Little Aunt

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"Oh...
oh..." "
Oh...ah..." An "oh" from one side, an "oh" from another...
If these sounds were recorded and made into a record, listening to them in my spare time, I believe they wouldn't be much inferior to Strauss's "The Blue Danube"!
"Jay...Jay!"
My aunt cried out like a half-dead person calling for a loved one.
A moment later, I felt as if I had been suddenly pushed off a cliff, my whole body trembling, my limbs going limp, and my penis throbbing involuntarily.
A stream of hot semen shot out, hitting the very core
of her flower. At the same time, my aunt also ejaculated, and her limbs went limp even weaker.
My first time having intercourse with Gu Hong in the morning, though brief, brought a kind of "stolen" pleasure.
This public performance not only brought lasting enjoyment but also a sense of "majestic" nobility.
However, what follows requires the support of Huan Xin and perseverance.
To kill three birds with one stone is no ordinary feat, let alone to achieve four victories within a few hours.
Therefore, I must give it my all, and to ensure victory in every battle, I cannot afford the slightest slackening.
At this moment, I remained lazily nestled on my aunt's soft breasts, unwilling to get up.
I know: the beginning of love is as sweet as sugar; but the end of love is more like aged honey, delicious when eaten but with an endless aftertaste.
I love this lingering aftertaste, and at the same time, I can use it to absorb some yin essence to compensate for the loss just now, and also to replenish my energy, so that I can feel more at ease when I engage in a "relay race" with my mother and Gu Hong later.
"Jie... my Jie... how great and sacred you are!"
My aunt kept praising me, her whole body like a sponge, completely paralyzed beneath me, trembling slightly like a minor earthquake, giving me a dizzying pleasure.
She breathed slowly, and as her breath fell on my face, I smelled a warm, musky scent—a scent that was incredibly alluring to the opposite sex.
My aunt's smooth, warm body remained beneath me, and my gradually softening penis lingered greedily within her wet, glistening vagina.
Meanwhile, Gu Hong and her mother, standing nearby, were becoming increasingly aroused.
According to custom, it was now Gu Hong's turn to "battle" with her mother, so Gu Hong stood calmly and composedly to the side, patiently waiting.
Seeing her mother's bare, white buttocks facing me, that maddening part of her body, like a misty mountain, was both alluring and indistinct, incredibly tantalizing.
So, my penis, still lingering inside my aunt's vagina, was like a tourist who had discovered a paradise. Although my aunt tightly hugged my waist, waiting for it to harden again so she could scratch her itch and relieve her discomfort, it was a prior agreement, and a gentleman keeps his word; how could I break my promise to my waiting aunt?
When my penis hardened again, I forcefully broke free from this greedy man's clinging and propped myself up, turning to my aunt beside me.
Although my aunt was a servant, her skin was as smooth and white as her aunt and nephew's.
Especially her pair of round, pointed breasts, which were large and firm, comparable to those of Jane Austen in Hollywood.
As soon as I touched those plump breasts, she rolled over, lying flat on her back, her legs spread apart, revealing the most crucial point.
She was truly a woman with a unique charm, and her beauty was far inferior to Gu Hong's.
However, she possessed a different kind of healthy beauty typical of Western women—rounded and firm, radiating a fiery allure.
Her smooth, slightly creamy-colored body, fleshy and plump thighs, and beneath the slightly protruding mound of flesh, a small, tight vulva.
Due to my limited experience at the time, I couldn't identify the type of her vulva.
I sensed that it concealed a different kind of alluring and ingenious beauty.
Her slender waist, smooth abdomen, and full, pointed breasts were both unique and provocative.
Just as I was becoming thirsty and eager to leap onto her, she suddenly rolled over, causing me to miss.
It seemed she had a peculiar fetish, perhaps a sexual technique she had invented herself. She didn't let men easily obtain her, deliberately employing the "playing hard to get" technique, constantly arousing your burning desire before gracefully falling into your arms.
At this point, although she was already aroused, she wanted to first flaunt her desire, perhaps a kind of sexual perversion.
I couldn't guess her mood at the time, but I sensed that she didn't like straightforward sex; perhaps she preferred a rougher approach, which I might call "rape."
So, she feigned intimacy, squeezing her legs together and struggling incessantly.
I, in turn, pressed my attack on her relentlessly.
Finally, I grabbed her legs, forcefully pulling her body closer to me, straddling her with my right leg, pinning her heel down, and then, freeing my hands, pounced on her.
After a frantic struggle, she gradually lost her strength, her body limp and exhausted, her breathing becoming increasingly labored.
Her body, completely subdued and pinned beneath me, had utterly lost the power to resist and finally surrendered unconditionally.
"You bastard... I... surrender... hee hee..."
"Alright..." I was also panting, "Then everything is up to me!"
After saying that, I rubbed and teased her wet and slippery vulva with my already rock-hard penis.
She laughed at my teasing, a charming and seductive laugh that made her tender flesh tremble.
Her slender hands grasped my penis, but instead of immediately leading it into the bridal chamber, she held it in her hands and stroked it up and down.
How could I bear this, my God!
This constant stroking aroused me to the point of burning with desire, and I wanted to bite her lovely, large breasts.
Desperate, I had a sudden inspiration, and an idea came to me: why not tease her with my fingers too?
So, I slightly lifted my body and grabbed her wet, glistening vulva, kneading and squeezing it thoroughly. Then, I inserted two fingers, pinching her pearly clitoris and playing with it with all my might.
Instantly, she trembled and cried out, her breasts and lower abdomen thrusting upwards as if possessed.
Her two round, smooth thighs also trembled restlessly.
"Oh dear! Oh dear...you little devil...ah..." she screamed incessantly.
I completely ignored her cries, letting her scream as she pleased.
After all, the old man upstairs was deaf and blind, and besides, the nearest neighbor's house was at least two miles away.
This time, I finally gained the upper hand, leaving my two aunts, who were lying nearby watching, dumbfounded.
"Ah! Ah... This is killing me!"
No matter how much she screamed, I was determined to keep rubbing her until she was exhausted.
After a while, I felt her clitoris gradually swell up, like a hard sponge, and it was hot, slippery, and throbbing incessantly.
The constant digging and kneading actually made this little slut feel good.
My hands felt increasingly wet, as if they were in a washbasin.
Then, a rapid series of digs followed, until every inch of her body trembled wildly before stopping.
She clung weakly to my neck, and soon our four hot lips were pressed together.
But even then, my hands never left her opening and closing vulva, my two fingers constantly pinching and playing with her clitoris.
