Love in June

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I work in computer maintenance. I used to work for a computer company that was a city-level distributor for the Founder brand of computers. Because of my strong technical skills, the company gave me the title of after-sales service manager—it sounded nice, but in reality, I was still a technician. It wasn't like having a manager's title meant I could sit in an office and relax. Anyone who has worked in a computer company knows that, even fresh out of school, your business card will say "engineer." I frequently provided after-sales service to customers, and naturally, I encountered all sorts of people. The joys and sorrows were indescribable.
I remember it was June 2003, during the NBA Finals. While watching the online text-based live broadcast, I received instructions from my boss that a friend's computer might be infected with a virus and I needed to handle it. I was so frustrated! Being able to read text was already annoying enough, but now I couldn't even read text. Some might say, "Why not just go to the customer's house and watch TV?" Ah, only those who know the bitterness of that experience can truly understand! There was a guy in my company who watched NBA games. He got a customer complaint and his boss docked 200 yuan from his paycheck. Back then, a month's salary was only 600 yuan, so he was really upset. Later, the company leadership held a meeting about this, emphasizing that we should prioritize customers, maintain a good attitude, and not be too casual at customers' homes without a certain relationship. They had to be mindful of their manners, even though he was a college graduate. Annoyed as I was, I still had to get things done; life goes on.
A dozen minutes later, I arrived at the customer's house according to the address and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opened, and I was stunned. A stunningly beautiful woman! In my twenty-odd years, I've never seen such a classy girl. Even now, I can only say she has an exceptionally high level of charisma. It's a feeling, like how some people exude a powerful aura—you sense it, but you can't quite articulate it.
I stood frozen at the doorway. The girl across from me noticed the tool bag in my hand, smiled, and said, "You're here to fix computers, right?"
I snapped out of my daze. "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm from the countryside, I'm not very worldly, and I've never seen a girl with such elegance as you."
The girl said, "Oh, thank you, come in. Change your slippers here and then go to the room upstairs." She turned around, and I vaguely saw her beaming smile as she did so. Looking back now, she must have been complimented on her beauty by many, but I'm probably the first person to say she had such elegance.
After changing my slippers, I looked around the room. Wow, rich people's rooms are so grand! The decor is so luxurious; I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to live in a house like that. Because of this thought, I used to dream of finding a beautiful, rich girl to be my live-in son-in-law—hehe, that would save me decades of hard work! I'm so unambitious, aren't I? Unfortunately, I'm married now, and this dream of living in a mansion is something I have to figure out myself. Judging from the current situation, it seems like a long way off.
I went up the stairs to the girl's room. Her Sony laptop was already on.
The girl pointed at it and said, "It was working fine last night, but it stopped working this morning. Could it be because I received a file on QQ yesterday that has a virus?"
I went closer to look. "Why is the local connection showing an 'X'?" I checked the network cable; it was plugged in properly. Following the cable, I saw it went from the ceiling to the balcony and then to the next room. Hmm, it must be shared via a router. These days, rich people have many computers, and those who don't use routers to share the internet cost. However, some places are already blocking internet sharing. Chinese telecom providers are despicable; I'll just say I despise them. Although there's always a way to work around the problem, there aren't many tech-savvy people. There are countless ways to bypass the restrictions online, but even the simplest solutions are impossible for some people. They have a natural awe of computers. Haha, this is where people like us come in handy. Back in the Win95/Win98 era, installing a system was something only professionals could do. Now, Ghost systems are everywhere; even newbies can just throw in a CD, and it's working in ten minutes. Only when the virus is deeply entrenched do we, the experts, have to step in. Boo hoo, because computer maintenance is becoming increasingly low-skilled, our wages have always been very low, basically on par with the average wage in many places.
"Let's go check if the router next door is turned off?" I said as we walked next door, the girl following closely behind. When we got there, everything seemed normal. I unplugged and replugged all the network cables connected to the router, but the port connected to the girl's room still wasn't lit.
"That cable might be broken. I'll get a cable tester to check." I took it out of my toolbox and tested it; it was indeed lit. Then, without paying much attention (I really didn't mean to look, please don't hit me), I noticed a clear strap mark inside the girl's clothes. Damn, that's incredibly fast! She put it on so quickly. I sighed. "Try it again to see if there are any problems. If not, I'm leaving," I said disappointedly. She stared at the screen, her eyes wide. Although she didn't speak, I could clearly feel her pressure. She double-clicked to open QQ.
I glanced at the number—oh my god, 998891*8! This number looks so familiar. I wondered who it was. I stared at her QQ.
The girl turned around and said, "No problem, very fast. You can go now."
"Are you the online name Bing'er?" I remembered, before logging onto QQ.
"How did you know?" The girl turned around.
"My online name is Xingye Han," I said slowly.
"Brother Han, it really is you! Thank you for helping me so much before, teaching me so much about computers. I never expected such a coincidence!" The girl was a little excited.
Hehe, we live in the same city, but I've never met any of my online friends in person. Everyone knows there are so many unattractive people these days. I've met a few before, but after seeing so many, I was disappointed and never met them again, not even via video. I'd rather indulge in my fantasies than face too much disappointment, so I stopped meeting online friends after that. But this Bing'er was special. Once, when I was troubleshooting a problem on QQ, I spent ages trying to fix it, and my headset happened to break. I immediately asked for her phone number and called. Because of her pleasant voice, I even wrote a little "poem" for her. Here's an excerpt, a rough sketch, please excuse my poor writing. "
You in my heart are like a wisp of cloud in the clear blue sky after the rain, easily capturing my entire vision. My longing pierces the endless night sky, and your gentle words on the phone linger in my lonely nights. The lingering sound makes my dreams no longer lonely. If I could make a wish upon a shooting star a thousand times and have one wish granted, I would gladly wait under the stars every night."
After that, she became my usual object of fantasy at night, and we chatted more and more on QQ, talking more and more, sometimes even getting a little risqué. At first, she ignored me, but after a while, she got used to it. She became much more explicit.
"I really didn't expect it to be you. I'm so sorry about that earlier. You wouldn't badmouth me, would you? I told you I'm from the countryside, with elderly parents and young children to support, life is tough, and it's not easy to make a living." I tried to lighten the mood with a joke.
"It's okay, you lecherous cat, I knew what you were like long ago. I've given you a good look today, so I'll wipe the slate clean of all the favors I owed you before. Don't mention 'I owe you 32 meals' on QQ again." Bing'er's tone was noticeably better, and she seemed to have regained the feeling she had on QQ.
"I'm home alone today. Have lunch here for the afternoon before you go back, so you won't call me a stingy miser later." Women really do change quickly. "I
need to report back after I'm done." I took the phone.
"Are you really being honest or just pretending? After you report, you have to go back to work. If something happens, just tell your boss you're working hard here, having to climb the ladder and look down on people. It might not be over so quickly." Bing'er rolled her eyes at me.
"Looking down from a high place, oh!" I laughed awkwardly. "You can cook? You didn't put laxatives in it, did you?" We men are just thick-skinned.
"You're so dishonest, a little punishment is justified. I'll add a bit more to the dosage later. Humph! But seriously, I like to shower in the morning. I'll go shower first, then cook dinner. It's not 11 o'clock yet anyway. You can browse the internet on my laptop." With that, she grabbed a nightgown from the closet and left.
