Yesterday it rained heavily.

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Yesterday's Rain
Author: Unknown
Layout: zlyl
Word Count: 16455 Table
of Contents
Prologue
I. Encounter in a Pleasure Quarter During a Business Trip
II. Love and Romance During Overseas Exile
III. A Great Mistake Has Been Made, It's Time for Separation
Prologue
The morning fog of early spring was particularly thick. At the moment of dawn, the embankment along the Tamsui River was
a vast expanse of white, obscuring everything within three meters.
The sound of heels clicking on the ground, "Clack, clack!" came from the Ninth Water Gate into the Riverside Park, stopping in
front of a stone pillar along the river. A man and a woman could be vaguely seen sitting side by side on the pillar.
After a moment of silence, the woman sighed sadly, "It's all your fault! You made my mother refuse to come ashore and go back."
"I don't know your mother! How can you say it's my fault? When she came to Taiwan, I was too busy welcoming her! It's a real injustice
!" the man explained softly.
"They're saying that the man next to my mother, didn't he call you 'Dad'?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! That's my Kang'er!"
"That's it! You shameless bastard, how dare you say that! No wonder my mother was too scared to go ashore, she rushed
back by boat, saying it wasn't our fault!"
"Oh! This is truly wicked, blaming only me is so unfair, Lizhu, I hope you can understand,
we should prioritize love, be of one heart, and not have any improper thoughts."
"Love my ass! How can I live in peace under these circumstances!" she cried out in a coquettish tone, her
voice thick with anger.
"Alright! Alright! If you want me to marry you, I'll agree to all your conditions!"
The man finally succumbed to the pressure.
What follows is their bizarre and mysterious romance, a remnant of war.
I. A Chance Encounter in a Foreign
Land: In the autumn of 1951, the mainland fell to the Japanese, and the entire country was transformed. Many wealthy merchants traveled from
Hong Kong to Taiwan to start their new businesses.
Zhao Shirong settled his wife in his hometown and followed the tide of refugees to Hong Kong and then to Taiwan.
At that time, local resources were scarce, and all goods relied on imports by sea and air. Shirong seized this opportunity,
running a small business between Hong Kong and Taiwan.
After two years, he had made a considerable fortune and opened an import-export
company in both Hong Kong and Taiwan, secretly dealing in smuggled goods. He himself was based in Taipei, living a comfortable life.
However, his good fortune was short-lived. Shirong's wife, Wang, died of a serious illness, leaving behind their only son, Wenkang.
Unable to withstand the persecution during the political upheaval, Wenkang fled to Hong Kong. Unable to find his father, he
lived a life of exile as a student, working part-time while studying. 　　Since ancient times, the saying goes, "
When people are well-fed and clothed, they think of lust." Zhao Shirong, having achieved success in middle age and acquired wealth, was tempted
by worldly pleasures. Under the influence of the subtropical climate and its allure, he couldn't resist indulging in the pleasures of dance and revelry. On a late autumn weekend, the XX dance hall was packed with dignitaries and beautiful women, a scene of unprecedented grandeur. 　　It was just past ten o'clock, the peak time for the dance hall. A band played popular music, and 　　several 　　groups of customers poured in through the entrance like a tide. 　　Zhao Shirong was particularly happy that evening, radiant with joy. Although he was past middle age, thanks to his health regimen and charming demeanor, and after some deliberate grooming and beauty treatments, he looked to be in his early thirties, 　　the kind of man 　　most admired by young women . 　　His arm was around a young woman in her early twenties, with a fit figure and painted eyebrows and eyeliner, seemingly deliberately 　　making her appear older—a quintessential mature woman. 　　Before the two were even seated, the manager bowed and greeted them with a beaming smile, "Miss Lily is back! 　　Mr. Zhao tonight..." He paused deliberately. 　　To show his gentlemanly manners, Shi Rong gestured and said, "Give me twenty tables first!" 　　Lily glanced at him, a knowing smile appearing on her face. 　　The band was playing energetically, and the dance floor was bustling with people. The two rose one after the other and 　　began to dance slowly with the crowd. 　　Tonight, Shi Rong was in particularly high spirits, showing off his voluptuous figure with each turn. He not only 　　pressed his face close to Lily's but also occasionally rubbed his thigh lightly against her lower abdomen. 　　Their intentions were not what they seemed; they exchanged knowing smiles. 　　After dancing three songs in a row, Lily returned to the stage, rolled her eyes at him, and snorted, "You're too close, 　　I can't take it!" 　　"Hehe! That's how we show affection! I'll make it up to you later, come on! Let's go for a late-night snack!" 　　