I had sex with the older man again yesterday.

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I had sex with the older man again yesterday, and I'm still a little swollen. He said it's because I'm short that everything about me is small.
I'm underdeveloped, only 149cm tall, and don't have much of a chest. If it weren't for my long hair, I'd often be mistaken for a boy.
I met him on Douban; he's a high-ranking member of a large group. Once, when I was banned, I messaged him, and he unbanned me without hesitation.
Later, we found out we were in the same city and chatted a lot.
He always liked to tease me with text messages, making me anxious all summer.
Later, he asked if I wanted to meet, and I said I was afraid he'd take advantage of me.
He said, "He might not take advantage of me, but he'll definitely take advantage of me."
I thought he was incredibly shameless and would say anything. I know he's not a bad person, and I figured I wouldn't mind taking a little loss, so I agreed.
I remember it was a Saturday… The
meeting was actually quite awkward. He looked for me all over the square we agreed to meet, even though I was nearby, he just couldn't recognize me.
Finally, I called him by his Douban username. He was startled and told me to be quiet, saying it was embarrassing to use a username.
We sat down at a cold drink shop near the square and formally introduced ourselves.
The older man kept looking me up and down and asked a question that made me very embarrassed.
"Are you a crossdresser?"
"..."
I didn't know what to say. I just have small breasts, not no breasts!
The older man also said something about not discriminating against homosexuals, that it's just another form of love, etc.
He went on and on, making me extremely embarrassed. I don't know what came over me, but I just said, "I don't have a penis, feel it if you don't believe me!"
And then he actually touched me, and I... went limp...
The older man suddenly put his hand on my leg, on my shorts. I was startled and squeezed my legs together, suddenly feeling very scared. I had encountered a pervert.
The older man's palm rubbed repeatedly near my knee, and he said in a particularly lewd voice,
"Open Sesame." I'll open your door, my ass! Isn't this bullying?! I couldn't shout, I didn't even dare to speak.
The older man's hands were rough. He started by rubbing my knees and moved upwards, then began to touch my thighs with his palms.
That wasn't all. He pulled out his phone, played a really corny disco song, tilted his head, and held it to his ear, asking if I looked like a DJ.
It took me a while to realize he was using me as a turntable.
I was furious! This lewd behavior was too entertaining!
Just as I relaxed, the older man touched the spot I didn't want him to touch.
I went completely blank, then felt completely powerless.
The older man looked at me seriously and said,
"I knew it wasn't. I'm relieved that I don't have to be a kept man." "..." The older man said that since he'd already touched me, I should take some responsibility and asked if I wanted to date him.
My mind was a mess. This lewd man was really going too far. If I really got involved, it would definitely end badly.
The older man said he was saving himself the trouble of deceiving me; the role was limited, it was over after the performance, no need for much rehearsal, the important thing was the final box office results.
I thought he made some sense. This guy was a bit lecherous, a bit of a rogue, and had terrible taste in music, but otherwise he was alright.
In the end, I stupidly agreed, and the older man readily treated me to a meal.
Two weeks later, during my safe period, the older man called with a sinister grin.
His deep, slightly teasing voice came through the phone: "How's it going, little brother? Has your penis developed after this period?" I was both angry and embarrassed, and didn't know what to say. I blurted out, "What's it to you?!"
The older man chuckled twice and said, "I'll pick you up at 2 pm. Don't wear tight underwear, it's bad for your penis development."
He then arranged a meeting place and hung up without another word.
I was increasingly conflicted. Should I go, or not…
This older man, his smile was sinister, but… could he really think I was a boy? Yes! He touched me only because he thought I was a boy.
At most, it would be like last time; he wouldn't do anything lewd to me.
So, I chose a loose-fitting pink Japanese-style cake dress and prepared for the date.
The older man had already parked his car there before me.
I lowered my head and opened the car door, not daring to look him in the eye. He handed me a bottle of cherry-flavored vitamin water, saying, "Drink this, it's sour, a little astringent, and pink, it suits you."