Seeing that slightly transparent, silver-white nightgown, my penis instantly hardened again. Damn, she reacted so quickly. My heart was racing. Luckily, she was gone. However, I still didn't want to let her off the hook: "Hey, Bing'er, can I watch you shower?"
A heavenly voice came from afar: "Come on over if you're not afraid of death."
Hearing this, I immediately turned around happily, obediently sat in front of the laptop, and picked up the mouse. I checked online; the NBA results were out. Sigh, now I can't watch TV. After browsing some more websites, I gradually got bored. Suddenly, I got a little curious and wanted to see if there was anything good on the girl's computer. I clicked and clicked, but the folders didn't contain any special files—just songs, ebooks, and documents. I thought for a moment, then enabled the system's hidden file properties. I looked inside the Bing'er folder on the last drive; there was a transparent folder. "This is it," I thought.
I quickly clicked in and saw it was full of images. I wondered, "You can't hide images, they're not pornographic, are they?" Heh heh, do we have a common interest? Double-clicking opened the images automatically in ACDSee.
Oh my god, it's a photo album! A very seductive one, subtly revealing, breathtaking. I looked further down, and something seemed familiar...it was all Bing'er herself. I looked at each image with an artistic eye. The software indicated there were 36 images—great! Each one had a different pose, and the clothes (if you could even call them that) were varied. The different poses made my heart race. I stared intently at the laptop. The after-sales service was really good; the customer is king, and she was king now. I looked, I looked, and soon only 3 images remained.
"Pretty, right? Keep going." A cold voice came from behind me.
I didn't react for a moment. "Beautiful, really beautiful, much better looking than those so-called celebrities online. Want to come and take a look?" I casually pressed "page down" and looked at two more pictures.
There was no more movement after that. Then I realized what was happening and turned around 180 degrees, seeing Bing'er's expressionless face. "Ah, Bing'er, I'm sorry, really, I was appreciating it with an absolutely artistic eye. It's very well taken, very artistic."
"An artistic eye?" Bing'er's gaze shifted to my lower body.
Without looking down, I knew I was wrong. I scratched my head. "It's just my nature, hehe, I'm a pervert, you knew that all along. Don't be angry, I'm not eating. Bye-bye!" I bent down, picked up my tool bag, and walked towards the door. Jokes aside, peeping into someone's privacy can be a big deal or a small one. I was intentionally wrong about the balcony, but it wasn't a huge crime, after all, she wasn't wearing a bra first, and now I've exposed her hidden things.
I had just taken two steps past Bing'er when I heard a soft "pfft." "I thought you were incredibly lecherous, but it turns out you've got the desire but not the guts. I dared to take pictures, so why would I be afraid to let you see? I just don't want my underage family members to see."
I stopped and slowly turned around. Bing'er had already turned around sometime earlier and said to me, "Don't you want to see the real thing?" Her smile looked a little sly.
Bing'er before me was like a lotus emerging from the water, her freshly washed hair cascading over her soft, boneless shoulders. She wore a slightly transparent, silver-white nightgown. Oh no, heavens! There were two obvious nipples on her chest. My lustful eyes quickly glanced down and seemed to see a patch of black. There wasn't a sound; the air seemed to stand still.
Bing'er stared directly into my eyes. I looked her up and down, but didn't say a word, because I understood. It was obvious this freshly bathed girl was trying to seduce me, a young man who had just come of age. I could only feel my penis swelling and throbbing; I couldn't take it anymore. I put down my toolbox, lifted my leg, and took a step forward. It was a small step for me, but a giant leap for my little brother. My hand gently, very gently, grasped Bing'er's hand. I felt her struggle slightly, but not forcefully. I moved closer, sending gentle waves of electricity through my innocent, lustful eyes. Bing'er's body trembled slightly; perhaps she was feeling a bit cold after washing. The thought had barely crossed my mind when my little brother hummed, "Hurry up, she can't wait." Damn it, I don't know what my little brother is like. You're kidding me; it's you who can't wait.
Having watched countless Category III films and a few adult films, I lack practical experience. In the past, when I was burning with desire, I relied on my all-powerful hands to satisfy myself; I called it "one move and I'd have a billion." (Of course, not a billion in donations, but a billion sperm produced with my hands :)) My head gently touched Bing'er's forehead, then moved down to kiss her nose. Bing'er's breathing became more and more rapid. My hands encircled her back, gently stroking her. Then I kissed Bing'er's cherry-like lips. Bing'er's lips were tightly closed, but I kept kissing her, my hands also reaching for Bing'er's high, firm buttocks.
Suddenly, I increased the pressure of my hands, and Bing'er let out a soft moan, her lips opening slightly, and my tongue immediately slipped inside. My tongue teased and played with Bing'er's mouth, and gradually Bing'er's lowered hands reached towards my back. I used both my hands and mouth; a lecherous man doesn't act like a gentleman, only using his mouth and not his hands. Bing'er's tongue wasn't going to be idle either, and began to intertwine with mine. Just kissing wasn't enough, of course; the real show was about to begin. As I did it, I thought of pornographic scenes; this porn was too unreliable. My hands should find plenty of use. I slipped my hands inside her pajamas and slowly rose, touching her lower back and back. My mouth kept kissing, just with different techniques.
Slowly, slowly, my right hand gently moved from her back to her chest, and suddenly I grasped her entire breast, just the right size to be held in my hand. After gently squeezing three times, I pinched her nipple with my first three fingers, using a three-second timing, and gently stroked it. Soon, Bing'er's nipple hardened. I kissed and stroked her as I moved closer to the bed, and Bing'er cooperated. My mouth and hands left where we had just been, reaching for the strap of Bing'er's nightgown, pulling it gently without any unnecessary movement. Bing'er's hands also reached for my clothes, though her face was still flushed. Bing'er's unbuttoning was clumsy, and I naturally couldn't waste time—that would mean wasting my life! One hand remained on her breast, gently and repeatedly pinching her nipple, while the other hand caressed her buttocks. Summer clothes are so nice; although Bing'er was slow, she eventually removed all my clothes. When she took off my underwear, seeing my firm erection, her face turned very red, quite alluring.
I picked Bing'er up and placed her on the Simmons bed; her nightgown was still on, just unbuttoned. Bing'er covered her face and genitals with her hands, which made my penis even more aroused. Since that's the case, I'll start this battle with the two peaks. My left hand reached towards Bing'er's right breast, repeating the action I'd just performed—practice makes perfect. My mouth aimed at Bing'er's left nipple, kissing it with my lips and gently with my teeth. Bing'er's hand left her face, and her moans grew louder. A girl's moans are the most beautiful notes in the world, especially since Bing'er's voice was already very melodious.
My left hand left its base and reached towards Bing'er's lower body to open a new battlefield. My left hand slid over her pubic hair; it felt so different. If it were hair, it would look similar, but the feeling in my hand was worlds apart. Of course, pubic hair is just an embellishment; without it, a girl just doesn't look right. (ps: This is just my personal opinion; the world is a big place, and there are all kinds of people. Some people like pubic hair.) Just as my fingers touched the ends of her pubic hair, accompanied by a "No!", my hand was grabbed. Hmm, I've seen this before; it's always like this in movies and novels—the last forbidden area, after all. I bit Bing'er's nipple with thirty percent more force, and after a deep, pleasurable moan, the restraints on my left hand disappeared. My middle finger moved towards her clitoris, working tirelessly on that small protrusion. Bing'er's moans grew louder and louder, and I became increasingly aroused. My left hand touched her labia, and they were already overflowing with moisture. Ah, summer makes it easy for things to flood!