In truth, I myself was already itching with desire. If it weren't for creating the climax of sex, I probably would have already engaged in intercourse with her, and perhaps we would have already stopped fighting.
At this moment, she stopped stroking my large penis back and forth, and instead pulled it forcefully towards her vulva.
At the same time, her own hot and burning body automatically moved towards me.
The moment my glans touched her warm, moist labia, a tremor ran through the base of my penis.
Then, with practiced ease, it thrust forward, a soft "whoosh" sound filling my ears, and my entire penis was inside.
"Ah! My God!"
she suddenly cried out, her face turning deathly pale, her breasts heaving, her abdomen contracting, and she immediately fainted.
This condition is medically termed "exhaustion," often occurring in people who have overindulged in sexual activity or haven't had sexual intercourse for a long time.
My mother-in-law's fainting spell fell into the latter category.
Of course, she hadn't had sex with a man in a long time, and in this environment, after prolonged mental and physical repression, exhaustion was to be expected.
Although my sexual skills are rudimentary, the knowledge I've gained from books is sufficient for me to handle it with ease.
I held back for a moment, then held her tightly in my arms and continued thrusting very gently and slowly.
Soon, as if waking from a dream, Little Auntie slowly opened her eyes, then burst into tears of joy.
She sobbed softly, tears welling in her eyes, while naturally swaying her plump hips, her movements in rhythm with my penis as we engaged in the most sacred battle of sex.
"Ah...that was close..." she said thankfully, "Just now...I almost went to the underworld...oh..."
"Don't be afraid!" I comforted her, "I'll save you in time!"
Hearing my words, she seemed to have drunk too much wine, so alluring and affectionate, her watery eyes staring directly at me.
In Little Auntie's warm little room, time seemed to fly by unnoticed, and we both felt a naked, retro, and unrestrained pleasure.
In this noisy and crowded society, human life is as fleeting as a flower. While alive, we should try to relax and seek as much joy as possible.
I've always wondered: why do some people keep such a tense expression every day, struggling to make a living? Why not pursue a joyful life to the fullest? How wonderful it
would be to relax our anxious hearts and tense muscles, let our souls return to a state of carefree bliss, lay down some of the burdens of real life, and rediscover the simple life inherent in human nature!
This is a perfect example right now!
Hidden in this mysterious place, completely isolated from the noisy outside world, three women and one man, all naked and undressed, their hearts pounding and their breaths shallow, this rare exchange of spirit and flesh—this is the true face of life.
The little fairies, all joyful and carefree, their eyes darting around, are enjoying the most sacred and noble pleasures of life.
At this moment, I was completely naked, pressed tightly together with the two of us, each using every trick in the book to give the other the pleasure they craved. We
also derived priceless joy from each other.
No other sounds could be heard, only the beautiful "plop, sizzle" of
our bodies. She would sometimes sway her slender waist gently, sometimes shake her plump buttocks wildly. The two onlookers stared intently at the core of our soul-to-soul connection, their lustful expressions as if they wanted to embed their eyes into our flesh.
The young woman was also a beautiful and alluring woman. Once she embraced my broad, strong shoulders, she immediately wouldn't let go. Her
two round, white, tender arms clung to me like two snakes, and her two thick, smooth calves wrapped tightly around my waist.
And, panting, her two hot, thick lips kept nibbling at my neck and shoulders, like a ravenous wolf.
After a series of bites and a frenzied trembling, she suddenly fell silent.
A glistening sheen of sweat glistened on her cheeks and forehead, and a blush gradually spread from her ears to her temples, as if her face had been instantly smeared with rouge.
At the same moment that blush appeared, I felt a warm, moist flow, like a small spring, gushing from her narrow, slippery vulva.
Suddenly, my body temperature soared.
A strange electric current, like thousands of invisible maggots, swiftly crawled along every vein, instantly coursing through my entire body.
Finally, an unconscious, natural writhing motion caused that most precious fluid within the human body to gush forth uncontrollably.
One drop, two drops, three drops… like a machine gun, each drop accurately hitting her sensitive clitoris.
"Ah... dearest... beloved... ah... how wonderful!"
"Of course it's wonderful... my darling..."
Like a guide climbing the Alps, having conquered the last peak, so joyful and satisfied, so relaxed and comfortable.
Having unloaded the burden and completed the task, she stretched her limbs and rested lazily and peacefully.
The storm had finally passed, and the pear blossoms, washed clean by the cool air, rose delicately, picking up the remaining traces of their destruction.
The young woman, blushing, dressed casually and contentedly, her eyes brimming with tears, smiling wistfully, panting as she looked at me and then at her two masters, as if thanking us.
Before it was Gu Hong's turn, she had already filled the coffee table with champagne again, the coffee with milk steaming hot, and the wine glasses filled with wine, holding them for me to enjoy.
She was a clever and sensible girl, and her intentions were so good. She had prepared the food, not out of habit, but entirely out of kindness.
She wasn't selfish; before making love to me, she wanted me to eat something so that my exhausted energy could recover for the next round.
Observing her character and upbringing from this alone proves that education is indeed one of the most important conditions for life!
So, my aunt and everyone else temporarily put on long veils, although underneath, we were still completely naked.
But at least eating was a sacred thing, and sacred things should not be desecrated in the slightest.
After one act of intercourse, my aunt achieved supreme satisfaction.
At this moment, she was as lively as a bird released from its cage, hopping and skipping, humming snippets of popular English songs, serving us in and out, completely forgetting about the blind old man upstairs.
My aunt was still staring at me lustfully, I knew that. After a brief rest, her ambition had returned, and I didn't have the superhuman strength to accept her challenge again.
Considering my battle with Gu Hong, would I still have the strength left to deal with her?
So, I promised her I wouldn't leave that night. After I ate and made love with Gu Hong, I would get a good night's sleep to be refreshed for our all-night battle.
They didn't object at all; on the contrary, they treated me even more warmly.
At this point, because of our physical and emotional contact, we had gone from strangers to acquaintances, even becoming like relatives. We ate and chatted, occasionally playfully shoving and teasing each other, affectionately calling each other "sister" and "brother," like a close-knit family.
With so many people and so many conversations, and the gradual mingling and familiarity among us, the food and drinks on the table were quickly devoured.
So, kind-hearted Gu Hong set up a table again for Little Aunt.
And the charming little aunt secretly went upstairs and brought back some of her father's health-preserving wine and a tonic called "Fanba Gen."
This thing called Fanba Gen is the root of a plant that grows on the snow-capped mountains of Tibet and is said to be very beneficial to the kidneys.
It is said that the mysterious Yeti, besides eating animal meat, mostly survives on this.