"Going for a late-night snack so early, I can't eat anything. My mind is in turmoil. The air here is too stuffy. 　　Going outside for a walk is more practical." 　　Zheng Rong's stroll through the dance hall was purely for show, aimed at winning her favor, seemingly launching his hunting 　　offensive. Since she suggested leaving, he was naturally happy to oblige. After paying the bill, they immediately left 　　the dance hall together. 　　They walked under the moonlight, turning from Zhongshan North Road into Jinzhou Street. 　　Lily was particularly upset tonight, her delicate brows furrowed as usual, her face showing worry, and she complained of the heat the whole way. 　　Zheng Rong was extra careful, half-kissing and half-embracing her, teasing her like he was coaxing a child. 　　Lily, preoccupied with her own thoughts, wouldn't listen to a word, silently following along. Suddenly, she sighed, 　　"Ugh! This is so annoying!" 　　"What's making you so distressed, Grandma? If you need anything, please just say the word. I'll 　　do anything to help." 　　"It's because Mom is seriously ill and needs money..." She pulled a telegram from her handbag and handed it to 　　Zheng Rong, saying, "Look, this was just received this morning." 　　Zheng Rong took it and read it. The sender was Hong Kong, and the few words read: "Mother is seriously ill and needs surgery for 1,000 Hong Kong dollars 　　. Please raise funds quickly." 　　1,000 Hong Kong dollars, converted to New Taiwan Dollars, was nothing to Zheng Rong. He paused for a moment 　　, feeling confident, and asked with a smile, "Lily, is this all the difficulty you're facing?"

"You make it sound so easy, but to be honest, I'm a young woman just starting out in the business.
I'm not good at handling social situations, and my income is limited. Besides entertainment expenses, I also have to support my mother's living expenses. This illness
is truly devastating! What can I do?" She sighed, a little choked up.
She was originally an overseas Chinese student who had returned to China. Initially, she relied on her father's remaining savings, with her mother
sending her a small amount of money from Hong Kong each month. Since her mother's old illness relapsed last year, the subsidies stopped. This year, her mother's condition worsened, and
she sent money back frequently.
Since meeting Zheng Rong, her finances had become a little easier, and her remittances had increased. This was a significant
amount, a small shock to her young heart.
Zheng Rong knew her background and personality well and wanted to firmly hold onto her heart. He laughed heartily,
"Don't worry, Grandma! I'll take care of this little thing."
"Really? You're willing to lend me money?" Lily asked, surprised and delighted.
"Lily, to be honest, we have no relatives in Taiwan. I hope we can comfort and understand each other, be sincere with one another,
and share both good times and bad. Your situation is the same as mine!"
"It's almost midnight, what should we eat at the roundabout?"
Lily was deeply moved by his considerate words and wished she could throw herself into his arms and cry. Unfortunately,
they were on the road, so she couldn't do that. Instead, she clung to his arm even tighter, a sweet
smile on her face.
During their late-night snack, Zheng Rong specially ordered a bottle of Shuanglu Wujiapi to liven things up.
In her good mood, and amidst Zheng Rong's frequent urging and laughter, Lily reluctantly drank two cups, causing her cheeks
to flush red, like peach blossoms, making her even more beautiful.
Since ancient times, beauty can be alluring, and wine can enhance the mood. Zheng Rong was intoxicated by the beauty and the wine, his heart already wavering, unable to
control his emotions.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the two stood up, their steps slightly unsteady.
Lily was truly drunk, her frail body leaning entirely against him.
Zheng Rong understood, immediately hailing a taxi and heading straight to the XX Hotel.
He held her close, laid her down on the bed, and went into the bathroom to shower, which made him much more awake.
He returned to the room wrapped in a towel, and seeing Lily sleeping soundly, like a begonia in spring slumber, his excitement
intensified.
Tonight, Lily seemed even more beautiful than usual; her rosy face faintly revealed an innocent smile, and
her already high breasts heaved even more prominently, drawing attention. Her two snow-white legs, peeking out from under her cheongsam
, were even more captivating.
Zheng Rong was mesmerized, his eyes glazed over, and lust arose within him. He simply removed the towel, lay naked on the bed, and
pressed himself tightly against her beautiful body.
A wave of sweet fragrance wafted from her skin, making his nose water, but as he caressed her, he felt that her clothes
were superfluous obstacles. With a few quick movements, he removed her bra and panties.
Her beautiful, smooth skin, illuminated by the pink light, was even more alluring. He couldn't help but hold her
tightly, as if afraid she would suddenly fly away.
