taking my penis in her hands, licking and sucking it. I wasn't used to being naked in front of so many people, and my penis was only slightly erect, but with her ministrations, it more than doubled in size, becoming a fierce-looking Vajra. She straddled me, taking my thick, hard shaft and sliding it into her wetness, slowly penetrating to the very end. The tightness and release inside her massaged my glans, an indescribable pleasure. My instinctive reaction caused me to twitch a few times. Suddenly, everyone cheered loudly, and each person immediately found their partner to embrace and kiss. Women took the initiative to untie the small cloth around their men's waists. Some entwined and caressed each other, some whispered sweet nothings, and some chased each other, beginning the three-day carnival following the New Year's "Owa Cleansing Ceremony."
I thrust hard beneath Marina, but the position wasn't right, and I couldn't fully enjoy myself. She whispered in my ear, "Don't exhaust yourself too quickly. You have three full days to bestow blessings upon my women. They are honored to make love with you. Now, you and the women you just chose, come with me to the inner sanctum to complete the 'Blessing Ritual.'" With that, she slowly withdrew from my body.
Beneath the large statues of phalluses and vulvas on the altar in the main hall, hundreds of men and women were indulging in wild, unrestrained sex. Ruby had found what she was looking for; her blonde hair attracted a dozen strong men who fawned over her. She seemed to have a lot on her plate.
Marina led us away from the main hall, filled with images of male-female lovemaking. In truth, none of the men and women in the hall noticed our departure. We walked into the inner sanctum of the temple, into a large room. In the center was an enormous bed, flanked by small tables filled with various fruits and several exquisite earthenware containers. Marina poured a glass of wine from an earthenware pot, took a sip herself, and then fed it to me mouth-to-mouth. The wine was fragrant and delicious. The other four women followed suit, feeding me wine in turn.
They helped me lie down on the bed. One woman sucked my penis, while two virgins watched. Marina instructed them from the side, while another pulled my hand to play with her beautiful, firm breasts. Yet another brought her wide-open vulva close for me to admire.
After a while, the woman on the bottom finally took the initiative to put her vulva on and thrust. She pulled out after about ten thrusts. It turned out that one of the virgins couldn't resist trying it. She lay on her back, and the others caressed her, making her more aroused and more needy. My penis was already covered in the lubricant of the woman from before, and this virgin was also very slippery, making it easy to slide in. I tried to be gentle and slowly pushed in. She couldn't accommodate all of me, so I gently pulled out halfway and pushed in again. After a few times, it became much smoother, and I increased the speed. A few minutes later, her whole body trembled as she reached her climax.
I stayed inside her for a while before withdrawing, still feeling throbbing. The other woman immediately took her place, and we continued what we hadn't finished. This time, we cooperated fully, and I led her through two orgasms before she withdrew. Then it was another woman's turn. This one was very young, only seventeen. Although not a virgin, she was tight and narrow, offering a close-fitting pleasure. I tried my best to hold back, giving her a moment of pleasure before releasing myself fully inside her. I was exhausted and couldn't get any more aroused, so they let me take a nap.
When I woke up, they peeled some fruit for me to eat and gave me a few sips of wine. I was full of energy again. This time, it was the last virgin's turn. She was even younger, only fifteen, but her body was fully developed. Her skin was light brown, and the inside of her vagina was pink. Although she had never been with a man, she was very eager. The other women taught her and helped her, and she slid in smoothly. She actively responded to the thrusting. I carefully and patiently guided her step by step to experience her first great pleasure. I believe that these two girls will never be afraid of sex in their lives and will thoroughly enjoy it.
That night, I made love to the five of them twice more, then we fell asleep in each other's arms. When I woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day. They gave me some peeled fruit and snacks. After I ate, Marina took me to the large public bath. There were already dozens of people there, men and women splashing and playing naked. I went into the water, and two young girls scrubbed my back. I felt comfortable and clean. Marina then took me back to the main hall, where three women helped me onto a high bed with thick cushions and massaged me. They were very skilled, making my whole body feel relaxed and recovering from fatigue. They gave me a cup of wine, and soon I fell asleep again.