Many mountaineers risk their lives climbing the highest peaks in search of this miraculous tonic, and every year countless people perish in those high peaks and valleys in search of it.
We all enjoyed the health-preserving wine and Fanba Gen that Little Aunt brought, and in less than fifteen minutes, we had finished them all. Before long, everyone was radiant and felt like they were floating on air.
In particular, I experienced a sharp physiological change. Perhaps due to the momentary pleasure of the taste and overindulgence in the greens, my entire body suddenly felt a powerful, restless urge.
My heart felt like it was being burned by an uncontrollable, nameless fire, and every vein and muscle swelled up, becoming unusually dry and hot.
At the same time, my previously limp penis, which had been hanging quietly between my legs, suddenly swelled and hardened.
A subtle, unusual, and intense itching sensation arose around the glans, constantly urging me to take the initiative.
The changes caused by the miraculous effects of this drug immediately filled me with countless doubts. I secretly wondered if the elderly man upstairs, who was over seventy years old, who took these two supplements every day, also experienced the same physiological reaction, and how he managed his private sexual life.
As I pondered these thoughts, Gu Hong, sitting beside me, gradually became uneasy.
First, she put down her wine glass, slipped her hand under my clothes, and began to knead my hard penis while using her other hand to explore her own genitals. Then,
looking at my mother and aunt, bound by our "agreement" and unable to find suitable substitutes, they both collapsed onto the side of the bed, desperately digging and pressing against their vulvas.
A series of "sizzling" sounds emanated from beneath their vulvas, instantly filling the entire room with this exquisite music.
"Ai ai... yo yo..." my aunt moaned.
"Ah..." my mother also moaned incessantly.
A moment later, Gu Hong began to tremble violently.
Then, she suddenly leaped towards me, and I seized the opportunity to pick her up, flipping her over so we both tumbled onto the other side of the bed.
Then, I held her tightly in my arms and began to gently caress her full buttocks and slender waist...
Finally, I ran my hand down her smooth thighs to her delicate area, teasing her between those alluring folds of flesh with the slightest touch.
She opened her legs wide without any restraint, letting me pinch her clitoris, which was slippery and tender from the moisture.
Finally, after a few moments of my caresses, a trickle of slippery fluid flowed from her warm vulva.
At this point, she could no longer resist coming to me; her desire had already surged like a tidal wave.
I knelt between her legs, half-lying down, burying my face in that mysterious place, gently sucking the fragrant fluid with my mouth, while simultaneously licking her increasingly swollen clitoris with my tongue.
This licking and sucking aroused her wildness.
She was passionate and excited, and in an instant, she hugged me tightly, her mouth pecking at my neck and chest like a bird, while her lower abdomen thrusting high to find my penis.
I never imagined the effects of this drug on her body would be so wonderful.
At this moment, she transformed from her usual self into a wildfire of passion, wild and wanton.
Because her vulva was forced to produce excessive moisture by the drug, and because her labia were wide open, my hard, thick penis, upon contact, slid in easily, like an eel burrowing into a hole, disappearing completely into her flesh.
The moment our bodies joined, our body temperatures immediately rose; our two intertwined bodies trembled incessantly, radiating heat, feeling as if we were hugging a blazing fire.
A moment later, she began an unprecedentedly wild and unrestrained writhing, repeatedly raising and thrusting her hips before suddenly slamming them down.
This was followed by a rapid, torrential series of twists and turns, as if deliberately trying to break my precious member.
Strangely enough, while this drug ignited a man's lust and secretly enhanced his stamina for longer durations, it had the opposite effect on women.
It did more harm than good for them; the benefit was that it easily brought them continuous pleasure, but conversely, it caused them to ejaculate quickly and repeatedly, to the point of near collapse.
This result was later confirmed when I had sex with my aunt and mother again.
My intercourse with Gu Hong lasted about twenty minutes, and my subsequent intercourse with my aunt and mother took up nearly fifty minutes.
During this hour-long period, I maintained a high level of pleasure and never softened or ejaculated a single drop of semen.
However, each of the three of them had climaxed at least four times, and each time they were completely exhausted.
Because I was afraid of harming their health, or more importantly, to avoid any unthinkable mistake, I forcibly suppressed my lust and gave them a "no-fight" sign, bidding them farewell and going home so they could rest and prepare for our next encounter.
As fate would have it, "no coincidence is too much."
I had barely stepped inside my house, less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, when I received a call from Chizuru, whom I had almost forgotten about.
She said the reason she hadn't had a chance to call me was because her husband had returned from Southeast Asia, and she repeatedly apologized to me.
At the same time, what made her even more apologetic was that her husband was taking her to Tokyo in the next day or two, making it impossible for us to meet again for a short time.
Finally, to compensate me for my losses, she came up with a compromise: she offered to pay all my expenses for the trip to Japan and let me go to Tokyo with them for a few days, since her husband needed to make business contacts in Japan. In that case, I could take the opportunity to spend some time with her.
Indeed, it was a brilliant plan, and I couldn't help but agree with her idea. At the same time, I couldn't help but admire her meticulous planning.
So, I accepted her invitation and asked the school for a two-week leave.
The next morning, while I was still sound asleep, a middle-aged woman dressed as a maid delivered her note and a plane ticket to Tokyo, along with a check for 1,500 dollars from a Royal Bank.
In a hurry, I packed my things, took a taxi to Kai Tak Airport before 10:40 AM, and two hours later, I was leisurely strolling the bustling streets of Tokyo.
I had never been to Tokyo before, and my impressions were vague, based on movies and books.
In fact, Tokyo had been steadily rising since the war, becoming a world-class Eastern metropolis—a paradise and a hell at the same time!
First, I was greeted by the renowned Ginza and Asakusa districts, teeming with bars, dance halls, and cinemas, and plastered with large, unsettling advertisements featuring nude women.
Cars and trams of all kinds sped east and west, crowds thronged, and the high-speed rail and subway trains rumbled incessantly day and night.
At night, the scene was a hundred times more vibrant, neon lights shimmering like colorful clouds in the hazy air, and the sounds of singing, the smell of alcohol, and the aromas of various cosmetics evoked a sense of genuine admiration for the extravagant lifestyle of civilized society.
While Hong Kong also boasts high international standards, it is distinctly different from Tokyo, which currently has a population of ten million.
That night, I was completely captivated by Tokyo's chaotic scene, lingering until nearly dawn before being led by a Mr. Kimura to a small tourist hotel to rest.