Soft, jade-like skin, a warm fragrance filling his arms—the day Zheng Rong had longed for had finally arrived, filling him with joy and
his heart pounding.
The most basic requirement for a dancer was a beautiful figure, and Lily was no exception.
Not only was her bust full and her hips round, but her long, slender legs were also strong and well-proportioned. Most remarkably
, her skin was as smooth as cream, exceptionally smooth to the touch, and incredibly alluring.
He caressed her for a while, his desire rising even higher, and gently kissed her lips, afraid of waking her.
Their lips met, and a wave of fragrant breath slowly entered his throat. His tongue suddenly sucked, and saliva flowed in
, which he inhaled all at once, as if drinking nectar.
Lily's delicate eyebrows relaxed, her mouth slightly parted, her cheeks flushed, the blush reaching behind her ears, making her even more alluring in the orchid-like fragrance
.
Her already high breasts rose and fell even more dramatically, and Zheng Rong was completely mesmerized. He quickly stretched out his five fingers and
pressed them against her as if he had found a treasure.
The peaks, smoother than freshly cut chicken head meat, had an amazing elasticity that made his palm itch.
After a few kneads and squeezes, Zheng Rong was even more aroused, wishing he could take them off and
devour them like bread.
Lust is a thing that only goes up and never down; it only subsides after it's released, and when it comes to the opposite sex, it rises sharply.
Zheng Rong, a man of strong sexual desires, had been a womanizer since childhood. Since arriving in Taiwan alone, he had frequented brothels, driven by physiological
needs, simply to release them.
Tonight, however, he was experiencing such unreserved caressing for the first time since arriving in Taiwan, and he felt incredibly excited. Full of energy and high spirits,
his penis throbbed with veins, trembling frequently, poised to burst
forth. His shaft, constantly engorged with blood, was starting to ache, and he could no longer endure it.
He gently straightened her body, raised her legs, and slowly bent down, aiming his penis at her vulva, trying to insert the head.
Unfortunately, her labia were tightly closed; a young girl's vulva is usually slightly angled downwards, making it difficult to align the head. After several attempts,
he was still rejected.
Luckily, he remembered his wedding night; he had applied some saliva to her vulva, aligned the head with the saliva, and gently
slid it inside.
Despite Lily's tall stature, her vaginal opening was unusually tight, barely a slit. When his penis was inserted,
it naturally felt incredibly tight, so sensual it almost felt like it would break.
He swallowed hard, then triumphantly thrust deeper.
Lily seemed to sense something in her dream, but she couldn't open her eyes. Her eyelids twitched, then closed again.
Her intoxicated state was alluring, her beauty even more captivating. Overjoyed, Zheng Rong embraced her cheeks tightly, kissing her passionately. His
hard, long spear began to thrust repeatedly.
He was a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, an expert in this art. Even in the heat of the moment, he didn't forget the
fundamentals of endurance.
He thrust gently, keeping his penis just outside the vaginal opening, adhering to the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.
Once his mind was focused and his ejaculation was firm, he gradually increased the intensity, allowing for longer duration. Those with deeper skill
could even control their ejaculation, lasting without fatigue.
However, based on his experience, he can only manage to sustain it for a while; as for complete control, he is not yet confident.
The thrusting gradually deepened, the speed increasing from slow to fast, as Zheng Rong mustered all his energy for a rapid assault.
Each thrust went all the way in, penetrating to the very bottom.
Due to the excessive tightness of the vaginal opening, the high-speed friction of his penis brought the sensation to a peak; he wished he could penetrate
to the very bottom of her vagina, burying his penis inside forever, enjoying complete bliss.
However, this was impossible, constantly stimulating his nerves and encouraging him to intensify his efforts. He thrust with all his
might, almost exhausting all his strength, striving for that final moment of pleasure.
The thrusting intensified, the vibrations grew stronger, and Lily, amidst the storm, began to regain consciousness, but due to her
deep intoxication, she couldn't fully recover immediately, though a clear memory already lingered in her mind. As
the memory deepened, in this state of awakening, Lily slightly opened her eyes, forcing them open for a moment, but ultimately, due to
exhaustion, she closed them again. Her whole body trembled slightly, then returned to calm.
Once he understood, the first thing that triggered her nerves was naturally the friction of their sexual organs. A series of tingling
, itchy contractions traveled from her uterus straight to her central nervous system, bringing a smile to Lily's face, her delicate eyebrows relaxed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips
moving frequently as if she wanted to speak.