I was a little stunned… thinking, why does it suit me…
I didn't want to think about it anymore; it was a bit dry in the afternoon… so I gulped down two mouthfuls. I noticed the older man was nervous, and because I was drinking so fast, a thin pink line of liquid secretly trickled down my chin… but the older man had moved closer… After two encounters, I was somewhat familiar with his scent… He… was actually sucking on that little pink line, less than a millimeter away from my cheek!
Not touching it, but close enough to drink from…
I suddenly felt a tingling sensation around my neck…
He even said while drinking: "Pink cumshot!"
I've always heard the term "cumshot"… but I really don't know what it means? Does it mean liquid comes out? The older man is laughing at me! Humph! I knew it!
I unconsciously frowned, pulled the hem of my cake dress to one side, and tilted my head slightly to pretend not to look at him.
The middle-aged man noticed my unintentional movement and leaned closer, saying, "Hey, why are you pulling up your skirt... Are you afraid your little pee-pee will show? Let me tuck it in for you so you don't have to pull up your skirt anymore..." As he spoke, he actually reached into my cake skirt!
He directly touched the place where a boy's little pee-pee should be!
"Huh? Your little pee-pee is quite full..." The middle-aged man smiled again, raising one corner of his mouth!
"But... it doesn't seem to be of any use... it's just a little lump of fat... this won't do..." I froze, completely powerless from the waist down... I could only say dejectedly, "Then... how can this be done..." "Hmm... let me tell you what kind of little pee-pee is considered manly... yours... really won't do..." I didn't know what he was talking about... this rogue had no taste, yet every word he said seemed to be cryptic and incomprehensible to me... I just felt that I couldn't let him touch me like this anymore... so I said, "Aren't you hungry?" " Let's go get something to eat..." He seemed to be waiting for me to say that...
He pinched my chubby cheek with his other hand... and said, "I'm hungry... I've been hungry for half a month... I'm just waiting to eat hawthorn-filled red bean buns!"
I've always loved sour things... and I actually stupidly said, "Mmm!" It sounded delicious!
It seemed like I had fallen for the uncle's trick again... He said meaningfully, "Uncle is going to have a good meal today..." About 20 minutes later... the uncle's car stopped at the X Hotel (this hotel isn't common in many Chinese cities, so I won't mention the specific name to avoid being doxxed). This hotel has a restaurant, so I naively asked the uncle, "Why are high-end places so different? They're steaming red bean buns even though it's not breakfast time?"
The uncle laughed heartily, yes, he laughed heartily... This was the first time I saw him laugh without any restraint. Then he patted my head and said, "Silly child, sit in the lobby and wait for me..." I actually... felt a warm feeling in my heart... Actually, besides being a bit of a scoundrel and liking to touch my little JJ... Ugh!
Who has a little JJ! !!
A moment later, the man came over from the front desk, grabbed me, and pulled me up from the sofa in the lobby without a word. He looked at me with a deep gaze and said, "Come on, Uncle's about to have some steamed buns..." It was a very large room... much bigger than the rooms I usually stay in when I travel with my parents... Before I could even react, the man scooped me up in his arms (not a princess carry! It was a bear hug! Like hugging a teddy bear!) and threw me onto the bed... I was a little dazed from the impact... I felt dizzy for a moment... The man was on top of me, and I realized he was wearing cologne... a light scent of ocean mixed with tobacco. I could feel his breathing becoming rapid... his breath on my face smelled of sunshine.
My already foggy mind became even more dizzy…
“Uncle wants to eat red bean buns… but they’re wrapped in glutinous rice paper… what should I do?” “Do you know the properties of glutinous rice paper? It becomes transparent when it gets wet…” Then… the uncle started to lower his head and slowly rub the tip of his tongue against the place where a boy’s little penis should be… I closed my eyes… suppressing my breathing… I didn’t want him to laugh at me, I didn’t want to react at all.
Because after several encounters, I realized that any reaction I made seemed childish and predictable to him.