The next day, just as I was stretching lazily in bed and getting ready to wash up, my servant handed me a business card from Mr. Wan Peng, who bore the name of the "Tokyo Missing Persons Investigation Bureau."
He had been commissioned by Hong Kong to investigate my whereabouts and had also sent me a telegram signed by the pseudonym Zhang Liangren.
Opening the telegram, I learned that Qianzhi had delayed her trip by another day; she was originally scheduled to arrive at Haneda Airport at 5 PM that afternoon.
This meant I would have to wait another day, and also another day of absurdity.
Time flies unexpectedly fast when one is happy, except when waiting for something to happen or for someone to appear.
If I had known she was going to delay, I could have changed my flight and gone to Gu Hong's house for another day of enjoyment.
During this day, Mr. Kimura again served as my volunteer guide, leading me on a tour of famous historical sites near Tokyo for eighteen US dollars.
It was cherry blossom season, and Tokyo and its suburbs were ablaze with fiery red. The vibrant yet short-lived national flower of Japan exuded a wild allure, especially the graceful Japanese girls dressed in clothes thinner and more transparent than paper, their voluptuous and beautiful bodies half-hidden, half-revealed, creating a fatal stimulation.
Kimura noticed my thoughts and said to me in broken Cantonese, half-jokingly, "You want to find a pretty girl to have some fun with, huh? Hehe..."
"Am I?" I replied stiffly.
"Come on! I'll take you to find one."
Without asking for my further consent, he hailed a taxi, spoke for a while to the man with the small mustache, and then dragged me into the car.
Although Tokyo's traffic and pedestrians were as numerous as a river of fish, the flow was remarkably smooth. In no time, we arrived at a street near the former Imperial Palace and stopped in front of two vermilion gates near the riverbank.
After getting off the bus, Kimura paid the ten yen fare and went straight to press the doorbell. A slender, ballerina-like girl answered the door. They chatted for a while, and then the girl led us inside. It was
a spacious Western-style hall, furnished like a traditional Chinese scholar's residence in northern China. Girls in kimonos and sporting the latest Parisian fashions were coming and going—a truly incongruous and laughable sight.
Japanese women are world-renowned for their attentiveness and gentleness towards men. They surrounded me, each giving me a deep ninety-degree bow.
As they bowed, a rich, perfumed scent wafted from their open necklines, making me feel as if I were immersed in a perfume jar, instantly stirring a wild, untamed desire within me.
Like a country bumpkin entering a grand garden, I soon felt overwhelmed by the sight.
Fortunately, I had a translator with me. Seeing that I was momentarily confused by the various demons and unable to make a decision, he stepped in to help me out.
He found me a girl named Jiezi who had lived in mainland China with her parents for several years during the war. She was generous and kind, with a quiet personality like a chrysanthemum, making her exceptionally endearing at first glance.
Jiezi spoke fluent Chinese, and her small room was filled with antique Chinese decorations. The walls were covered with Chinese landscape paintings, and a plate of sandalwood incense burned on the table, the smoke adding to the mystical atmosphere, as if I were in a fairyland.
She respectfully asked me many questions in Chinese, while taking out a bottle of strong liquor and some sweets and fruits from the wine cabinet.
She knew a lot, including that Chinese people loved to drink strong liquor, but she herself never touched a drop of alcohol.
While I was drinking, she smiled and kept me company, occasionally casually feeding me grapes or something similar.
After a few drinks, there was no need for further pleasantries. Food and sex are inseparable, so naturally, the next step was the proper rites of passage.
Jie Zi first helped me undress, and then she slowly undressed herself.
After being "disarmed," we lay down together. She stared dreamily at the tent ceiling and poured out her heart to me with great tenderness.
She said with a touch of sadness, "In those war-torn years, my father died in China..." She sighed softly and continued, "At that time, only my mother and I were left. Life was difficult in a foreign land, but my mother refused all the preferential treatment from the bereaved families, and even refused the summons for them to return home."
She was only twelve years old at the time, attending a girls' primary school, and naturally did not know the joys and sorrows of the adults.
One day, she came home from school and happened to see her mother embracing a tall Chinese man. This made her suddenly realize the secret of why her mother did not want to return home.
As she peeked through the vent, the tall Chinese man suddenly recoiled in surprise and tried to run away.
However, his mother's relentless pursuit caused him to tumble down, and what happened next shocked her even more.
She said that what surprised her wasn't her mother's furious expression, but the Chinese man's penis, which was over a foot long!
From then on, as she grew older and her body changed, she constantly thought about that large, oily penis.
Over time, her admiration for the Chinese grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, after nearly a decade of longing, her desire was fulfilled.
For this simple reason, she completely Sinicized her surroundings.
Her madam probably shared the same secret; the furnishings in the living room were enough to tell.
Jiezi swallowed her unfinished words and pulled my hand to her throbbing vulva, asking me to stimulate her first.
Having just tasted the flavors of a Japanese woman, how could I easily let the opportunity slip by without thoroughly exploring her entire body?
So, I used both hands to caress her smooth, almost marble-like flesh in an extremely "sexy" manner.
Finally, she pulled my hesitant hand towards her bouncy, slippery vulva, and I stopped.
I probed my fingers back into that tender, plump crevice, kneading the clitoris until it swelled to its limit. Also, fearing Mr. Kimura might be impatient waiting outside, I straightened my penis and thrust it towards her narrow but oily vulva.
What a coincidence! My penis met her wide-open vulva at the entrance.
And so, effortlessly, with a "whoosh," the two fleshy parts became intimately acquainted.
We thrust alternately, and I felt her vulva was small and lovely, as if naturally suited to my penis, its depth and size just right.
Thus, every thrust was full of feeling.
In an instant, she transformed into a snowman under the sun, all her bones seemingly vanished, leaving only a lump of warm, smooth, tender white flesh.
At this point, I couldn't help but feel regret. I hated myself for my rashness when I left, for forgetting to ask Gu Hong for some senna to take with me!
Jiezi was as docile and considerate as a little lamb, rolling me up and down. After about half an hour, we finished our "mission."
Before she climaxed, she trembled and cried out in a mixture of ecstasy and sorrow. After she
stretched out her limbs, I thrust my legs forward, and a stream of hot semen rushed towards her.
After we finished, Kimura was still waiting for me, so we started to explore the city. Finally, as the city lights began to twinkle, we hurried back to our small hotel. I
went to bed early last night and got up early this morning. I was still a while away from Chie's arrival time, and I knew she couldn't call me immediately after landing.
So, during this wonderful time, one could wander around aimlessly; or, more tediously, stay cooped up in a hotel watching boring television programs.