Zheng Rong was secretly delighted; this little girl had reached her climax. To elicit even deeper affection, he kissed her lips forcefully
and said gently, "Lily, my heart is dry, baby, does it feel good?"
The long, sweet kiss intensified their passion. Lily, in the throes of intense desire, was a little dazed, but felt
incredibly comfortable.
Hearing this, she giggled, her alluring eyes sweeping across him, exuding charm. Zheng Rong, in his elation, was distracted; a single glance from her captivating eyes sent his soul soaring
to the clouds.
Gazing at the beauty, his hands caressing her skin, he was so happy he almost cried tears of joy.
At nearly forty, having lost his wife midway through his life, he was still fortunate to have a beautiful woman offering herself to him, her warmth and fragrance a great blessing in his life
.
Thinking this, he became even more tender, hesitant to thrust too forcefully, fearing to damage her skin. His heart ached, and thus the pace
gradually slowed.
Lily, on the verge of climax, desperately needed strong stimulation. This pause made her feel uncomfortable, waves
of tingling and itching swirling within her vagina.
Her eyes slightly open, a shy smile spreading across her face, she deliberately trembled her hips, letting her vaginal walls touch his hard penis,
finding a slight pleasure. But this single touch was far less satisfying than prolonged friction. She let out a soft "hmm," as if to say something,
but then stopped.
Zhengrong, unaware of her growing need, continued his careful, slow thrusts.
Unable to rouse her from her reverie, Fang's heart burned with anxiety. Seeing that she could no longer bear the silence,
she steeled herself, suddenly opened her eyes to Zheng Rong, and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
This abrupt question stunned Zheng Rong. He had assumed Lily was about to reprimand him for his
drunken and reckless behavior.
But seeing the gentleness in her voice, devoid of any anger, he felt much calmer and casually replied, "Nothing
! Nothing!"
"If nothing's wrong, then hurry up! Look how much you're crushing me!"
Understanding her intention, Zheng Rong repeatedly agreed, "Yes, yes! I'll be right there."
Before his words even stopped, he was already thrusting in and out with relentless force. This time, he was acting under orders, daring not to slack off.
He thrust in and out, every inch reaching the very end, wishing he could shove the whole thing inside to repay her kindness!
The thrusting quickened, increasing friction. Lily, overjoyed, beamed with an endless smile, her lips never
closing.
In her ecstasy, she repeatedly moaned, "Snow! Snow! Faster! Faster!" At the same time, she twisted her waist and swayed her hips
, matching Zheng Rong's fierce thrusts.
After a hundred thrusts, Lily felt a tingling, itchy sensation emanating from her uterus, making her giggle and exclaim, "Hehe!
Daling! You're so good, my hole feels so comfortable, so beautiful, ah! My God, I'm coming..." A
stream of fluid gushed out with her moans. She felt weak and light, as if floating on clouds.
Just as Zheng Rong was thrusting fiercely, the second brother, after being soaked in her vaginal fluids, felt as if he were immersed in a hot spring, intimately close and incredibly
comfortable. He relaxed slightly, and his semen flowed out. This time, he could no longer control himself and simply thrust urgently
to achieve the peak stimulation.
He deflated like a punctured balloon, rolled over on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. Lily, exhausted, also
drifted off into a sweet dream.
II. Overseas Wanderings: Love and Romance
Hong Kong, known as the Pearl of the Orient, experienced a rapid rise in industry and commerce after World War II, leading to
distorted economic development. It was a paradise for adventurers and a base for speculators.
Zhao Wenkang fled from the mainland to Hong Kong, intending to find his father and continue his university studies.
However, upon arriving in Hong Kong, he discovered his father had already left, supposedly to go to Taiwan, but without leaving an address. Unfamiliar with the place and its people
, and at just over twenty years old, he lacked the qualifications for adventure and investment experience. He decided to take odd jobs,
hoping to earn a living through part-time work . He completed his studies.
However, his odd jobs were temporary, often interrupted, and the income was meager. He
could barely make ends meet by renting a small shop in a slum, making it extremely
difficult to save money for his education. Frustrated by his unfulfilled ambitions, he often sat on a rock by the sea, lost in thought.
This sight often stirred curiosity and pity in a beautiful young woman.
They frequently met, exchanging greetings and pleasantries. It turned out this woman, named He Yanqiu, was
the concubine of a general. After the general's death in battle, she had come to Hong Kong with her daughter and settled in the mid-levels of the seaside. They bought a small
villa. Their daughter, Xiuyuan, applied for a government-funded scholarship to study in Taiwan two years ago as a survivor, and is now studying at XX National Junior College
.