I sat up. I couldn't take it anymore; my little brother needed a safe harbor. Bing'er clearly needed one too; her face was flushed, but I had no time to appreciate it. I picked up my manhood, aimed it at the entrance to the Peach Blossom Cave, and thrust my lower body forward. The gun was halfway in, seemingly encountering some resistance. Suddenly, I shuddered. Oh my god! No, why? Ladies and gentlemen, how could I face the Central Committee, how could I face the lewd masses? I ejaculated! Yes, you read that right. My penis hadn't even begun its battle; it was only halfway in when I ejaculated. Why? Why?
Back then, when I used my lovely hand, I had to masturbate for a while, and then increase the pressure at the end to ejaculate. I used to read that excessive masturbation makes it harder for men to ejaculate, which is bad for fertility. Damn it, what's going on? If the timing only starts at the beginning of penetration, I'm at 0 seconds. This is breaking the world record. White semen flowed out, but I didn't care anymore. This pleasure was nothing like masturbation. I was filled with guilt; I had wronged so many people.
Bing'er clearly sensed something was wrong. She sat up and looked at me, who was looking down, saying, "This is your first time too, right? I read in a book that premature ejaculation is normal. Just try a few more times, and you'll be less agitated later. Don't think I'm lewd, okay? I've read some books on this topic; let me help you."
Bing'er casually grabbed two sheets of toilet paper from the bedside table and cleaned up the remnants of a silent battle. First, she cleaned my penis, then she cleaned herself. Oh, she's so considerate; I felt a surge of excitement.
Bing'er threw the toilet paper into the trash can. Ugh, she's obviously never played basketball; the force and trajectory were all wrong. Watching the paper fall onto the wooden floor, Bing'er stuck out her tongue and pulled off her pajamas. Then, she took my limp weapon into her mouth. Oh, my god, it felt so good. Bing'er was actually giving me oral sex! What did she just say, "This is your first time too, right?" What does that mean? She's a virgin. Although he seems to know a lot, he probably learned it all from the internet. Look at CGX, he's trained countless masters. Compared to this epoch-making, iconic figure, predecessors like Ximen Qing are now forgotten. CGX, a once-in-a-millennium figure, will cultivate countless bed elites; his "essence" and "spirit" will be immortalized like his sausages.
Hmm, good things shouldn't be kept to oneself; I should be grateful. I lifted Bing'er's head, and Bing'er looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Am I very lewd?"
"No, you're just like that. The saying 'three wives' is perfectly embodied in you. Let me serve you too. I'm a specialist in after-sales service; I'm also the manager. I'll even handle your period." (ps: "Three wives" refers to a lady in the living room, a cook in the dining room, and a slut in the bedroom.) I laid Bing'er down, and then the classic 6-9 position came into play. This is a great invention in the history of human reproduction, if it can be called an invention, because without the internet, many people might only know the missionary position their whole lives.
I turned around, knelt down, and gently parted Bing'er's labia with my hands. Bing'er was truly a masterpiece of nature; her red labia still held the moisture from her earlier encounter, which seemed to make my penis hard again. I licked it down; after all, that's how it's done in porn. My penis entered a good place. Bing'er and I continued our mouths' movements, and we both clearly felt intense pleasure. My penis became erect again, harder and harder, and under the skillful movements of my tongue, Bing'er's moisture flowed more and more, and my tongue tasted increasingly salty. I thought the time was ripe for a strategic offensive. I raised my head, and Bing'er's mouth, sensing my movements, left my penis.
Okay, next step, turn around, pick up the weapon, aim at the target, and thrust in. There was still resistance; oh, it must be the hymen. Be gentle, be gentle; I'm very gentle. But being gentle wouldn't solve the problem. After struggling for half a minute, I said to Bing'er, "I'll increase the pressure. If it hurts, call me, and I'll stop."
"Mmm," Bing'er replied, then let out an "Ah."
I quickly stopped, and Bing'er said, "It's okay, I heard it always hurts the first time, just bear with it." I nodded, applied more force to my penis, and with a painful "Ah!" from Bing'er, I thrust all the way in. I stopped, looked at Bing'er, and under her watchful gaze indicating she was alright, I began thrusting. Of course, as a modern youth deeply influenced by pornography and erotic books, I at least knew the "nine shallow, one deep" technique. So, I used this technique, watching Bing'er's expression as I went. Women are truly beautiful at times like this. The moans were like heavenly music in my ears, and the woman's dazed eyes were before my eyes. After more than ten minutes of piston-like movements, because Bing'er's "peach blossom cave" was open to the public for the first time, my penis wasn't moving very smoothly in the tight, confined space. With the pleasure intensifying, I quickly forgot about the "nine shallow, one deep" technique and sped up my thrusting. Meanwhile, Bing'er's moans grew louder, her eyes more glazed, and she didn't care whether the neighbors heard or not. After a few dozen more thrusts, my little brother felt a warm sensation; I thought Bing'er must have reached her climax. I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated again, thrusting a few more times as I did so.
Then I pulled out my weapon, noticing a few traces of blood on it. I lay down, holding Bing'er, gently stroking her nipples. We were face to face; my mouth felt dry, and Bing'er probably felt the same.
"Was it good?" I asked with a wicked grin.
"Mmm, the feeling is indescribable, just so, so good," Bing'er whispered in my ear. "Why didn't you dare watch me shower earlier, you're so lecherous?"
"Because I'm honest and afraid of death!" I laughed smugly.
"Then why were you neither honest nor afraid of death later?" Bing'er's hand gently brushed across my chest, from left to right, over and over again.
"Well, it's because you seduced me later. You're so sexy; if I were afraid of death and you couldn't seduce me, wouldn't I be heartbroken? I just did you a favor, a good deed." I started to get carried away.
"Stop it!" Bing'er's coquettish words made my whole body go weak.
I kissed Bing'er and said, "I want to do it again, shall we do it again?" At the same time, my hand reached for Bing'er's firm breasts.
"You're still up to something?" Bing'er's hand touched my little brother, "You're so soft, how can you still be vigorous? How did you get so bold just now, daring to treat me like this, aren't you afraid I'll accuse you of rape?"
I grinned mischievously, "Even a swallow can swim three times, so why can't I rise up and enter the palace three times? Do you think I'm the Chinese national football team? Come on, let's fight three hundred more rounds, no problem. Have you ever heard of the Eight Steps of a Villain?" "
The Eight Steps of a Villain? I've only heard of the Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon. What is the Eight Steps of a Villain?" Bing'er looked puzzled.
I placed my hand on Bing'er's breast, enjoying its softness. "A morally upright rogue summarized eight steps of rape for us perverts to discuss academically. First, during rape, you generally need to subdue the woman. The method is as follows:
Step 1: Turn the woman over, so she's on her back. Because of the position, this position is easier for a man to handle!
Step 2: Assume the woman's position, this is to prevent your private parts from being hit by her knees, and put her hands under her waist. You might ask what to do if the woman pulls her hands out? Don't worry, see step 3.