Japan is a country adept at imitating others. Whatever another country invents, Japan immediately follows suit, no matter the difficulty, to create its own.
As a result, their national standard of living has been subtly elevated.
In advanced Western countries, clubs of all kinds abound, such as "henpecked husband clubs," "old maid clubs," and "suicide clubs." Whatever exists elsewhere, Japan has it too; but what Japan has created, Europe may not necessarily follow.
For example, the currently popular "Saihunkai" (spring parties) in tourist metropolises like Tokyo, Yokohama, and Osaka is a unique kind of secret club, something Westerners lack.
After lunch, Kimura invited me to visit a Saihunkai.
This particular spring festival gathering is quite unique in Tokyo, frequently attracting numerous foreign tourists and reportedly earning tens of millions of dollars in foreign exchange for the country annually. For this reason, it naturally receives special "protection," as it's an illegal organization but not subject to "banning."
Its headquarters are located in the famous Asakusa Ward, disguised as the "Tamahime Girls' Dance School."
Membership requirements are extremely strict: members must be between fifteen and eighteen years old, and must swear an oath before joining. Of course, the first requirement is a "fit" physique, elegant demeanor, and a beautiful, dignified face.
Visitors are introduced by tour guides and must purchase a special mask upon entry to conceal their faces and avoid revealing their identities and embarrassing themselves in public.
This mask is, of course, meticulously designed for the convenience of tourists; it not only completely alters one's facial features but
also changes the tone of one's voice, as the voice is amplified through a microphone.
According to Kimura, "The tourists who come here are either from abroad, or even high-ranking officials from their own countries. This is undoubtedly thanks to their specially made masks."
After we were made up, Kimura led me through a long, winding corridor to the entrance of the "secret room."
Kimura then pressed a secret button, and a huge central hall opened with a creak. We were then transported, like descending into hell, by an elevator to this underground paradise.
We arrived at the perfect time, just in time for the first performance.
We sat around a rotating table, and as soon as we were seated, music began to play.
Then, a circular disc descended from the air, and around it stood eight exquisitely beautiful, serenely naked Eves. As soon as they landed in their designated positions, suddenly, all the lights in the room changed.
The lighting shifted to a strong peach-pink hue, and then the see-through lenses on the masks seemed to undergo an optical effect, instantly making vision a hundred times brighter. Not only did the colors of objects change, but they were also magnified several times over.
As the music slowed from allegro to adagio, the round table began to rotate slowly.
Each naked woman appeared before you an average of thirty times with the rotating rhythm, each marked with a number at her feet, allowing you to choose your favorite.
We sat at the same level as their genitals, so if you wanted to see their breasts and faces, you had to tilt your head back.
Thus, each tourist's head would sometimes tilt up and sometimes down, as if agreeing to lend money, the nodding gestures forced and laborious.
Numbers one through eight appeared in a loop before me, and looking through the mirror, their peculiar vulvas seemed as close as if they were glued to the lenses of my glasses.
Furthermore, those magnified vulvas were all restlessly pulsating, busily opening and closing, and with each closure, a glistening liquid was squeezed out from the crevice.
And when the labia parted, the purplish-grape-like clitoris and the moist little opening below it could be clearly seen.
It was truly wondrous; I was mesmerized by those small, alluring openings.
Kimura subtly gestured to me, indicating that number four was the most outstanding at this table, while I subconsciously felt that number six was more standard.
Of course, everyone's aesthetic standards are different.
So, I secretly remembered number six, to decide later when the party ended.
After the final circle, the music suddenly stopped, and the lights in the room instantly became bright.
At this moment, this plate of delectable beauty slowly rose, and when the music started a second time, another plate of exquisite objects quietly descended with the changing lights.
I found this disc's beauties rather ordinary, far less stunning than number six in the first disc.
Then, the third, the fourth, and so on—eight discs in total—came down in turn, the lights flickering, the music varying in tempo, sixty-four hot bodies swirling around, sixty-four gleaming genitals opening and closing before my eyes, and then the lights returned to their original bright hues.
Strauss's slow waltz began, and every tourist seemed exhausted, as if they'd just completed a long journey, slumping and sprawling on the large sofas around them.
I, too, felt as if I were drunk, my body limp, itchy, and utterly powerless.
Kimura gave me time to negotiate with number six, so I sat down alone, removed my mask, and took out a cigarette.
This kind of disguised prostitution was truly unique and novel; such things were commonplace in Tokyo and around the world. In this vast world, people toil day and night for a living. But then again, thinking about this wonderful side, life is ultimately a very interesting and worthwhile thing!
Kimura is back; he successfully negotiated and told me to go immediately.
A moment later, a group of young girls, each holding a number tag, came fluttering in like butterflies. I followed the matchmaker, number six, to a deeper, more secret room.
It was a purely Westernized room, with an apple-colored chandelier by the door, under which hung a brass plaque with the name "Miyako" in both Chinese and English.
Upon entering, I was greeted by a strong scent of violets.
Miss Miyako lay naked on a satin bed with a movable frame, her arms propped behind her hair, giving me a welcoming smile.
Her lower body was concealed under a semi-transparent floral sheet, her two full thighs clearly visible, and even her slightly protruding labia were faintly visible.
Her breasts were the high-perched type, typical of North American breasts, with a well-proportioned and defined outline, and the two prominent nipples were surrounded by alluring rose-colored halos. Her
large eyes, long eyelashes, and slightly upturned upper lip added to her captivating charm.
At that moment, I plopped down on the edge of the bed, completely captivated by her alluring charm, and without a trace of shame, I began to fondle her hairy armpits.
This amused her, and she giggled incessantly, then suddenly yanked off the sheet covering her lower body, leaping up to embrace me tightly and kiss me passionately.
As I kissed her, I grasped her large, round breasts and kneaded them.
I noticed her eyes were slightly closed as I fondled them, and her small, delicate nipples swelled.
Unfortunately, due to the language barrier, we couldn't express our feelings to each other. Time was fleeting, and the opportunity was lost. Unable to save time, I quickly undressed and climbed into bed for our lovemaking.
Just as I undressed and climbed onto the bed, she flipped me over, pinning me beneath her.
Then, my lips were covered by her hot, burning lips.
Miyako's kissing technique is unforgettable; she truly deserves her excellent "training."
Her tongue was so skillful, constantly exploring and teasing my mouth, making it tingle and itch, especially the base of my tongue, which felt burning and dry.
At that moment, an indescribable desire welled up from the depths of my heart, spreading along my veins and burning throughout my body.
So, I tried to move my lower body, letting my erect penis seek its source of pleasure.