But… this time it didn’t go as I wished…
“Oh, look how red your little face is… the rice paper is completely transparent!” But only the top half is covered because of Uncle…” I don’t know when, the cake skirt had been lifted up to Uncle’s armpits… the large pink lace that had spread out blocked my view… I couldn’t see Uncle’s face anymore… that’s fine, saves me from seeing his annoying half-smiling face… I gradually felt Uncle’s hand slowly moving towards my back… two fingers hooked… and I felt my chest loosen… what… what was that… teeth? Uncle used his teeth to move the loose red and white checkered bra that was dangling in front of my chest… and then… I felt something warm, wet, and very flexible slowly moving towards my stomach. I vaguely heard Uncle say: Hmm… egg pudding flavor… Uncle’s tongue… I was still conscious, that was Uncle’s tongue… he… he retracted the tip of his tongue to its thinnest point… and stuck it into my belly button!
I couldn't help but shudder... It felt like my belly button and anus instantly formed a line, both feeling a chill... The uncle became even more unrestrained... At the same time, I could hear his increasingly heavy breathing... Suddenly, the uncle stopped all his movements and said: "Remove the rice paper!"
I was startled, and before I could react, I realized that the uncle was biting my panties with his teeth and pulling them down... One hand reached behind me to lift my buttocks to remove the resistance... I was left with only the cake skirt under my armpits... He chuckled again...
"Sigh, why is everything so small..."
"Do you believe that I can make you grow a little penis?"
Huh? I'm already standing right in front of you like this, and you still say that? I was a little dazed… “Oh dear… your little bean is so small… and the skin is so thick… Uncle can’t reach it.” As he spoke, the uncle’s lips pressed tightly against my bean… his mouth formed a vacuum… and he began to gently suck… I lay there, barely daring to breathe, slowly feeling my bean swell and engorge… It felt numb inside, like tiny worms wriggling, itching all the way down to my hips. The uncle pulled my hand down to my crotch and said, “Come on, touch it, doesn’t it look like a little penis?” Ah! My little bean became long and hard, actually standing there, with a round little head in front… This… isn’t this a small penis?!
A light touch sent a chill down my spine…
my calves trembled…
The uncle kept rubbing, and I kept trembling.
A strange feeling, like my little toe hitting a cabinet while I drank a bowl of millet porridge and my stomach felt warm, spread throughout my body.
The uncle shamelessly started singing Phoenix Legend’s “Green Whirlwind,” even speeding up the rhythm.
The only sounds in the room were the uncle's awful singing and my panting.
When he sang the eternally beautiful melody of grass green, I suddenly shuddered, and a liquid of unknown origin turned my steamed bun into a soup dumpling.
The uncle, holding my dazed self, said, "This is called a musical fountain."
He touched my head, asking if I was cold. Actually, I wasn't cold, I was just shivering uncontrollably.
He looked very anxious, constantly asking where I felt unwell. Damn it, he was the one who caused it, yet he acted like a good guy. I didn't even have the strength to roll my eyes.
The uncle grabbed my wrist and started taking my pulse. His hands were sticky, covered in soup. He
pretended to take my pulse seriously, even touching his non-existent beard. He
kept saying, "Hopeless, hopeless! You're the one who's hopeless!"
Suddenly, as if discovering something amazing, he kept letting go of my wrist and grabbing it again.
Thin, silvery threads connected his fingers to my wrist.
The uncle chuckled and said, "So this is what 'pulse diagnosis by thread' means."
Having finally finished his TCM game, he fed me a sip of water.
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"I understand your problem now. You've got a virus that's causing your operating system to crash. Reinstalling some drivers will fix it, but your CD drive is a bit swollen, so let's try the USB port." As he spoke, the uncle leered at my lips, his other hand pulling out something much larger than a USB drive.
Looking at the nicely colored, large USB drive, I understood his meaning, and my face suddenly flushed. He wanted me to… The uncle slowly pried open my mouth with his fingers, muttering, "Hopefully it can be recognized."
Just as I was about to refuse, the uncle skillfully shoved his USB drive into my USB port.