I woke up at dusk, still in the massage room, feeling refreshed. Several women, knowing I was awake, immediately came up to me and began to caress my entire body. One of them pulled my hand to her huge breasts, while my tongue was licking another's erect breast. Someone was already sucking on my penis like it was snow. I was incredibly excited and felt an indescribable pleasure.
A moment later, I felt someone put a vagina over my penis and move it up and down. I couldn't see who it was, but several pairs of huge, firm breasts were moving around in front of me, at my mercy. The woman moved around in my lower body for a few dozen times, then left. Someone guided my penis and inserted it into another woman's vagina. The feeling of slowly pushing it in was wonderful. When it reached the end, she moved up and down. This time it was different from the previous one; she had a lot of vaginal fluid, so the movements became faster and faster. I felt her tremble and her body go limp. She was helped away, and another woman took her place. This continued, with each woman doing about sixty or seventy thrusts before moving on to the next. By the fifth woman, she was urgent and pressured. After she moved fifty or sixty times, I couldn't help but ejaculate, and then I collapsed.
They didn't want me to continue; they just stroked my body, gave me some snacks and a little wine. In less than ten minutes, I regained my vigor and continued my battles. After several women, I ejaculated again. This time I was very tired and soon fell into a deep sleep. They didn't disturb me.
When I awoke, it was probably early the next morning. I was still on the floor of the main hall. The hall was quiet; most of the men and women were asleep, except for a few couples still entwined and panting. The women beside me were also dreaming, and there were men beside them, indicating that they had been making love with other men while I was asleep.
I won't go into details about the third day, which was much the same as the first: vehicle-style sex, followed by a few hours of sleep after ejaculation, then some aphrodisiac wine, and more sex. I have no idea how many women I've had sex with. I think I ejaculated more than ten times, and just considering genital intercourse, there were probably fifty or sixty. In short, after the "Owa Cleansing Ritual," I slept for more than thirty hours before I recovered, but my whole body ached, and it took two more days of rest to get better.
Ruby and I stayed for another ten days or so, collecting a lot of information, taking many photos, leaving behind everything they liked, and teaching them some simple technological methods to improve their lives. During these ten days, I was finally able to truly make love with Marina. She knew how to use internal energy, using wall-wriggling massage to give her partner the ultimate pleasure. In addition, I couldn't resist the pleading of other women, and had sex with two women I chose every day. Finally, we had to leave the Inka tribe. When we parted, Marina and Andidou were reluctant to say goodbye, seeing us off for several miles before we parted. I was also a little melancholy.
On the way back, we avoided Andonbamba and detoured south, driving on a dusty and rugged mountain road. Ruby and I talked about our experiences over the past ten days. During the "cleansing ceremony," she had enjoyed the company of dozens of strong men, appreciating their skills and strength, and getting great satisfaction from them. Suddenly, a tremendous force threw the car more than ten feet into the air. I was thrown out and landed in a thicket of bushes. The car rolled and overturned on its side by the roadside. I believe I was unconscious for several minutes before slowly crawling out of the bushes. The car was already on fire. I quickly went to pull Ruby out of the car. Less than two minutes later, the car exploded. Apart from our wallets and notebooks, all the hard-earned information, photos, and videotapes were gone. Fortunately, our car was a convertible, otherwise, we might not have survived.
Even I can hardly believe it myself, but our car had struck a landmine. Apparently, drug lords frequently operate in this area, and the military and police were conducting a raid. To hinder the pursuit, the drug traffickers had planted landmines on the road, and unfortunately, we ran into them.
I suffered a scrape on my forehead, bleeding profusely, while Ruby's injury was more serious; she lost an arm. Just as we were feeling lost, three armed military vehicles passed by. They stopped when they saw the burning car. We told the officer in charge everything. He sent a telegram requesting helicopter rescue. He left two soldiers with us and continued to chase the drug traffickers.
A week later, I returned to my hometown in Toronto. Although there was no evidence to prove what happened to us, it was a blessing that we were able to return safely. This was an unforgettable experience that only happened among the Indian tribe. I happened to be there by chance, and with seven parts luck, I had this extraordinary encounter.