Step 3: Use one hand (of course, you have the strength...) (If you're short-tempered, you can use both hands.) Grab the woman's neck, specifically her trachea. Be careful not to panic; you could accidentally kill her. This is crucial. The goal is to force the woman to use her body to hold her hands down. Once her neck is choked, her hands won't easily free themselves. It also prevents her from screaming.
Fourth step: Be careful with verbal intimidation; for example, "You bitch, you fucking want to die? I'll strangle you right now! Behave yourself, and I'll let you go. Don't mess with me if you don't want to die!!!" This is psychological warfare. Never use it first; use it when she's struggling. If this psychological attack is effective, the woman's resistance will weaken!
Step 5: Be careful to unbutton the woman's pants and clothes. During this time, you must intimidate her. Women usually try to be more playful at this point, so pay close attention to her hands and movements; don't let your guard down. Otherwise, you'll suffer the consequences!
Step 6: If you've successfully completed the first five steps, the woman will usually clamp her legs together. This isn't difficult. You're currently straddling her; lean forward and gently press down between her legs with one knee. It's effortless; your leg will be between her legs. Because the woman's legs exert force horizontally, and your knee exerts downward force, she can't clamp them together.
Step 7: Continue the action by inserting your other leg between her legs, and then it's time to pull out your weapon. Generally, when a woman sees her leg clamping attempt fail, she will naturally struggle. Remember, at this moment, use verbal intimidation and punitive attacks. Don't rush to insert it. If all else fails, slap her to subdue her! Note that it's best to hit her face, ears, and temples; never hit her in the eyes, as this could be fatal!
Step 8: Of course, it's time to start inserting, inserting, inserting!
At this point, women usually cry after struggling and realizing it's useless. When they cry, their willpower is generally low. But some women are very calm, or continue to resist. You have to be careful, you must slap them, hit their mouths, subdue them, otherwise you won't be able to rape them properly! I laughed smugly. "
Tch, just talking nonsense. Bragging doesn't cost anything, I don't believe you dare, I'll castrate you!" Bing'er squeezed my little brother hard.
Someone actually said I wouldn't dare, so after a series of caresses, we started fighting again. I wasn't alone, I wasn't fighting alone. For convenience, I carried Bing'er to the bathroom to continue the battle.
That afternoon, Bing'er didn't get up to cook, and I also asked my boss for leave because we were both exhausted.
Later, Bing'er and I were together for less than half a year, because her whole family immigrated to Canada, we separated and only contacted each other on QQ. Bing'er said that if she came back, no matter where I was, she would definitely come to find me.
"Where did you go?" Bing'er's face was filled with worry as she lurked in every possible hiding place.
Time ticked by, and from my vantage point in the tree, I watched the anger slowly build on her face. I knew the time was ripe; if I didn't show myself soon, I'd face the consequences. I gently climbed down the tree, letting out a soft "Ah!" and hugged Bing'er from behind.
Bing'er trembled slightly. "I'm very angry right now, and the consequences will be severe."
I knew Bing'er was actually a very kind person; even when she was angry, I could always appease her in three minutes. "Can't you not go to Canada? We've only been together for less than six months. Am I really not worth your time?" I asked, clinging to my last hope.
"Let's not talk about this, okay? We're really not suitable. I've said it so many times; we're both too immature. If one day I miss you, I'll come back to you, okay?" Bing'er's words were always so gentle.
"Sigh, I just can't persuade you. Maybe all your friends are so outstanding, and besides having a bit of a talent for sex, I really don't have any outstanding qualities." "I was heartbroken, my head tilted slightly forward, and I gently bit Bing'er's right ear.
'Hmm, ah,' Bing'er's ears were always so sensitive, 'No more, there are so many people here. We came here to climb the mountain, didn't you want enough last night?' Bing'er tilted her head to the left, and with a burst of strength, she broke free from my embrace. She grabbed my hand, 'Let's go, let's go to that mountain peak.'
'Wow, the summit is so far away!' " "I protested.
Luckily, the heavens were merciful; the sun didn't shine brightly, remaining hidden behind the clouds 　　, watching over all living beings. More than two hours later, we stood atop Mount Jiuhua. "Ahhhhhh, ooh ooh ooh 　　ooh
ooh ooh, chirp 　　... " 　　Bing'er rested her head on my shoulder, thought for a moment, and said, 'Tell me, I can't think of anything.' ' 　　It's like throwing an egg against a rock.' I guided Bing'er's hand to touch my genitals with the rock. Bing'er chuckled and moved it away. 'Let's try another one. Two men are sitting naked on a rock, and you have to come up with a four-character idiom.' 　　Although Bing'er seemed to be trying very hard, she wasn't as talented as me. After thinking for a long time, she was speechless. 　　'Hehe, you only realize how little you know when you need it. The answer is 'killing two birds with one stone.' As usual, I pressed Bing'er's hand on my penis for two seconds. 'Looks like you're not good with men, so here's a woman's one. A woman is sitting naked on a rock, and you have to come up with a four-character idiom.' 　　Such a difficult question! I looked at the answer and thought for several seconds before I understood it. When Bing'er asked me to tell her the answer, I thought, 'You're trying to lose more than you gain.'" "Now I used my invincible hand to touch Bing'er's lower body, 'Small vulva,' then patted the stone and said, 'Big stone, this is losing the big for the small.' 　　'Pervert!' Bing'er punched me with both hands. 'Then aren't there two other women sitting naked on the stone?' 　　'According to the law of the world, if you're unsure about domestic matters, ask Baidu; if you're unsure about foreign matters, ask Google; if you're unsure about bedroom matters, ask Tianya. I'm not ashamed to ask, and the result is that they're not sitting on the stone. The two naked beauties are hugging each other, something you can buy in a supermarket, guess?' I touched Bing'er's breast as a hint. 　　Bing'er looked at the sky, her eyes darting around, but clearly she couldn't answer even with the hint. 　　'Now I've given you a hint, if you can't figure it out, do you want to skip it or call for help?' I always thought the little girls' team-up confrontation was boring enough, but it works quite well in a different context. Sigh, mainland China, when will variety shows have celebrities like Wu Zongxian who can act like themselves? 　　'You still want me to ask someone? Are you looking for a beating?'" "Bing'er raised her fist and waved it in front of me. 'I won't skip it. Tell me the answer.' 　　'It's "funny,"' I said, but before I could finish, Bing'er blurted out "Soybean Milk," still throwing her fist at me. 　　'Hmm, not too slow to figure it out, but it doesn't necessarily have to be two naked beauties to make milk funny. A man and a woman can make it too. Do you want to try?' 　　'No. You men are all so lewd. Are there any more?' You all heard that, right? You say we men are lewd, but you're thinking about it yourselves. 　　'Okay, here's one last one. The riddle is 500 men, guess a sport.' There are too many of these kinds of riddles. It's not good for girls to hear too much of them; it can lead to too many associations. 　　Bing'er turned to lean against me, and I leaned back, so Bing'er's head landed on my lap. 'You figured it out?' I teased. 　　'Get lost. My brain isn't as filthy as yours. I can't think of anything.' Bing'er closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze on her face. 　　'I thought you finally figured one out, so you're close to the answer.'" This is similar to a man sitting naked. A man has two little balls underneath him, and 500 of them would be 1000 balls—lead balls.” I placed my hands on Bing’er’s breasts and continued, “Of course, you women also have two balls underneath you, and 500 women could become a thousand balls.” No man would place his hands on your breasts and remain motionless, and I was no exception.