After hearing Wenkang's unfortunate story, Fang felt immense sympathy and resolutely invited Wenkang to move
into their home, to live in the guest room.
She was middle-aged, but thanks to her youthful appearance, she looked only slightly older than a mature woman. Since her daughter
went to Taiwan, her financial burden had lessened, and she was no longer lacking in material comforts, but sometimes she felt empty and unbearable
.
Wenkang's arrival filled that void, adding much color to her life.
Wen Kang had suffered from malnutrition since childhood. After arriving in Hong Kong, he had been struggling to make ends meet, working hard all day but barely earning enough for three
meals a day and a place to sleep. His hardships had taken their toll, making him appear nearly thirty years old.
As their relationship deepened, Yan Qiu's life underwent a dramatic change. Just
talking to Wen Kang made her feel much more comfortable, and the lingering melancholy she felt was gone
.
Sometimes they would stroll in the mountains or go to the theater together, always at Yan Qiu's initiative. Wen Kang, living under such circumstances
, was largely subservient. Fortunately, Yan Qiu treated him with sincerity and didn't treat him like an outsider. And he, having experienced
the hardships of his youth and a period of low spirits, naturally became more easygoing and was temporarily happy to have some peace.
One late spring evening, Wen Kang was relaxing in the backyard after dinner when he suddenly heard a loud "crash! whoosh!"
followed by Yan Qiu's frequent groans of pain.
Driven by a desire to help, he strode into the kitchen and found Yanqiu lying on the floor in a bathrobe, groaning in
pain. Beside her was a small bucket filled with warm water; she must have
slipped while trying to fetch bathwater.
Wen Kang rushed forward, quickly bending down to grasp her delicate arm, asking with utmost concern, "Big sister, what's wrong, Grandma?"
"Oh! It's nothing! It's just...it's just...oh, my waist hurts...I feel weak..." She stopped abruptly
.
Wen Kang knelt down and gently helped her up. Before he could even get her firmly in place, Yanqiu wrapped an arm around her neck
, her brows furrowed, and said, "It hurts! It hurts so much, Kang-di, help me to the room."
Urged on by her words, Wen Kang also felt it was inappropriate to sit on the floor. He quickly reached for his waist, supporting himself
between her thighs with his other hand, and abruptly stood up, scooping her up in his arms.
Wen Kang had no ill intentions. He quietly observed Yan Qiu's expression, hoping she wouldn't fall too hard. He even
ignored the elegant perfume emanating from her.
He moved slowly towards the room.
Yan Qiu smiled serenely, her snow-white arms wrapped tightly around Wen Kang's neck like snakes. A
feeling of comfort and joy, unlike anything he had experienced before, welled up inside her.
Wen Kang reached the bedside and gently lowered himself, but because Yan Qiu's arms were still tightly wrapped around his neck, he
ended up sitting on the edge of the bed.
Yan Qiu muttered, "Silly boy." She frowned and cried out, "Ouch! That hurts!"
"Big sister, where does it hurt?"
"It's in my waist, please take a look!"
When Wen Kang pulled open his bathrobe and innocently reached for his waist, he saw that Yan Qiu was already completely naked, her body
lying prone.
Xu Niang's overly voluptuous body, full and perky, was captivating in every way.
Wen Kang, young and vigorous, full of youthful energy, was utterly unmoved by the warm, fragrant touch of her body.
He
felt a surge of heat rush from his dantian to his brain, burning his entire body with a tingling sensation. His penis was already erect
, pressed against Yan Qiu's pink thighs, his eyes bloodshot and almost spitting fire. Yan Qiu,
a seasoned woman of the pleasure quarters, knew his desire, but intentionally or unintentionally turned her body, letting her thighs rub heavily against
his hard penis.
The friction fueled his lust even more, and Wen Kang couldn't help but lean down, tightly embracing her
body and showering her with passionate kisses.
Yanqiu deliberately turned her body, positioning herself upright on the bed, and smiled at Wen Kang, secretly pleased, saying, "That's more
like it."
Wen Kang, his passion surging, moved like a galloping horse. In a daze, he hastily pulled off his clothes and pressed himself against her.
Before he could calm down, Yanqiu secretly pulled with her jade-like fingers, and the hard, burning iron rod, like a
snake entering a hole, easily slithered into his chamber.
The two men entered each other's chambers, like magnets attracting iron; both felt relaxed and comfortable. Wen
Kang, experiencing intercourse with a woman for the first time, was filled with doubt, a tingling, itchy, and numb sensation, completely unprepared.