A few days ago, I spoke with Ruby on the phone. She asked if I was interested in another trip. This time, the destination was the ancient Greek ruins in the Mediterranean, and I would also like to attend a 4,000-person nudist camp held there. That's another story.




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[Volume 2: A Life of Indulgence and Debauchery] Chapter 156: The Sunset's Majesty Remains (1)


This afternoon, I went to Sincere Department Store in Mong Kok to buy a shirt. When I came out, I met Mrs. Leung at the door with a little girl who looked about four or five years old. She told me that the child was her daughter. The little girl, hearing her mother call me Mr. Fang, smiled and politely called me "Uncle Fang." This was the first time I'd heard a younger person address me differently; I'd always been called "Uncle." At the time, I didn't pay much attention. I just smiled and nodded. However, when I got home and tried on clothes, I looked closely at my reflection in the mirror and noticed my hair was graying and my forehead had more wrinkles. I did look older than before.
These past few years, I'd been so focused on enjoying sex with several women that I'd almost forgotten I was approaching middle age. Now, however, I'm not saddened by the passing of time; instead, I'm glad I haven't wasted my years. Although heaven didn't give me a perfect family, it did grant me several memorable encounters with women—I should be content!
The night was cool and still, and my chance meeting with Mrs. Liang during the day had stirred up a flood of thoughts. Seven years ago, when I was a sailor, I had only lived in Aiyue Village for less than a year. One day, due to a typhoon warning, I was forced to return home. I wanted to surprise my beloved wife, but instead, she gave me a bolt from the blue. It was a little after 2 PM, and my son had already gone to school. I quietly opened the door and entered the house, only to be met with a vivid and erotic scene. The protagonist was my wife, completely naked, straddling a naked man's body. Her body, usually mine alone, was now receiving a stranger's penis. I stood there dumbfounded, watching the naked couple hurriedly put on their clothes and flee in a disheveled state. I was stunned and at a loss. I simply couldn't accept this reality, yet what I wished I hadn't seen was unfolding before my eyes like a drama.
From then on, whether she felt ashamed to face me again or was determined to pursue perfect desire, she abandoned me and our fifteen-year-old son without saying goodbye. I considered that because of my profession, I had indeed neglected her, so I didn't blame her too much. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't find her. I placed an ad in the newspaper, offering to help her and urging her to come home, but to no avail. To support my son's studies, I had to quit my job as a sailor. However, I couldn't find a suitable job immediately.
In my desperation, I unexpectedly won the lottery. I secretly received a considerable windfall. Since becoming single, I still had to work odd jobs to make ends meet. Mrs. Liu, who lived across the street, had been a great help in taking care of my son, so my first thought was to buy her some gifts. Mrs. Liu's name was Wanqing; she was a young woman in her late twenties with a daughter in primary school.
Later, I tried investing in real estate, and with Hong Kong property prices soaring, I secretly amassed tens of millions in assets in just two years.
Not wanting to be greedy, I stopped and arranged some necessary matters. First, I took my son on a trip to England and arranged for him to study there, then flew back to Hong Kong.
Upon returning, I was shocked to learn that Mr. Liu had died in an industrial accident. I helped Mrs. Liu with the funeral arrangements and gave her some money to tide her over. Mrs. Liu thanked me profusely, but I felt it was nothing.
From then on, I began frequenting brothels, regardless of size or status, eager to try them all. Unfortunately, direct sexual encounters are rather dull, lacking any sense of emotion. After trying my hand at various types of prostitutes, I grew weary and spent more time at home. This led to my physical relationship with Mrs. Liu. Later, through her connections, I also had affairs with Mrs. Zhang (Wang Lirong) and Mrs. Chen (Guo Yuzhen) from the neighborhood, as well as Mrs. Xu and her daughter who lived downstairs.