"Now I finally understand the poet's sentiment of 'When you reach the summit, all mountains seem small,' and 'Ascending Mount Tai, the world appears insignificant.'" I increased the pressure and movement of my hands on Bing'er's breasts. "I'm now at your peak, looking down at all the mountains, and they all seem incredibly small." My initial impression of Bing'er was that she was within reach, but after nearly half a year of massage and training, she's clearly different now. You could say she's reached a point where her breasts are magnificent and incredibly alluring. So, national fitness is truly necessary; masturbation strengthens the body, and fantasizing strengthens the nation!
I had carefully observed the surrounding environment beforehand, confirming there were no minors nearby, nor any ticketed spectators. Bing'er was wearing a pink top and a knee-length pink skirt. I moved my left hand gradually upwards from Bing'er's abdomen, while my right hand remained on her right breast through her clothing. "Bing'er, Chinese language and literature are truly amazing! I'll recite a poem supposedly written by Chen Duxiu, 'Ode to Breasts.' His writing is brilliant, passionate, melodious, and has a lingering charm, leaving us younger generations far behind." Without waiting for Bing'er's response or listening to her soft moans, I began to recite with dramatic intonation. "Breasts
, also known as milk, are the things on a woman's breasts. They come in twos, one on the left and one on the right. They begin in adolescence and mature in late sixteen. They lie dormant by day and shine brightly by night. They are called 'Mimmets,' 'Bobo,' 'Twin Peaks,' 'Flower Chamber.' A place that beauties have always fought over, a haven of gentle pleasures for heroes since ancient times. What is their color? The ice and snow of deep winter. What is their texture? The new cotton of early summer. What is their taste? The peaches and plums of spring. What is their appearance? Rippling autumn waves. When in motion, they are like a timid jade rabbit. When still, they are like a languid white dove." High and firm, fleshy and trembling, pink and tender, dewy and fresh. Capturing men's souls, arousing women's lust. I bow my weary head, exploring your twin jade peaks. Like a ship entering harbor, like an old man returning home. Shedding the cold wind and rain, I plunge into a vast, warm ocean. Deeply immersed, gently swaying, intoxicated, soaring.
A junior expert, who was first in the entire school in both debate and recitation, summarized several key points of recitation:
1. Recite without a script. -- In that situation, I certainly didn't have a third hand to hold the script; I had to recite without a script.
2. Look at the audience while reciting, but don't let your eyes wander or look around. Constantly reinforce the emotion in your mind; this way, others will also be infected by your gaze. -- At that time, I focused intently, completely absorbed, and absolutely couldn't look around. My emotion, even without reinforcement, was already as deep as the Pacific Ocean. But Bing'er was enjoying it with her eyes closed, oblivious to my lecherous gaze.
3. The content you read aloud should suit you. Avoid reading in a gruff voice or anything too romantic. Simply put, boys can recite poems like "Man Jiang Hong," conveying a sense of power and courage. Girls can read more lyrical, gentle, and subtle pieces. -- When I read aloud, I did so with a powerful and courageous tone, and the content suited me perfectly.
4. Emotion is very important. You must understand the content of the poem you choose to experience the emotions within. Read with intonation and rhythm, avoiding a flat tone, to express the feelings. -- My emotions were overflowing; I thoroughly understood the poem's content.
5. Use some hand gestures, but not too exaggerated or large. Clenching your fist in front of your chest is generally appropriate for expressing boldness. It's best not to stand still like a stone statue. -- I used many hand gestures, not exaggerated, but gradually increasing in amplitude. I was clenching my fist in front of Bing'er's chest, exuding boldness, and all these movements were done while sitting on a stone.
6. Speak louder to wow the audience. Many people don't appreciate emotion but appreciate volume. Louder voices not only project power but also earn higher impressions. -- Not only did I speak loudly, but Bing'er also became increasingly uninhibited, her moans growing louder. I wondered how far the sound could reach, but if there were an audience, the impression score would definitely be okay.
7. Lastly, don't be stage-frightened! -- In that situation, would any man in the world be stage-frightened?
Well, that's exactly what I did.
"It's so open here, what if someone bumps into us?" Bing'er was still lucid.
I released my grip, lifted Bing'er up, and pulled her to stand side by side, beginning to coax her, "Look, we're so high up here, with a clear view of everything around us. It would take the person at the very front at the bottom at least an hour to get up. In this situation, if we don't do something, how can we face all the spectators who came to climb this mountain?"
"I'm scared, what if someone sees us? I'll have to jump!" Bing'er straightened her clothes. A woman's IQ is still quite high when she's lucid.
"Okay, let's review history and look to the future. First, there's the power of numbers. How many people can there be? Only by making love! That's strength, and with regular exercise, strength naturally increases. Then there's the reform and opening up policy, which has one central focus," I said, bending down and quickly slipping my right hand under Bing'er's skirt, touching her vulva through her underwear, before raising both hands in a grabbing motion, "two basic points. This is obvious, you know it without me saying it. In the 1990s, the three most poetic and charming aspects of a woman's body led to the theory of 'wearing three watches' for sex education, which aimed to maintain the CCP's advanced nature. So, our country's governing philosophy has always been inherited and developed based on the theories of previous leaders. In this regard, many Bolshevik revolutionaries have emerged who sacrificed their lives for this ideal. Let me give you a few examples: On June 12, 2000, in Ningbo, Zhejiang Province, a young couple had sex in a car in a real estate company's garage, resulting in carbon monoxide poisoning." Two individuals died before their mission was accomplished. On July 30, 2003, in Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, a male vice president of a bank's Yuyao branch and a female vice president of another bank's Yuyao branch died together in a car on the evening of the 23rd. The car was parked in the garage of a Mr. Zhang's home. Yuyao police concluded that they died of carbon monoxide poisoning. On July 7, 2004, in a garage in the Muxiyuan residential area of Pucheng County, Fujian Province, the naked bodies of a man and a woman were found in a pickup truck. It was confirmed that the two had been discussing revolutionary work in the garage a few days earlier, closing the garage door and turning on the air conditioner, causing the car exhaust to release a large amount of carbon monoxide, leading to their deaths. On August 7, 2004, in a garage in a residential area in Anshan, Liaoning Province, an accident occurred where a man and a woman died in a car with the air conditioner running. Police determined their cause of death to be... Carbon monoxide poisoning. On July 13, 2005, a man and a woman were found dead, naked, inside a Buick sedan in the garage of a retired cadre activity center of a Hubei provincial government unit on Bayi Road in Wuchang. Analysis indicated they died from carbon monoxide poisoning. On December 31, 2005, a man and a woman were found half-naked and embracing, dead, inside a black Audi parked in a garage in the Jinxiu Southeast residential area of the Jingyuetan Tourism Economic Development Zone in Changchun, Jilin Province. On June 1, 2006, two mummified bodies were found inside a luxury SUV parked in a garage in a residential area of Hancheng, Shanxi Province. The deceased were a female businesswoman and her male driver. Also, carbon monoxide poisoning. On June 30, 2007, Xu Xinxian, the Party Secretary of Qingliangfeng Town, Lin'an, Hangzhou, and a women's federation cadre surnamed Pan, were found dead, naked, inside their car while discussing revolutionary work. February 2008 On the 26th, Bu, a male teacher at Bantangpu Hope Secondary Vocational School in Yuetang District, Xiangtan City, and Xiao Peng, a female student in the school's mold-making class, were found dead, naked, in the bathroom of Bu's rented apartment while discussing their studies and life. On June 5, 2008, Yu, a female cadre of the Public Security County Tax Bureau in Hubei Province, and a deputy director of the county's Audit Bureau were also found dead, naked, in a car while researching global warming. They left naked, just as they came naked; they waved goodbye gently, taking nothing with them. Although we are not Party members, there is no distinction between first and last in revolutionary work! The key word in revolutionary work is action. For this lofty ideal, countless "elites" sacrificed their young lives. They are our role models, our eternal model workers. I clenched my fist and waved it forcefully in front of Bing'er, my face full of determination. In the words of netizens: As a dry cloth in the crotch, one should first reach into the muscle layer, lift the skirt, really grab the wet and dry, rush in the chicken, make the testicles strong and hard, flatten the testicles, satisfy the masses, and reassure the lewd people! Win "glory" for the country!!!