However, she deliberately twisted her hips to avoid my penis, as if she wanted to follow the proper procedures for this transaction, not letting me penetrate her until the kissing, caressing, and teasing were over.
While my sexual experience is limited, making it difficult to use this technique skillfully, I am adaptable and can use further methods to create an orgasm.
I tried a sexual prelude, starting with a thorough, unrestrained caressing, followed by a series of kneading and probing.
She lay on top of me, pressing my penis down against her calves with her tightly closed, hot vulva, creating an awkward, unattainable situation.
Although my penis was repeatedly frustrated and trying to get back at her vulva
, it was powerless against her superior position.
So, I moved my hands from her slender waist down to her smooth, soft buttocks and began a thorough caressing.
I slipped my hands between her arms, over her buttocks, and soon found that delicate little slit.
Then, with one hand, I parted her slightly warm labia, while the other hand kept pinching that soft little clitoris.
In no time, the clitoris swelled up from being squeezed, and at the same time, a warm, slippery liquid flowed out from the small hole beneath it.
I then changed course, abandoning the swollen and hardened clitoris, and instead moved my fingers along the base of the clitoris, penetrating deep into the wet, slippery hole.
In an instant, the narrow hole, barely wide enough for a finger, gradually widened and relaxed, releasing a large amount of sticky vaginal fluid.
The labia minora, stimulated, opened and closed repeatedly, and the labia majora also moved in the same way.
So, I inserted my fingers further inside, moving them in and out rhythmically and rapidly, occasionally teasing the hot, wet walls of her vulva, which were as sticky as a fried cake.
Instantly, a miracle occurred: her cheeks flushed pink, her forehead beaded with sweat, her breathing quickened, and her kisses became increasingly intense and passionate.
Her body began to tremble slightly, her lower body shaking as well, her vagina becoming increasingly wet.
So, I inserted two fingers simultaneously, thrusting them deeper and more passionately, twisting and turning them rhythmically.
After a flurry of intense thrusting, Miyako reached her climax. I felt movement within her slippery vagina, and then her hips began to move up and down.
This movement could have given me an opportunity to penetrate her directly, but this time I would let her suffer a little.
Although she raised her hips high, using her wet vagina to seek my large penis, I deliberately teased her at this crucial moment.
I feigned affection as I held her in my arms, and with my right hand, I grasped my large, hard penis, the peach-like glans rubbing back and forth against her wet labia.
Friction generates electricity; this principle is not easily refuted.
After I rubbed against her for a while, sure enough, she started trembling all over, as if she were being electrified.
At the same time, the theory of electromagnetism was further proven. At this moment, she was like an octopus, tightly gripped by me and inseparable.
My glans couldn't suffer outside for long either. When her vagina opened wide again, I scratched hard with my lower abdomen, and with a "sizzle," a thick, long penis was swallowed up.
"Be thin! Be thin!" I heard those two words clearly. Although I didn't understand the meaning of "be thin" at the time, I guessed it was probably not far from the Chinese expression "wonderful."
Then, she began to moan softly and continuously, interspersed with moaning and groaning.
After she sat on top and twisted wildly, the penis inside her vagina also grew larger.
We twisted and turned like grinding soybeans for a long time, feeling her juices flow again and again, soaking my pubic hair and scrotum thoroughly.
The silk bedding beneath us was also soaked, making me feel like I was lying in a puddle, my arms feeling incredibly uncomfortable.
So, I sat up, moving my hips back to sit opposite her, like rocking a boat.
This made us both feel a little more comfortable, and we could see our two partners working diligently below.
Her breasts were high and firm, displayed before me like large peaches on an altar, making me feel a tingling sensation all over, and I really wanted to take a bite of those two pink and round mounds of flesh.
This position gave us a lot of convenience and pleasure; we could move around the bed freely, twisting and rocking as we pleased.
As I rocked, I thrust my body upwards.
With each thrust of mine, she quickly lowered her vulva downwards. As she did so, and I thrust again, the tightly joined parts made a "sizzling" sound. At the same time, she cried out lewdly, "I want it smaller, I want it smaller."
This was the perfect music, making my heart tremble even more violently.
Perhaps because each thrust touched her clitoris, the entire bed was now soaked with her juices.
The more the juices flowed, the more intense my desire burned.
Miyako's body trembled incessantly, her breasts heaving.
Her slippery vulva overflowed with moisture, her cervix began its beautiful sucking motion, and the tender walls of her vagina contracted and relaxed intermittently.
Suddenly, she shuddered violently, her arms desperately wrapping around my neck. Then, her fiery red lips pressed against mine, kissing and biting relentlessly, drawing blood from my lips in several places. Then, she gradually
weakened, her vulva suddenly enveloped in a wave of intense heat, becoming even more slippery and alluring like a hot spring.
Suddenly, the world spun around me, and I reached my climax at the same time.
After visiting the Spring Festival, it was almost 5 PM.
So, Kimura and I went to a Chinese restaurant for dinner.
We shared two small bottles of sorghum liquor from Taipei, ate some braised dishes and preserved eggs, and then each had a plate of spring rolls before hurrying back to the hotel.
As I took off my coat to wash up, the phone rang. I picked it up and was immediately overjoyed.
It turned out that Chie had come to Tokyo alone three days before her husband. The cuckold had to go to Malaya for two more days before he could get to Tokyo. Because the trip had been changed several times, he was afraid that his beloved concubine would be impatient, so he had sent her alone for three days to enjoy the scenery.
"My God! This is wonderful!" I said. "I'll go get the milk!"
"No need to bother anyone. I don't have much luggage anyway. I'll just call a taxi to come find you later." "
Darling, come quickly! Don't keep me waiting!"
"No, I'm coming...bye, bye..."
After hanging up, I immediately went to shower, change, and trim my beard, looking refreshed as I waited for my companion to arrive.
About half an hour after showering, I still hadn't seen Qianzhi.
But just as I lit a cigarette and was about to lie down on the bed, I suddenly felt a light knock on the connecting door to the next room. The key clicked, and then my Qianzhi gracefully slipped in.
"To avoid arousing suspicion, darling, I booked the room next door..." she said, then nestled into my arms like a little bird.
"Mmm...it's been so long, my love!" I gently kissed her.
"I've been thinking about you every day, darling..."
"You've been keeping me waiting!" I was lying. Actually, telling a woman the truth is the biggest fool in the world.
"Okay, punish me then, I deserve to be punished!"
"Then, lock your door and let me punish you!"
"You deserve to be punished to death, I feel so sorry for you!" She casually locked the door, and then quietly pounced on my chest.