This affair began in my son's second year studying in England, on the day he returned after summer vacation. I took him to the airport, and on my way back, I was so tired that I collapsed onto the bed without closing the door. Mrs. Liu saw me from across the street and came to my bedside, asking, "Uncle Fang, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
I replied, "I think I was a little dizzy from being in the sun too much."
Wanqing said, "I'll go get some medicated oil for you to apply; it might make you feel better."
She then went back to her house. After a while, I heard her lock the iron gate, and then she came back into my room. She went to my bedside, placed the medicated oil on the bedside table, and said to me, "After applying the oil and taking a nap, you'll feel better. I'm going to the market to buy groceries; what do you need? I'll buy it for you!"
I said, "Just some fruit will do."
Wanqing closed the door for me and went downstairs. I lay there lazily, not moving for about two hours. Wanqing returned and came into my room first.
Seeing that I hadn't applied the medicated oil she brought, she put down what she was carrying. She closed the door again, then walked to my bedside and said gently, "Why aren't you applying the medicated oil? Let me do it for you!"
I smiled at her, and just as I was about to decline, Wanqing had already picked up the medicated oil, poured a little into her hand, and gently applied it to my forehead. Then she massaged my temples with her thumb.
I've experienced similar scenes countless times in acupressure centers, but I've never felt so excited as when Wanqing did it for me now. I couldn't help but open my eyes and look at her charming, round face. Wanqing's eyes met mine, and she lowered her head shyly, feeling a little awkward. I asked, "Wanqing, Mr. Liu has been gone for a year now, and you're still so young. Why don't you find a good husband to marry?"
Wanqing replied, "I need someone to want me!"
I teased, "It's a pity I'm so much older than you, otherwise I would propose to you!"
Wanqing laughed, "I wouldn't marry you! You're so promiscuous, I don't know how many women you've been with."
I laughed, "I go out to play around because I have no other choice!"
"Sigh! You men are so lucky! You go out to play around every night and still complain about having no other choice." Wanqing sighed.
"Women are the same! It's just that you're more conservative!" I said, grabbing her soft hand that was massaging my head. Wanqing seemed startled and pulled her hand away, asking, "Are you feeling better?"
I laughed, "Much better! Your touch is really good, I wish you were my wife!"
"Get lost!" Wanqing pretended to be angry and punched me with her small fist. I grabbed her soft hand and held it tightly, saying, "Fine! You won't marry me, and you dare hit me!"
Wanqing said shyly, "Let's not talk about marriage anymore, but if you like me, I can sell myself like those women you've been with outside!"
I laughed, "Wanqing, you're really joking. Fine! Name your price!"
Wanqing turned her head away and said, "What's the point of talking about a price? In the past year or so, if it weren't for your help to my family, I don't know what I would have done. If you're still interested in me, consider it my way of repaying you!"
I suddenly pulled her down onto the bed. She cowered in my arms, her eyes tightly closed, trembling all over, like a lamb to the slaughter.
“Wanqing, my gratitude for your family’s help stems from your care for my son. Now that I’m able to do more, I’ll continue, and it will be the same in the future! Why should I ask for anything in return?” I stroked her smooth arm, down to her hand, and then pulled her soft hand towards my already erect penis. Wanqing’s hand recoiled as if electrocuted, but she still obediently accepted my dominance. A trembling hand slipped through my unzipped pants and gently grasped my thick, hard penis.
I kissed her cheek, and to my surprise, she offered her lips to kiss me back. I hadn’t experienced this feeling in a long time. Most women in Hong Kong’s sex industry don’t kiss their clients, and I’ve never initiated a kiss with them. Now, Wanqing and I were tongues entwined, saliva flowing between us. Although I hadn’t actually penetrated her, it was already intoxicating.
I reached out and touched Wanqing’s breasts, finding them full and firm. I then probed deeper into her underwear, caressing her skin. Wanqing's body softened, allowing me to indulge my desires, but her nipples hardened under my touch. I had always noticed Wanqing's high, firm breasts, but I never imagined they would be in my hands now. Wanqing panted softly, her full body trembling slightly with my rapid heartbeat. My hand moved downwards, trying to explore her.
But Wanqing reached out and resisted, and I asked, "Why?"