He thrust irregularly, sometimes high, sometimes low.
Yanqiu, however, was different. She was a seasoned woman, like parched land receiving rain, like drinking cold water on a hot day,
cooling to the bone.
She raised her legs high, her arms tightly wrapped around him, swaying her round, plump buttocks, using her exceptionally full breasts
to rub heavily against Wen Kang's chest.
Her eyes were slightly closed, her smile ever-present, and her peach-blossom face glowed with an even more radiant brilliance, truly undiminished in its allure and
endlessly captivating .
But today she had encountered a complete novice, utterly clueless about the finer things in life, his face flushed, his bright eyes wide
, thrusting aimlessly. Faced with such a woman, he could only sigh in vain, but it was better than nothing.
Wen Kang, finding it unsettling, suddenly stopped and slowly said, "Big sister, my
knees hurt a little!"
"Fool! Don't call me big sister anymore, just call me by my name!"
"How could I?"
she pouted, "Hmph! You really are something else! Hehe! Hurry up, it's getting late!"
She patted Wen Kang's bottom, urging him on.
"I really didn't know... it would be so tiring?"
"Is this your first time?"
she asked doubtfully; a grown man like him, had never even tried this before.
"To be honest, since fleeing from the mainland to here, just the food and clothing have been enough to give me headaches. I also
had to plan for further education, so I had no time to think about this subject. Tonight is the first time!" he said tactfully.
Hearing that he was still a virgin, Fang felt even more joy and pity for him. It was like a woman's first time, a
feeling of possession and sacrifice.
"You're truly a rare and good man. You still want to continue your studies, don't you?" She gently stroked Wen
Kang's face with boundless affection.
"Of course I do, but the tuition is a real headache!"
"Little brother! As long as you have this good ambition and are willing to work hard, I'll take care of all the tuition."
"Sister, Grandma is so good to me. I don't know how to thank you enough!"
"Here we go again, 'sister, sister,' from now on we are…" She paused deliberately, her alluring eyes
drifting towards Wen Kang's face, waiting for him to continue.
Her alluring charm only intensified the intoxication, and Wen Kang couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"
"It's...it's husband and wife! Hehe!"
She automatically raised her lips to kiss him. Her
soft tongue entered his mouth, and this time Wen Kang tasted the sweetness within the tenderness. Suddenly, he kissed her forcefully,
their tongues pressed tightly together.
Saliva mingled, their passion growing stronger. Yan Qiu's buttocks trembled frequently, and she gradually felt the pressure of her penis inside her
.
Wen Kang felt a surge of heat and carefully adjusted his position, slowly pressing his entire weight onto Yan Qiu's body
to reduce the burden on his kneecaps.
With a slight change in posture, his confidence grew, and his penis resumed its thrusting.
On his second attack, his technique was much more refined. He knew that a higher thrust meant a deeper penetration, and when his penis reached
the base, the sensation intensified.
Having tasted the sweetness, his spirits were even higher, and his speed increased.
He was serene, his fingers tightly gripping her full breasts, kneading and squeezing them with all his might, as if afraid they
might suddenly fly away.
Yanqiu hadn't tasted this pleasure in a long time. She was usually filled with loneliness and melancholy for the rest of her life, but unexpectedly,
it fell upon this young man, and she had unintentionally discovered it, filling the void in her heart.
She felt particularly joyful, her face beaming with boundless smiles. Seeing the deep thrusts, gradually intensifying,
vigorously cultivating her long-parched land, she felt an overwhelming tenderness.
She gently massaged her shoulders, softly and sweetly laughing, "Little brother! Slowly... a little harder... oh... my hole
... is so tight... itchy... mmm..."
Wen Kang, as if lost in space, didn't understand her intentions at all, only silently thrusting.
With such inexperience in this first encounter, it was impossible for him to last long; in fact, he hadn't expected it to
.
Just as Yanqiu was humming a song, Wenkang suddenly felt a tingling numbness in his lower back, and a stream of hot semen
shot out from his urethra.
He tried to stop it, but it was too late. He could only cry out, "Sister! I..."
The hot semen shot into her core, hot and scalding. Yanqiu already understood what was happening. Before he could finish speaking, she quickly
put her hand to his forehead and said, "Brother! You're tired, rest for a while!"
A thousand tender feelings and a thousand sweet sentiments were contained in this gentle caress.
After Wenkang ejaculated, he wanted to roll over and rest for a while, but he was moved by her boundless tenderness, and his excitement
was not diminished. He couldn't bear to let go.