The only thought left in my mind... was finding a new hardware
driver... why wasn't there a driver...?
I felt my mouth was completely full, with no gap at all. I tried to speak, but because my mouth was in a complete vacuum, the USB drive was sucked into my throat... I could only feel the interface constantly touching my throat, itchy... My stomach involuntarily twitched twice, and I could only breathe through my nose... Two lines of tears streamed down my face... The uncle bent down and wiped away my tears, making sarcastic remarks as he did so: "Oh dear... it leaked after just a couple of impacts... LCD screens are getting worse and worse..." I was both angry and ashamed... My face was flushed from holding it in... and he still had time to make sarcastic remarks... However, I finally discovered that leaning back a little would give me some breathing space... My head was still dizzy... A dialog box flashed in the air: Please update the matching driver... This... is something not compatible? …Because I leaned back slightly, my teeth fit perfectly into the groove of the USB drive connector…a perfect fit…a perfect fit…I subconsciously tapped the groove with my teeth…I felt the uncle's body tremble slightly…a low, muffled sound came from his mouth…like a fan that wasn't quite compatible with the motherboard. I curiously reached out and held the USB drive's indicator light…The uncle suddenly quickened his pace…I felt a tearing sensation in my throat…my face burned…The uncle hummed a song as he increased his intensity…"The sun sets in the west, the red clouds fly, the soldiers return to camp after target practice…"The uncle's last few thrusts plunged deep into my throat…I recalled eating whole rapeseed as a child, swallowing it down my throat and then expelling it…repeatedly…A liquid instantly filled my respiratory tract…my mouth was full…two lines of data flowed from my nostrils…The uncle's data had a faint, grainy fragrance, somewhat like oats.
While I was digesting, the uncle began configuring the system.
Basically, he was just fiddling with that red mouse button, which was slightly larger than an IBM laptop.
Playing with the mouse itself was one thing, but after a while, the man started frowning.
He kept sliding his finger near my chest, and I asked him what he was doing.
He said it would be better if it were a touchscreen; tablets have zoom functions.
About ten minutes later, I finally regained some energy, and the man solemnly asked me if I wanted to set up a local area network… Looking at his eager eyes, I really wanted to tell him, "You can use your own Wi-Fi router; stop messing with me."
But a powerless laptop can't fight back against a desktop.
The first connection began...
The uncle said that you should chew slowly and carefully when eating; one bite is called "tasting," two bites are called "enjoying," and three bites are called "filling your stomach."
I asked the uncle how many bites he wanted to eat, and without thinking, he said, "Of course, to fill my stomach," though the pronunciation of "stomach" sounded a bit strange.
My posture was like a toad waiting to be dissected, and the uncle's scalpel didn't come down for a long time, just kept scraping the wrinkles on the outside of the bean bun.
While rubbing against me, the uncle told me a story about his friend.
His friend's name was something like "Millionaire," and he was said to be a drummer who had had subtle relationships with many girls.
The uncle rubbed against me as he talked, he was focused on rubbing, and I was focused on listening.
This "Millionaire" supposedly especially liked to spank girls' butts, calling himself a "cute stock man," and many girls had suffered at his hands. One girl named "Pig's Foot" had her butt swollen from being spanked by him.
I heard that later, this "Millionaire" paid for her medical expenses and shamelessly said that it was a stock.
The uncle asked if I wanted to hear more, and I said yes. He said, "You need to get a little closer to each part."
My gossipy soul immediately ignited, and I leaned forward a bit.
How much is a centimeter? Like the folds of a steamed bun, the tip of an eraser, an SD card, the port of a charger.
A centimeter is like a border for me; crossing it means bleeding.
The uncle continued wandering around outside the border, continuing his story.
He mentioned a guy in his neighborhood who pretended to be straight. He created a small website with quite a few fans and was secretly very close to a film critic from Beijing. Apparently, you could even find videos of them doing *that* on some websites.
I'd been to that website too; it had many posts about wanting to be boyfriends or girlfriends, and the guys and girls there were all very good-looking.