Wanqing whispered, "Don't touch me, it must be very wet!"
I found her answer amusing and asked again, "Can I put what you're holding in your hand into a very wet place?"
Wanqing didn't answer, and even released her hand from my penis in embarrassment. I knew it was impossible for her to take the initiative, so I loosened her pants. Wanqing resisted slightly, but I half-heartedly pulled down her pants. I got out of bed and took off my own clothes. Seeing Wanqing with her eyes closed, her face full of shame, her clothes disheveled, and her body half-naked, she was incredibly alluring. This feeling was something I had rarely experienced when I was seeking pleasure in the brothel!




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[Volume 2: A Life of Indulging in Desire] Chapter 157: The Mighty Spirit of the Setting Sun Remains (2)


I hurriedly stripped off my own clothes, wanting to strip Wanqing naked as well, but she resisted. She grabbed my hand and said, "It's broad daylight, don't take any more off, it's so embarrassing!"
I lay down on her naked body and said, "Your pants aren't all off yet, it's hard to get in!"
Wanqing didn't answer. I kicked off her half-pulled pants and underwear with my foot, and she automatically spread her two tender white thighs apart. I pressed my thick, hard penis against her lower abdomen and deliberately asked, "Aqing, do you like me playing with you?"
Wanqing closed her eyes and answered, "I don't know!"
I let the glans touch Wanqing's wet labia, deliberately pretending that I couldn't get in. At this time, Wanqing's cheeks turned red, and it was clear that she really needed me to penetrate her. I patiently teased her from the outside. Wanqing gasped, "Uncle Fang, are you really trying to bully me?"
I laughed, "Don't I have eyes down there? Help me with that!"
Wanqing sighed helplessly and reached out to guide my penis to the entrance of her vagina. I thrust downwards, and the head of my penis slid in. Wanqing pulled her hand away, and I continued to thrust in. With a "whoosh," I pushed my thick, hard penis all the way into Wanqing's warm, wet vagina.
Wanqing clung tightly to my body. She had already had a child, but I felt her vagina was still tight. Her warm, soft flesh enveloped the part of me that was inside her, bringing indescribable pleasure. Because Wanqing hadn't had normal sex in a long time, her orgasm came very quickly. Before I even started thrusting, she was already overflowing with desire again. I rolled up her shirt, revealing her firm breasts. I licked her two bright red nipples, and Wanqing couldn't help but moan softly. I leaned down, pressing my chest against her soft breasts, moving my hips up and down, thrusting my thick, hard penis in and out of her moist little hole.
Wanqing was brought to orgasm again by my penetration, and her already wet little hole was now overflowing with juices. I paused, kissed her cold lips, and looked into her tearful eyes. Wanqing sighed and said weakly, "You're really something, you almost killed me!"
I said, "But I'm not finished yet!"
"Oh! Then let me rest for a while before you continue! Don't kill me in one go!" Wanqing said, squeezing the large penis inside her little hole tightly, and shyly closed her eyelids, saying again, "Now that I've given myself to you, don't play with me too much and then throw me away!"
I said, "So you like me. Why won't you marry me?"
Wanqing opened her eyes and smiled, saying, "Our children are all grown up, why bother with the trouble of marriage? We live right across the street, and since I've given myself to you once, I can give myself to you anytime you want, or even if you want children!" As Wanqing said this, she closed her eyes shyly again.
I gently kissed her long eyelashes and said, "Qingqing, do you like it like this, with our bodies connected?"
Wanqing said shyly, "Why do you ask me such embarrassing things? I'm ignoring you!"
I said, "I'm going to thrust again. If I ejaculate later, I'll pull out and shoot on your belly."
Wanqing whispered, "I just had my period yesterday, so you can be as domineering as you want, spray all you want inside!"
I thrust my penis deep inside her and laughed, "Am I bad?"
Wanqing laughed, "You're not bad, but you're too strong, so I'm at your mercy!"