"Do you want to die? You dare to say this? How many heads do you have? I'm going to report you!" Bing'er whispered in my ear with a half-smile.
"Stopping the carriage to admire the maple forest at dusk, the frosted leaves are redder than February flowers." You probably learned Du Fu's poem in elementary school, right? It describes two people arriving at a maple forest, finding the scenery delightful, stopping to make love, and bleeding profusely. The virgin's blood flowed through the maple leaves, making them redder than February flowers. So, we mustn't let this opportunity given to us by heaven slip by. A gentle breeze is blowing, and so many spectators are below us. How can we not do something to them?" I gazed affectionately at Bing'er.
"Hmm, sounds exciting. Anyway, I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, so what's a little death?" Having had two previous experiences with outdoor sex, Bing'er let go of her inhibitions.
"Okay, I'll make sure you have a blast." The revolutionary work began atop Mount Jiuhua. Before I finished speaking, I turned Bing'er's body towards me, lowered my head slightly, and quickly kissed her lips. Although I had tasted Bing'er's jade lips countless times in the past six months, I still enjoyed kissing her. I don't know why, but Bing'er's lips felt a little cold to the touch.
My kiss received a warm response from Bing'er. After a few awkward kisses, Bing'er asked me for advice on how to kiss, so we kissed online.
A kiss is not just simple lip-to-lip contact; the best kisses use the lips, tongue, and teeth skillfully.
There are four basic kisses:
Light kiss: Gently touching the other person's lips with your own, like a bird pecking.
Licking kiss: Licking the other person's upper and lower lips with your tongue, letting them feel the sensation of your taste buds. Make sure there's enough saliva; a dry lick can feel uncomfortable. Biting
kiss: Gently biting the other person's lips with your teeth, but don't bite too hard to avoid injury! Sucking kiss
: Gently sucking on the other person's lips; you can lightly apply your own saliva to their lips and then suck it clean.
There are also four intermediate kisses:
Pushing kiss: Inserting your tongue into the other person's mouth and pushing against each other. Men should use less force to avoid hurting women; this mutual pushing kiss can create pleasure.
Tongue-sucking kiss: Enclose your partner's tongue with your lips and gently suck on it. The movements should be slow and gentle, not rushed.
Gum kiss: Explore the inside and outside of your partner's teeth and gums with your tongue to stimulate the oral mucosa. The movements should be careful, slow, and gentle, somewhere between touching and not touching, to create a special sense of intimacy.
Sliding kiss: Use the tip of your tongue to lick the inside of your partner's tongue with slight force, sliding from the inside out. Tongue-licking kiss: Both partners lick each other's tongues, mainly using the tips of their tongues, without using their lips.
There are five advanced kisses:
Chewing kiss: Biting your partner's tongue, as if you want to swallow it; be careful not to use too much force, just pretend. Imagine your partner's tongue is something delicious, biting, licking, and sucking as if you want to swallow it.
Rhythmic kiss: Using your tongue, rhythmically circle around the tip of your partner's tongue in their mouth, licking in a circular motion.
Deep Throat Kiss: Deeply licking and pressing the tongue into the other person's throat is a possessive and domineering kiss; it's a rather uncomfortable style, but some people enjoy it.
Passionate Kiss: Enveloping the other person's tongue in your mouth with your own, swirling and turning it around, using unrestrained movements to increase pleasure. While somewhat rough, it's quite challenging and an essential skill for experienced kissers.
Sweet Spring Kiss: Using your tongue to transfer your saliva into your partner's mouth while your lips meet, and then sucking on their saliva. Suitable for couples who are mutually attracted and in good health, the saliva will feel like a precious elixir, unique in the world.
To test these truths, I practiced them one by one with her. But actually, there are many more ways to kiss than these. Kissing is mutual, but it's not limited to the lips; any part of the other person's body can be your object of kissing. Kissing the entire body and finding all their erogenous zones is the mark of a true master. After much tireless exploration, I discovered about a dozen sensitive spots on Bing'er's body, including her earlobes, collarbone, nipples, genitals, inner thighs, fingers, and toes. I've tried to make her orgasm without kissing her genitals, provided I put in the effort.
Of course, once we reached our level of mastery, the kissing time decreased. I quickly moved my tongue to Bing'er's earlobe, a very sensitive spot for her. After only two kisses, "Mmm—oh—" Bing'er moaned. My hands seized the opportunity to pull up Bing'er's top, and she cooperated by raising her hands high. I easily removed her top and threw it on a rock. It wasn't too cold in winter, and after removing her outer garment, Bing'er was only wearing what covered her breasts. Bing'er had good taste; the first thing I noticed was a purple, semi-transparent lace bra on her body. The glimpses of her breasts and nipples made my weapon even harder. The order of undressing, whether in adult films or pornographic movies, is almost always outerwear first, then trousers, leaving the bikini area for last. It's rare to strip the top off first and then the bottom. I seem to be unable to escape this pattern either, but this time I didn't try to undo Bing'er's skirt because I believe that maintaining some equipment in a field environment is beneficial for a quick reaction in case of an enemy. For example, with Bing'er's current attire, in an unexpected situation, she could simply grab her sweater and put it on, which would basically solve the problem of wardrobe malfunction within three seconds. As for my own wardrobe malfunction, hahaha, I'll just suffer a little loss :lol:, will there be any problem? My nimble tongue slowly kissed Bing'er's collarbone, and while Bing'er was enjoying it, her hands weren't idle either, unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time from top to bottom, and soon I was exposed.
When I was reciting "Ode to Breasts" earlier, I only moved my bra up, but now that it was time for the final assault, I naturally couldn't let an item that covered my breasts dangle in front of me like that. My hands crept up behind Bing'er's back and gently unhooked her bra. My left hand tossed it aside, and the bra fell freely onto a rock. Having a large rock was convenient; clothes thrown on the ground are never very clean. My right hand gently pressed against Bing'er's left breast, a soft sensation traveling through my hand, and I also felt Bing'er's noticeably faster heartbeat. My mouth moved down to Bing'er's right breast, first gently sucking on the nipple a few times, then biting it with my teeth, gradually increasing the pressure, while my right hand massaged her left nipple with more force. I tried not to bite her when I was extremely aroused, lest I lose control and hurt her. Bing'er was clearly unable to resist a gentleman using both hands and mouth, making continuous "ooh ooh ah ah mmm" sounds. I was immersed between Bing'er's breasts, switching positions of my hands and mouth every now and then, sometimes using both hands, my head moving away from the area I controlled, admiring Bing'er's flushed face and her breasts, which I could never tire of looking at. The description of exquisite breasts is evidenced by a poem by Su Dongpo: "
Viewed horizontally, it's a range of peaks; viewed vertically, a single peak;
near and far, high and low, each view is different.