The uncle also said that the guy who created the website was secretly dating someone else, also from Douban, with very thin hair, named something like "Shun something-zai." The Beijing film critic actually knew all about it but had been enduring it for his sake.
The uncle coughed after gossiping, took a sip of water, and looked at me, saying, "So it's true that you can eat flatbread wrapped with steamed buns and rice. But your grain of rice is quite big. Can I take a little more?"
It hurt, because my liquid economy policy was too good. The uncle took advantage of the situation and invested funds in construction, but in the end, he was still blocked by national conditions.
The uncle gently advised me to relax and promised to treat me to something delicious afterward. I gritted my teeth and decided to go for it.
Just as the uncle was about to take over my untapped market, my phone rang.
It was my teacher, Maitian. The teacher is particularly lecherous and always likes to play games with us during PE class. Once, I discovered him secretly applying makeup in the girls' restroom, so I'm terrified of him.
"Cen Cen, the teacher wants to make a home visit tonight. Is anyone home? If so, I won't go." "..." "Cen Cen, hey, are you still there? You're not doing anything bad, are you?" "I'm helping the elderly at the nursing home!" "How do you do that... Look at you, you're as nervous as an international situation..." The uncle pretended to be troubled and frowned... I glanced at the uncle... The skinned frog from before now looked like a little monk with a shiny bald head... I became more and more nervous... I thought: This... this little monk must have practiced Iron Head Kung Fu... The uncle had already noticed me staring there... He
took the opportunity to pull my hand over and grab the little monk's flushed face... I watched as... A glistening tear rolled down the little monk's face. "Why...why is he crying?" I asked the uncle weakly. The uncle's face drew closer...he gently pulled me close, his warm breath brushing against my ear...he whispered softly, "He's homesick..." "I...I was wondering why his head was sticking out like that..." The uncle seemed to take my unintentional remark as a compliment, saying with a hint of pride, "Ha, do you think I'm like that turf from Douban? I'll never stick out!" I chuckled, amused by the uncle's words. The uncle leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Let me test you. What's the shortest distance between two people?" Without hesitation, I answered, "Zero distance, of course!"
"Wrong!" I knew I'd fallen for his trick again...
"When two circles are tangent, they're at zero distance, the distance between their centers equals the sum of their radii... But when two circles intersect, the distance between their centers is less than the sum of their radii. So it's the same with people... The closest contact is negative distance... not zero... but... they still... have to intersect..." "Oh, well, you're busy now." I hung up the phone. The uncle seemed to have been stimulated by something; the once-powerful US dollar began to shrink and depreciate.
The uncle looked at me hurt. Seeing his aggrieved expression, my heart softened, and I asked him what I could do to help him.
The uncle said he missed home; he didn't see the moon or go home on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and asked me to bend over and pretend to be the moon so he could miss his hometown.
Although I knew he was talking nonsense, I still chose to cooperate obediently.
The uncle mischievously painted the stars from my little Milky Way onto the only crater.
He started counting the petals, counting and plucking at them while talking to himself.
"She loves me, she doesn't love me, she loves me, she doesn't love me."
"..."
The uncle rhythmically patted the lunar surface, saying I was underdeveloped, too smooth, making his hair-plucking growth-enhancing method useless. My heart skipped a beat.
The uncle continued to tease me, saying I was as short as a hobbit.
Just as I was about to retaliate, the uncle's middle finger suddenly entered a crater.
"I said you're a hobbit, carrying around a magic ring, my darling..." I rolled my eyes in pain.
The little monk's head was rubbing against my clitoris,
then... slowly moving downwards... A piercing pain forced me to cry out. The uncle, however, showed no sign of backing down, muttering, "One move, 'The Dragon Regrets,' there's no retreat, no yielding!" I writhed in pain, and the uncle lowered his head, slowing his movements... gently pressing his lips to mine... as I slowly adjusted to his rhythm, he suddenly thrust his body upwards, forcefully using the force of his impact to push me up.