I felt lightheaded from Wanqing's soft words and rose up, thrusting wildly into her wonderful place. This time, not only was Wanqing played with to the point of ecstasy, but I was also in an unprecedentedly excited state, my glans throbbing continuously, spraying a large amount of semen into Wanqing's body.
Wanqing held me tightly, her little fleshy opening contracting and relaxing, as if absorbing the fluids I released. I pressed softly against her soft body.
After a long while, I propped myself up and looked at the two mounds of soft flesh on Wanqing's chest, and couldn't help but kiss each one again. Wanqing let out a soft breath and said affectionately, "Uncle Fang, am I satisfactory?"
I said with emotion, "Satisfied, extremely satisfied. This time with you is probably the most exciting time of my life!"
Wanqing said, "Liar! I saw your ex-wife, she was quite beautiful! Besides, the women you play with outside must also be young and beautiful.
You must be saying this to make me happy!"
I quickly said, "It's true! Although I've tried many young girls, even seventeen or eighteen years old, no woman in the brothel treats me with such tenderness! As for my wife, needless to say. Although I still look forward to her returning home..." "She's gone, but she's gone forever."
Wanqing asked curiously, "You're so strong, I was almost exhausted just now. Why did she still have affairs behind my back?"
I sighed and said, "Back then I was a sailor, rarely home, and I definitely neglected her. Besides, I didn't really know much about sex back then, and our encounters were always so old-fashioned. Just based on that scene of catching her in bed with another man, we never used the position where my wife was riding on top of him. Sometimes when my wife was a little more proactive, I would scold her for being lewd, so it's no wonder she secretly indulged in lewd pleasures with other men!"
Wanqing laughed, "So I'll become your mistress. Then I can fool around with you to my heart's content!"
“I don’t think like I used to!” I said with a smile, stroking her beautiful breasts. “But if you weren’t married to me, you can’t be allowed to go out and philander!”
“I never thought of controlling you!” Wanqing contracted her lower abdomen, squeezing my still-inserted penis a few times, and said coquettishly, “You’re so strong, I’m just a weak woman, not enough for you to play with. But it wouldn’t be good if you brought back something bad. I’m not afraid of getting infected myself, but I’m afraid that if something happens to you, I’ll have no one to rely on.”
I blurted out, “I’ll transfer some money to your account tomorrow!”
“I’m not talking about money! I mean… oh dear! You’re so silly!” Wanqing squeezed my penis again. I finally understood. I said, “Then from now on, does that mean I have to settle down and say goodbye to the world of wandering?”
“I’ll let you do whatever you want!” Wanqing affectionately pulled me down, letting my chest press against her breasts. She continued, "Also, I know that Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Chen, who live next door, both have some gambling debts. If you're willing to spend a little money, I believe you could have some fun with them!"
I laughed, "If I really get involved with them, won't you be jealous?"
"Why would I be jealous? If you don't have to go out and flirt, why would I mind if you sleep with a few more women? Besides, if you want too much from me later, they'll find out sooner or later. Both our families are one-sided, so if you can shut Lirong and Yuzhen up, there won't be any gossip."
I kissed Wanqing's lips tightly and said, "You're really clever, you've come up with a perfect plan, but they both have husbands, and I don't want to affect their normal families."
"You can rest assured about that. Lirong's husband works in Kowloon and doesn't get home until nine o'clock at night. Yuzhen's husband goes to the mainland and only comes back once a week.
If you two are having fun in my house, no one will know!"
"Money's no problem. How do you want to proceed?"
"Get up first so I can put my pants on, then we can discuss it slowly, okay?"
So I withdrew my limp penis from Wanqing's vagina and lay down beside her. Wanqing tore off some tissues to cover my engorged opening, then pulled up her pants. She carefully wiped me clean, then pulled the sheet over my naked body. Then we lay side-by-side talking.
It turned out Wanqing planned to set up a mahjong table at her house for Lirong and Yuzhen to play. I'd play a game myself, hoping to get to know them better, help them pay off their gambling debts, and then develop a physical relationship. I expressed my complete agreement with her plan. Wanqing leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss, let me touch her breasts for a while, then
took the groceries she had just bought and went home.

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