I cannot recognize the true face of Rushan, simply because I am
within the mountain itself."
The revolutionary pioneer Su Dongpo wrote such an exceptionally apt poem, but unfortunately, because he was at the Xilin Temple on Mount Lu, surrounded by some hypocritical fellows, this wonderful poem was misinterpreted. Of course, he wasn't the only one with such talent; later, Wang Wei also wrote a rather erotic poem with a rather good artistic conception: "
From afar, the mountain has color (Rushan is mainly red and black)."
Listening closely, the water was silent. (Even listening closely, I couldn't hear the sound of her fluids flowing.) Spring has gone, but the flowers remain. (The passion has ended, but the flowers are still there.) People come, but the birds aren't startled. (When a woman comes, the birds aren't frightened.) Gradually, Bing'er's moans grew louder, and suddenly she pushed me away. Although we'd been at it dozens of times in the past six months, often using techniques we'd learned, I knew exactly what was going to happen next. Bing'er understood the true meaning of giving and receiving; she hurriedly pulled down my outer pants, oh, and my underwear too. Instantly, my most lethal weapon, the third point, with its prominent veins, was exposed to the sunlight. Bing'er took a bottle of Coca-Cola from her bag on the rock, opened the cap, and slowly poured a little Coca-Cola from the base of my weapon to the tip. At the glans, Bing'er skillfully pulled back the foreskin covering the base of the glans, poured some Coca-Cola on it, and gently cleaned it with her hand. Because she often didn't shower before making love, Bing'er had come up with a good method. Coca-Cola not only cleanses, but also reduces odor and saltiness during oral sex, making it more palatable for the person performing the act and more enjoyable for the recipient. I praised Bing'er's wisdom, so we always kept a bottle of Coca-Cola handy, which we could also use to quench our thirst after making love. We also tried Sprite, Red Bull, and other drinks, but because Bing'er liked Coca-Cola the best, it became our designated drink for sex. Perhaps the first time is the most important for a woman. I've already spent a fortune on Wanglaoji (a popular herbal tea brand), so I'll try it next time. I hope it doesn't cause any problems. I always approach making love with the spirit of "all that's spent can be regained," and I do it wholeheartedly. Before Bing'er, I could only satisfy my needs through masturbation. Although each time it was a huge amount, it's not difficult to get your hands wet from masturbation, but it's difficult to get your blanket wet from masturbation.
Bing'er sat on a rock, grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezed them against my penis, and then released them. Bing'er used to occasionally watch porn with me, learning advanced foreign techniques. She even tried breast play, but after one pleasurable experience, I stopped letting her do it. It hurt my heart; the force on her breasts was too much, exhausting the man's essence. It was fine at first, but as the stimulation decreased, it became very difficult. Besides, the woman didn't gain anything from it. Therefore, I resolutely sealed this "breast-on-weapon" approach in the museum. From then on, Bing'er always stopped short of intercourse before making love, proceeding with courtesy first. Bing'er poured some Coca-Cola into her mouth, then lowered her head and took my "weapon" into her mouth. Sucking, sucking, licking, touching, rubbing, biting—each move was captivating. While enjoying it, looking down at the world below, I felt a surge of pride.
"Bing'er, let me first explain to you what 'drawing the sword' means. In ancient times, when scholars and poets encountered rivals in brothels, no matter how powerful their opponents were—even if they were the world's greatest swordsman—knowing they were outmatched, they would still take off their pants and draw their swords to vie for the title of courtesan. Even if they lost to their opponent's sword, they were still honorable in defeat. This is the spirit of 'drawing the sword'!
Facts prove that a party with excellent traditions often has the fertile ground to cultivate heroes. Heroes or excellent swordsmen often emerge collectively rather than individually. The reason is simple: they are influenced by the same traditions and develop the same character and temperament. For example, as I mentioned earlier, our party has produced countless heroes who donated sperm for the country. Every party has its own tradition. What is tradition? Tradition is a kind of character, a kind of temperament. This tradition and character are determined by the character and temperament of the founder when the party was established. He infused the party with a soul, and from then on, no matter how time passes or how people change, the soul of this party lives on!" (P.S.: It's said that Chen Duxiu founded the Communist Party of China (CPC) after being expelled from Peking University for soliciting prostitutes. What is this? This is the spirit of our Party! We waged a 22-year armed struggle, gradually growing from weak to strong. What did our Party rely on? We relied on this spirit, on the fighting will of our vast number of commanders and fighters! Even when outnumbered and surrounded, we dared to unsheathe our swords! We dared to fight until not a single sperm remained!
In short: In a narrow encounter, the brave prevail! The spirit of unsheathe the sword is the spirit of our Party! Wherever the sword points, it is invincible!!!) "I was discussing swordsmanship atop Mount Jiuhua, my spirits soaring. But Bing'er's ventriloquism had reached a level of perfection. After I finished speaking, I let out a few low growls, leaving some mischievous creatures in her mouth. I pulled the sword from her mouth, and some lives that had just heard my sword tales were forever left atop Mount Jiuhua. Bing'er casually took a Coca-Cola, first cleaning her mouth, then washing the tip of my temporarily lowered sword with her hand.
Without a sound, Bing'er put down the Coca-Cola and then put my sword in her mouth again. In just a few moments, my sword regained its brilliance, gleaming in the sunlight (due to the Coca-Cola). I pulled the sword from Bing'er's mouth, laid clothes on a rock, and slowly..." I knelt down and lifted Bing'er's short skirt, revealing her purple, semi-transparent lace panties. Oh, they were a matching set; the dark forest was clearly visible through them. I gently parted Bing'er's legs, my fingers rubbing her genitals through the panties. The panties were already wet, so I knew I didn't need to do it through them anymore. I removed Bing'er's sexy panties.
I started kissing her from her toes; listening to a girl's moans was a very enjoyable thing. No music in the world could compare to a girl's moans. I kissed her, moving to her calves, thighs, until I reached Bing'er's private parts. Although Bing'er's private parts had been explored many times, they still displayed a dazzling red color. I could only describe it in one sentence: ' "This kiss should only exist in heaven, a rare treat on earth." My tongue appeared on Bing'er's labia, then on her clitoris, sucking, licking, touching, rubbing, and biting—one move after another. Bing'er's vaginal fluid gradually increased; hmm, Bing'er's spring water was a little salty.
I found a Coca-Cola, took a big gulp, and blew it forcefully into Bing'er's vagina. Bing'er's delicate body trembled, and a "Ah!" was incredibly alluring. I placed Bing'er's legs on my shoulders, spread her labia with my hands, and inserted my tongue into her vagina, stirring it inside. Besides responding with heavenly moans, Bing'er also gave my tongue plenty of saliva. As my tongue moved, Bing'er's hands tightly gripped the back of my head, suddenly... A series of rapid sounds accompanied by a series of rapid tremors—Bing'er had reached her climax. My tongue left Bing'er's vagina, and I saw a little bit of vaginal fluid flowing from her lower body.