I planted a kiss on her cheek, turned around and locked the door, and called the servants to tell them not to disturb my rest.
So, we started undressing without restraint, and in an instant, we were both completely naked.
"Come on... my Jie..." She spread her limbs and lay on my bed on her back: "Punish me! The harder the better... come on..."
I jumped forward, grabbed her two firm, white breasts, and began to knead them to my heart's content.
After about half a month apart, she seemed even more beautiful, delicate, and alluring than before.
Her breasts also appeared larger and smoother, and her vulva was much softer and fuller.
After haphazardly kneading and caressing her fleshy breasts for a while, she giggled and sat up, facing me, her legs spread apart, her delicate, rose-like vulva fully cupped in my hand.
Then, I affectionately pressed my face against her pinkish-white, smooth chest and took her small, spongy nipple into my mouth, sucking on it like a child.
"Ah..."
A woman's nipples are born with two wonderful uses: one is to feed her children, and the other is for a man to fondle and play with. If these two uses were reversed, it would be enough to bring her to indescribable, blissful ecstasy. As
soon as I took a breath, she couldn't resist. She gripped my hard penis tightly with one hand and knelt down on top of me.
I didn't resist at all, letting her do as she pleased. Her desire was already burning fiercely. Take myself, for example. Although I had sex with Ms. Miyako at the Spring Festival that afternoon, two or three hours later, another wave of passion ignited, and it wouldn't subside without a quick finish. A
strong sex drive is a sign of good health, so I never miss an opportunity to indulge myself. When faced with beauty, I never let it slip away easily.
Chie sat steadily on top of me and offered her hot lips to kiss me. Her smooth, soft back allowed me to caress it at will.
I used the same rocking motion I had with Miyako earlier, holding her and twisting and rocking her back and forth on the bed.
"Oh! Just like that... hurry..."
We faced each other like mandarin ducks playing in the water, chest to chest. I held her slender waist tightly with both hands, and she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. In the dressing mirror on the opposite wall, our naked bodies appeared, seemingly adding to the immense pleasure.
"Hmm... punish me! Come on... come on..."
The night was so gentle and lovely, bringing a sense of eternal youth. In such a night, we were as sticky as glue, as sweet as sugar, and our tight bond could never be defeated by any force.
"This is it..." I said, "This is the punishment for a woman who has broken her promise!"
Chizuru was an old hand at this, and she was skilled and passionate in this rocking-boat style of intercourse. At the same time, she took the initiative to rock, and in a short time, she achieved her first orgasm.
"Look... I came..." she kept calling out.
"This is only the first time!" I said deliberately, "Today I'm going to punish you by making your breasts come out a hundred times!"
"My dear Jay... you're much more experienced... last time, we were... in Xiao Chen's greenhouse... you were still a child then... hee..."
"But we're in Tokyo now! We can't keep falling behind, we have to keep up with the times!"
"Yeah... oh dear... don't... push so hard... ah..."
"What? Does your uterus hurt?" I paused my thrusting and said.
"You silly Jay... yesterday... I just stopped menstruating... be gentler..."
"Okay... let your breasts slide freely!"
"Ah ah... I can do it myself... ah... oh no... I'm... I'm coming out again..."
Needless to say, I could tell that the tip of my penis was being stimulated by a wave of heat, feeling extremely comfortable.
"Zhi...nai should be punished ninety-eight more times!"
"Ah...this is about to...almost cost me my life...dear Jie...do a good deed...let me up...please..."
"How can you? I haven't reached that point yet!"
So, regardless of whether she could bear it, for my momentary pleasure, I embraced her limp body and began to twist and thrust wildly.
"Ah! You bastard...you'll get what's coming to you..." she cried out in a seductive, alluring voice.
"Don't curse! I'm almost there."
"Ah...let me go...let me go..."
she said, but in her heart she was saying, "Hold me tight!"
Women are the world's number one liars; they can concoct a huge lie in the blink of an eye, and they never blush or pant while lying.
Did she even need to cry out? I didn't hold her tightly at all. Instead of resisting, she twisted and swayed with me, letting out a few cries to deliberately arouse my desire.
I held her smooth, white body even tighter, pressing my chest against her breasts to intensify the friction.
"Ah...my Jay...I...oh...I want..."
Seeing her trembling all over, her lower abdomen contracting and relaxing, and water gushing out of her vagina like a small spring, this was the third time. I thought I was about to finish too.
Suddenly, she shuddered violently, her whole body trembling, her lips parted, and her small white teeth clenched.
Then, with a sigh, her limbs went limp.
At the same time, my glans was stimulated by the hot waves gushing from her uterus, and a tingling pleasure spread throughout my body.
A moment later, when Chizuru woke up from her daze again, just then, the pleasure reached its peak, and a stream of hot, rapid semen shot straight into her cervix.
The cherry blossoms in Tokyo faded quickly. Amidst the falling petals, I accompanied Chie to scenic spots. It was a pity our time was too short; we couldn't wait until autumn to visit the famous Nikko Scenic Area and see the fiery red maple leaves.
Her husband, upon arriving in Tokyo, was busy day and night with various social engagements, business negotiations, and banquets with industry peers. Although he sometimes took Chie along, these were mostly private gatherings. Such a business tycoon was naturally extremely busy.
His beautiful wives and concubines were naturally even busier. While he was preoccupied with his grand dreams of wealth, I wondered if he ever dreamed of his wives and concubines embracing other men, indulging in passionate, almost obsessive, pleasure?
That day,
I visited Chie but didn't find her. Mr. Kimura was also out, so I took a streetcar to Yokohama by myself.
Upon arriving in Yokohama, I realized I hadn't brought a translator. While language barriers wouldn't lead to mistreatment, the inconveniences were considerable.
However, Japan is far more convenient than Europe and America.
Although the language is difficult to understand, most people can grasp the written characters. Even if you don't speak the language, just follow the signs and advertisements; you can't go wrong.
So,
I visited all the entertainment venues—opera houses, dance halls, etc.—in a single day, and also dined at two upscale Chinese restaurants.
Time flew by while I was having fun, and I was quite sweaty from the day's activities.
Hearing that Japanese bathing was unique, I turned around and went to a Chinese restaurant to have someone take me to a bathhouse, hoping to witness the world-famous mixed-gender bathing spectacle and make the trip worthwhile. The
sign for the bathhouse had a curved letter on it, which the young man at the restaurant, Xiao Zhou, said was pronounced "you" (油).
No wonder I couldn't find a place to bathe even after searching half of Yokohama!
So, I went into this "oil" bathhouse alone.