He remained pressed against her body, facing her charming and alluring face, and couldn't help but
give her another sweet, long kiss.
In the midst of her loving pleasure, Yanqiu was gentle and considerate, cooperating and welcoming him. So before Wenkang's tongue even reached her lips,
she had already stretched out her long tongue to receive it.
At this moment, she became even bolder, taking the initiative in everything. Before Wen Kang could even exert any force, she had already
kissed him passionately, their tongues touching, and she swallowed all the saliva from his mouth in one gulp.
The power of this woman taking the initiative was truly exhilarating. Wen Kang's tongue seemed to
take root in her kiss, clinging tightly to hers, refusing to let go.
His spirits were lifted, and his desire reignited. His penis remained as hard as a burning iron bar, showing no
sign of retreating.
He tried thrusting a few times, finding it still firm and just right, and naturally, he wasn't going to give up easily, slowly continuing his assault.
At his prime, one thrust in a row was no problem physically, and besides, a young calf is not afraid of a tiger;
he only sought immediate pleasure, not caring about anything else.
Yanqiu initially intended to stop him, but on one hand, she hadn't reached her climax yet, feeling like she wasn't fully satisfied,
making it difficult to stop. On the other hand, she was the first time Wenkang had shown such interest, and she didn't want to disappoint him and create a bad impression
.
Her hesitation vanished in an instant, so he was happy to continue enjoying himself.
The intensity of the encounter increased, and her emotions intensified, but the increased moisture in her vagina made thrusting quite slippery. Yanqiu smiled
and pulled out a stack of toilet paper from beside the pillow, softly saying, "Little brother, stop for a moment, dry yourself before you go again. It's too
slippery, no fun!"
Wenkang felt the same way, but he couldn't experience it, just staring blankly.
Yanqiu chuckled and said, "Get up first, let me dry myself before we go again, okay?"
Wenkang then seemed to wake from a dream, a slightly embarrassed smile appearing on his face, and he got up.
Yanqiu jumped off the bed, squatted on the floor, and pressed a bundle of toilet paper against her vulva, wiping it.
Out of curiosity, Wen Kang wanted to see what was going on, but Yan Qiu scolded him, "Don't look! You should
wipe yourself too!" She tossed him a bundle of toilet paper.
Wen Kang nonchalantly replied, "It's already been done, what's wrong with looking?"
"You can't look!" she cried, her voice sharp with anger.
Wen Kang dared not disobey her, smiled slightly, and turned his head away.
Yan Qiu dried her vulva, walked onto the bed, and smiled as she pressed Wen Kang's shoulders, saying, "Little brother, are you angry?" "
No!"
"Hehe! Any woman will sleep with you, but she won't let you see. That's the psychology of most women,
little brother, you don't mind, do you?"
Wen Kang smiled knowingly, "I never imagined women's psychology could be so complex and subtle!" He turned around,
hugged her waist tightly, and pressed her chest against his.
The two sat cross-legged facing each other.
Skin to skin, it was a gentle pleasure; they were immersed in a deep connection, their pulses
clearly audible.
Yanqiu's eyes were slightly closed, her delicate beauty radiating as she nestled gently against Wenkang's chest.
Wenkang, filled with passion, teased and caressed her, making Yanqiu's body tingle and giggle.
She couldn't resist squeezing his hard penis with her jade-like hand, saying with a smile, "You're hard again!"
"It's been hard for a while now, it hasn't gone soft at all!"
"Hehe! Little brother, are you excited?" she said, casually moving her hand slightly.
"So excited, sister, shall we... shall we do it again?" he said slowly.
"Of course we can, but we need to change positions, otherwise your knees might not be able to take it!"
"How do we change positions?" Wenkang asked blankly.
"Hehe, there are many ways! Come on, you get down first, stand by the bed, like this."
Saying this, she turned and sat on the edge of the bed, raising her legs high. Wen Kang grabbed her, and his penis
naturally aimed at her vulva.
This clever maneuver made him secretly cheer, his eyes half-closed as he laughed, "Sister, you really have milk!"
With that, he thrust his hips forward, and it went all the way in.
Yan Qiu seized the opportunity to grab a large pillow and place it under her buttocks, making her penis penetrate even deeper and fit
even tighter.
Suddenly, Wen Kang could see clearly that the upper part of her vulva was covered in clumps of pubic hair, fine as silk,
a large, dark patch, soft and yielding to the touch.
Just as he was fiddling with her, Yanqiu suddenly kicked her leg and said, "Stop touching me! Hurry up and move! It's getting late!"