I took out my usual combat item—a condom—from the backpack on the rock. What brand? Certainly not CCTV-1. In 2006, Li Zhenyong, a businessman from Changle, Fujian, applied for CCTV-1 as a trademark for more than 10 products, including cervical caps, condoms, and non-chemical contraceptives. Unfortunately, in China, with its unique characteristics, this application certainly wouldn't be successful; otherwise, it would have become my go-to condom for sex, even if it's expensive. After dozens of battles with Bing'er, to avoid any complications, I always carried a condom to prevent any "battle reinforcements" :lol: Although condoms reduce the comfort of the weapon, this can be completely compensated for by mood, position, and environment. As the saying goes, a condom can be used, but not all condoms are truly effective. I slipped the condom onto the center of my "life-saving weapon," lifted Bing'er's legs, aimed at the target, and entered her sufficiently wet vagina without any resistance. I shouldn't be too hasty now, right?
My hands began to roam over Bing'er's delicate body, stimulating her breasts incessantly. Bing'er was already lost in lust, her hands tightly wrapped around my waist, emitting soft moans and gasps, her head swaying, and her body beginning to tremble. Come. My sword moved restlessly within its sheath. The nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust seemed only effective for breaking hymens; now, I'd changed it to three shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, intensifying the sensations for both of us. Soon, Bing'er's second climax arrived unexpectedly. I continued my excited piston-like movements, but Bing'er pleaded, "Stop, stop, ahhh!" Reluctantly, I stopped, and without removing my sword from its sheath, I gently lifted Bing'er and sat her on a rock.
Bing'er's face was flushed with a captivating blush. She rested her head on my shoulder, her hands gripping my back tightly, panting heavily. My hands also held Bing'er tightly, while my sword moved gently, rhythmically, within its sheath.
"It feels so good!" Bing'er said, lifting her head off my shoulder after resting for a few minutes. "Shall we continue?" Before I could answer, she started moving on my legs. Bing'er took the initiative, and I had no choice but to cooperate, one hand around her waist, the other roaming over her breasts. In less than a minute, Bing'er's moans grew louder, apparently because my penis was near her G-spot, causing a strong reaction. Bing'er's movements became faster and faster. Even with the condom on, I still felt a surge of heat, and my penis trembled involuntarily as I ejaculated. Bing'er and I hugged tightly, panting heavily.
We hugged like that for about ten minutes before Bing'er got off me. We cleaned up the mess a little with Coca-Cola, then put the used condom in a black plastic bag. This wasn't a souvenir; it was because we're environmentally conscious and don't want to pollute the environment. We sat on a rock, bathed in the soft sunlight. Holding Bing'er, I said, "It's been over half an hour. Those people should be here in about twenty minutes. Let's pack up, rest a bit, and then head down the mountain."
"No, I want to do it again," Bing'er pouted.
"I've had two orgasms, and you've had three? You still want more?" I asked, puzzled.
"This is our last time. I'll rest at home tomorrow, and I'm leaving the day after. Don't come to see me off; I'll cry. Just consider this my last request, okay? Besides, if we each have another orgasm, you'll have three, and I'll have four. That way, we won't be doing anything inappropriate!" Bing'er looked at me pitifully.
"A duel at the summit of Mount Jiuhua, one orgasm per person, that's six plus one!" I pulled another condom from my bag, but my five-inch penis had shrunk to two inches, unable to complete the first time.
Bing'er moved closer and sealed my lips with her cherry-like mouth; we kissed passionately. We stood up. Bing'er reached for my penis with one hand, but my hand couldn't reach her genitals due to the position, so I made do with what was closer, making circular motions on her breasts. Bing'er's fingertips gently slid between my penis and the area where we were about to part, then slid back. I shuddered, my penis hardening, though lacking in hardness, it was at its maximum length. I left Bing'er's delicate body, turning her over to face downhill, preparing to take my penis out the back door. I had never explored Bing'er's anus, and even though she was leaving, I was reluctant, because exploring this area was said to have negative effects on a woman's body. Bing'er's vagina was still quite slippery, and after a slight adjustment, my penis smoothly entered the battle zone. Facing the bustling crowd downhill, Bing'er and I were extremely excited, our movements were large, frequent, and loud, as we released the pain of our impending separation through these piston-like thrusts.
We were lost in our passion, time slipping away, oblivious to everything. Before my final climax, Bing'er experienced several more orgasms. I grabbed Bing'er's breasts from behind and squeezed them hard. Bing'er winced in pain, but the pleasure outweighed the pain; she was experiencing both pain and pleasure. With each wave of pleasure, I cried out. Finally, I felt a signal at the tip of my penis, and I intensified my thrusting to increase the pleasure. With my final, desperate howl, I felt the last of my sperm leave my body. Bing'er's body trembled; she had clearly orgasmed again. This was our last orgasm.
Before we could recover, a burst of applause erupted. Seriously? There were quite a few people behind us, and some women were even clapping! What kind of world is this? I quickly whispered to Bing'er, "Don't move, I'll get you some clothes." I drew my sword, turned around, ignoring the woman's gasp from a short distance ahead, grabbed Bing'er's sweater, and she slipped it on in two seconds. At the same time, I turned around and put on my underwear. I heard a pack of wolves sighing, "Wow, that was fast!"
Damn it, this is a huge loss; so many unpaid spectators. I casually put on my trousers and coat, glancing around to see a few girls whose lecherous eyes immediately turned away when they saw me. "These hypocrites, they'd better come back another day for a duel," I thought.
In the rush, I'd already tossed the condoms aside out of environmental consciousness, and my precious sword hadn't even had time to be maintained before being stored away. It felt unsettling; I needed to pack up and head down the mountain quickly. I quickly gathered my things. Bing'er's bikini was unwearable, so I bent down and picked up the condoms, putting them in a black plastic bag. I couldn't remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before me, but I could at least develop a good habit. I grabbed Bing'er's hand and quickly walked down the mountain path. Bing'er kept her head down, her other hand constantly pressing down on her short skirt, which was trying to stay upright. As she passed the group, she heard applause and whistles. Those wolves, if there hadn't been girls around, they probably would have been lying on the ground peeking under her skirt. I doubt anyone on this forum was there at the time.
After walking for a few minutes, the shadows of the people behind her had become smaller and smaller. Only then did Bing'er raise her head, a bright smile on her face. "So exciting!"
"You mean the last time we did it and they saw us? I think so too. Those girls got off easy." I grinned mischievously.
"Not then. I was really scared then. I was talking about when I walked past that group without anything underneath. That feeling is indescribable." Women's feelings are so strange. No wonder people say you have to be especially careful of animals that bleed for a week every month and are fine.
Sigh, I finally understand why there are so many wardrobe malfunctions worldwide.
After coming down the mountain, Bing'er didn't wear underwear in a secluded spot and wanted me to ride the bus with her instead of taking a taxi. In her words, it was a crazy and exciting day, leaving an unforgettable mark on her life – December 8, 2003, later known in unofficial history as the January 28 Movement.

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