Upon entering, two young women sat at the counter, their faces round like those of Wakao Ayako.
While not particularly beautiful, their service was very gentle, and one of them could even speak a few words of Chinese.
When they saw I was a Chinese university student, their faces showed admiration, and then, realizing I was there to experience something foreign, they both exchanged knowing smiles.
The girl who could speak a few words of Chinese was named Asuka, and the other was named Ziyan.
Asuka told me whether I wanted to bathe in the large or small tub.
Of course, I meant to bathe in the large tub so I could observe Japanese women's naked bodies.
To my surprise, Asuka wanted me to bathe in the small pool. She said, "Bathing in the big pool is like looking at a meat pie through glass—you can't eat it, you can only feast your eyes, and what's the point if you're just anxious inside?"
The small pool wasn't for one person; she could find me a girl who graduated from a Chinese language school to keep me company. So I obeyed Asuka's suggestion and went to the small pool in the back, taking off my outer clothes to await the arrival of the beauty.
The girl she called for my bathing companion had a very beautiful Chinese stage name: Aifang.
Aifang was no more than eighteen years old, a mixed-race American and Japanese girl with golden hair, fair and healthy skin, and unusually large, round, and pointed breasts—the Australian type. Her long, shapely legs were especially full and round.
As soon as she entered, she quickly stripped naked, thrusting out her maddeningly large breasts, swaying them back and forth in front of me.
Her lower abdomen was smooth and white, and a patch of golden, curly pubic hair grew on her slightly protruding vulva, like tender, vibrant grass in early spring.
"How is it? Is it alright?" She turned over again and leaned closer.
"Yes, of course it's perfect!"
"I thought I was going to get a refund!"
She hefted her breasts and exhaled a scent of violets.
"Many gentlemen in your country are picky. Once they've had their fill, they move on to the next one, and so on, until they often bring back the first one." "
That's probably only natural. You know that when you're shopping, you should try to choose what suits your taste to avoid being cheated!" "
Of course! But we only have a limited number of graduates each year, and it's really hard for us to handle all the choices."
"Why don't you choose to serve foreigners instead of foreigners?" I retorted.
"Ha!" She shrugged and continued, "To deal with Europeans and Americans, you need to have the assets! Although I'm of mixed American and Japanese descent, my assets are rather small and compact... well, there's no way around it!"
As she spoke, she lifted her thigh, revealing her small and delicate buttocks.
"Haha... I see... Haha..."
"Haha..." She laughed and flipped into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.
It was late at night, and I quickly took off my clothes and followed her in.
At this moment, slightly melancholic Japanese music drifted from the next room. She put her legs on the edge of the tub, while I sat on the bottom.
Facing her slightly parted pink vulva, I carefully observed it.
She occasionally gave me seductive glances and splashed water into her glistening, clean cleft.
Instantly, I was mesmerized and completely lost my senses.
Her delicate, tender pink vulva, after being splashed with water, gradually opened wide, especially her clitoris, which was stimulated to become red and swollen, constantly protruding from the inside out. Her labia
, increasingly open and swollen, revealed a cherry-like clitoris that became even more prominent and glistening.
This stimulation was becoming unbearable for her; seeing that the water had stopped, she began to insert and dig with her hand into the narrow, slightly parted cleft of her vulva, a sight that evoked a sense of pity in one's eyes.
I didn't want to be a saint again, especially since this was making it even more unbearable for me.
So, I flipped my legs over and slid my buttocks into the water.
My penis was already hard as a cannonball, and just as I slid down, the smooth glans touched her parted labia.
My God! With a "whoosh," the two treasures naturally joined together.
"Ah!"
she cried out in surprise and joy, then slipped her legs and fell down on her buttocks as well.
In this way, the two hot objects were even more closely and seamlessly glued together, as if they were one.
She then wrapped her arms around my neck with affection and kissed my burning red lips passionately.
Our lower bodies were both immersed in the warm, slippery water, and every thrust created a wonderful melody.
The water rippled, reflecting our intercourse in a blurry yet strangely endearing way.
She swayed her plump hips and buttocks violently, kissing every inch of my face.
When she paused, she hummed passionate, cheesy Chinese tunes—all Northern Chinese flirtation songs. Though I was born in Beijing, I grew up in Hong Kong, and while these beautiful melodies were captivating, they always felt somewhat foreign.
As she sang and twisted, a familiar warmth, a paste-like liquid, gushed from her vagina with each thrust.
As this warm liquid flowed, she became even more wanton, her arms tightly wrapped around my shoulders, her large, round breasts pressed between us. She breathed heavily, inhaling the violet scent, her whole body trembling.
A moment later, a subtle tremor began within her uterus, sending waves of pleasurable, tingling sensations, like being bitten by insects. This sensation was as exhilarating as an elevator descending from the top of a building.
"Oh, oh..." she murmured, her lips slightly pursed, eyes tightly closed, her voice soft and seductive, "Ah... Chinese brother... Chinese father..."
Soon, the stroke-like symptoms that often plagued Qianzhi appeared in this mixed-race girl as well.
Perhaps all promiscuous women are like this? I thought to myself.
At this moment, she seemed about to collapse. I held her waist tightly, preventing her from suddenly relaxing and falling.
The sucking and licking of my glans felt incredibly pleasurable, and the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal walls made my thrusting movements unnecessary.
Thus, our intercourse became even more fervent and intense.
"Ah! God..."
she murmured, her voice filled with a plaintive, almost weeping, trembling naturally from every inch of her tender flesh.
Suddenly, a current from a mysterious realm coursed through my veins, my lower abdomen contracting rapidly before tightening.
Then, the heat surged, and my testicles, which had remained passive, abandoned their composure and became unusually passionate. Even my anus responded, tightening abruptly from its relaxation.
Suddenly, a swarm of enthusiastic sperm, as if possessed, rushed headlong into her uterus!
"Thump... thump..."
With each drop of semen hitting her core, the mixed-race girl let out a near-mad cry, rising and falling thirty times in total.
When I released my last precious drop of semen, I felt a strange languor, the pleasure dissipating, leaving me with a sense of ease and satisfaction, like having just finished an important lesson.
Thanks to Asoko's clever arrangement, another chapter in my life's record has been added: sexual intercourse with a mixed-race woman.
The next day, while I was still asleep, Chie called to say she was going to Honolulu with her husband, and their next meeting would be in about two weeks.
So, I returned to Hong Kong alone.
Although this trip to Japan was short, it broadened my sexual knowledge considerably.
I'll return someday for a more indulgent and unrestrained trip, and if the opportunity arises, I'd even like to settle down in Japan permanently.

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