He chanted, "This move, from above, uses momentum to injure, just as a dragon gains fame through virtue, its power is immense!" I was slammed against the headboard, the pain lessening, my head spinning, my cries turning into weak groans... The uncle then began to move violently, I felt my body being filled... filled to the point of bursting. Suddenly
, the uncle embraced me, shouting, "The Dragon Soars in the Sky!"
He collapsed onto me…
After a short rest, the uncle wearily propped himself up, looked down at me, and said with a smile, “The bean bun isn’t filled with white sugar, it’s filled with hawthorn…” The uncle took out a tissue and kept wiping, carefully attending to every little detail.
I gritted my teeth and endured each touch, not because of pain, but because of pleasure.
The uncle asked me if I knew why the first time was called a pink memory.
I said I had never heard of that.
The uncle slowly unfolded the tissue and showed it to me.
He said that white and red mixed together make pink.
Looking at that pile of pink memories, I suddenly felt that the uncle was fooling me. My period also had pink memories! When the uncle got up to throw away the pink memories, I screamed.
The uncle’s back was covered with scratches from my fingernails.
Five lines slowly appeared on his back.
The uncle smiled and said it was okay, he would give me a little red flower in a while.
After saying that, he pounced on me and sucked hard on my unopened bud.
The suction was strong, it was like the pearl in a milk tea straw.
I felt like my ribs were melting, and I looked at the bud on the other side of my chest, signaling to the uncle to balance.
For a full 10 minutes, I felt like I'd gone up half a cup size, faster than drinking a bottle of steroids.
The uncle wiped his drool, flipped me over, and positioned my butt against him.
"You, this future flower of the motherland, want to be pollinated again?" I gritted my teeth, my butt sticking up too high. Because the uncle had wiped me so clean, I didn't have enough friction.
The uncle pointed to his tongue and said,
"It's okay, I have the drive mechanism for a drilling platform."
Without my consent, he began the exploration.
Everyone says a drill bit is a man's romance; I thought it was just a line from a hot-blooded anime, but after trying it, I realized it wasn't just breaking through my cervix, but also my lower body.
I felt like Zhang Haidi, my lower body limp and powerless, only able to mutter some English words.
The uncle pulled out his tongue and praised me.
"You're truly blessed with boundless good fortune."
I could only weakly twitch in response.
The older man comforted me as I was having an epileptic seizure, but this time, the foaming at the mouth wasn't coming from my mouth.
While I was replying, he told me a true story from Douban.
In the upper echelons of Group B, there was a guy named Shunzai, studying abroad in Australia.
He never slept with Chinese girls, only with foreign women.
One night, he spent the night with a foreign girl, and the moment he took off his long underwear, she exclaimed,
"So thin!!!"
Shunzai was furious and immediately took her right there and then.
Nothing more was said that night. When the foreign girl woke up, lamenting that she hadn't reached her climax, she discovered that her chronic stomach ailment, which had plagued her for years, had been cured by Shunzai's acupuncture!
The foreign girl shed tears and sent a message on Feisi Tutoring.
"Ah, the mysterious East."
After a short rest, the uncle and I returned to our original positions. The uncle skillfully and lightly rear-ended me, and I knew I was going to be buried again.
The uncle's impact suffocated me; in a single breath, he could ring countless times like an alarm clock.
To avoid biting my tongue, I could only hold my breath. During the 30 seconds of holding my breath, I began to master some control techniques.
I discovered that the moment I inhaled sharply and then exhaled, the uncle would be completely aggroed, and even the most powerful DPS couldn't shake him.
The uncle excitedly lifted my legs, leaving me suspended in the air. I could only accelerate the process of inhaling and exhaling.
The uncle started singing along with the rhythm of my breathing.
Hey... let's beat the drums, let's bang the gongs, hey, pushing a cart to deliver goods, the things on the cart are really good!
There are notebooks for studying, pens, pencils, pencil cases, little floral fabrics that girls like, and scarves made by young men.
Wearing sneakers, they run fast, and they're not afraid of getting worn out while playing ball or running.
A chubby little girl, cute and warm.

[The End]

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