Wen Kang glanced at his watch; it was nearly 10 p.m., and it was indeed getting late. He quickly smiled and said cautiously
, "Okay! Okay! I'm coming!"
He started immediately, thrusting deeply and forcefully, his belly hitting his buttocks with a "slapping"
sound, which was especially clear in the dark. He continued
thrusting for the second time, his strength incredibly strong, not letting go even after a hundred thrusts.
Suddenly, a clear stream flowed from her womb, scalding the younger brother and making him slippery. Wen Kang cried out,
"Sister, is your milk leaking?"
Yan Qiu, in the throes of orgasm, gasped and laughed, "Ugh, no... little brother... faster... harder...
oh... Xue... Xue... sister... has already lost it."
Although Wen Kang didn't quite understand, he knew her needs at that moment, so he doubled his efforts, thrusting deeply and violently,
like a storm, to meet her desires.
Inside the Peach Blossom Cave, the water overflowed, due to the younger brother's rapid thrusting, spilling out of her vaginal opening and
flowing from her buttocks onto the sheets.
Yan Qiu, experienced and slightly aware, quickly called for a stop, handing Wen Kang a bundle of toilet paper and telling him to wipe himself dry immediately.
But the trickling flow continued to overflow from the opening, and Wen Kang wiped and wiped, feeling increasingly annoyed.
In her haste, Yanqiu chuckled and tugged at the waiter, saying, "Pull it out so you can dry it properly!"
Her words jolted Wen Kang awake. He learned his lesson, his hips slumping, and his hard penis slid out, glistening
as if it had just been soaked in water.
He stretched out two fingers, parted the thick labia, and peered inside. Good heavens! Another wondrous
sight unfolded, not only unlike anything he had ever seen, but also unimaginable to him.
The vaginal opening was deep and wide, its bottom invisible. The walls were bright red, dazzlingly lustful. On the striped fleshy walls, slow, continuous
movements were being made, and the fine, lustful fluid, the product of these movements, now completely filled
the opening.
A close look at the vulva is a feeling that women find most taboo. Just as Wen Kang was engrossed in looking, Yan Qiu
kicked her legs impatiently and said in a coquettish voice, "Stop looking! Hurry up and wipe!"
Wen Kang hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly stuffed the paper into the vulva. With a gentle push,
a large patch of oily liquid was already on the paper.
This time, the flow seemed to be much more than before; it flowed out again as soon as it was wiped.
Wen Kang was young and inexperienced, and he didn't know when it would stop flowing, so he suggested,
"Sister, how about we take a bath first?"
Yan Qiu also felt that just wiping like this wasn't a good solution; even after drying, it would still be slippery inside,
which was quite uncomfortable. Hearing this, she was pleased and smiled gently, "That's a good idea! But..."
She suddenly stopped and stared at Wen Kang's face.
Wen Kang said dejectedly, "Me? Nothing's wrong."
Yan Qiu giggled and gently tapped his hard penis, saying, "People are saying yours is still pretty hard,
right? Hehe!"
"Hard is hard! What does it matter? We'll come back after I've washed, sister, okay?"
His childish thoughts were entirely to please Yan Qiu, so he was willing to suffer a little
loss.
This delighted Yan Qiu, who jumped up, hugged Wen Kang's waist, and smiled slightly, "Okay! You're so
good, little brother! Let's go!" Before she finished speaking, she had already stood up and leaned her body against Wen Kang's shoulder. With her
full, jade-like body pressed against his shoulder, Wen Kang's spirits lifted again, his heart filled with sweetness, a surge of heat,
and excitement.
He hugged her plump buttocks, and with a strong pull, he actually lifted her entire body up.
At this moment, Wen Kang was much stronger than usual. Given Yan Qiu's voluptuous body,
his slender frame would normally make it impossible for him to lift her, yet he seemed to have no trouble.
This was probably entirely due to a momentary burst of courage. Seeing her beloved so strong and beautiful, Yan Qiu felt even
sweeter inside, and happily nestled lazily against Wen Kang's chest.
Her eyes were glazed with desire, her alluring demeanor overflowing, and she gazed at Wen Kang's face with a smile.
Their eyes met, and their lust intensified. If Wen Kang hadn't been holding her in his arms, he would have wanted to immediately penetrate her.
He hurriedly entered the bathroom, gently placed her in the tub, and turned on the tap, letting the warm
water flow into the pool.
His face was flushed, his eyes gleaming with a fiery light, his heart pounding, and his demeanor was
utterly reckless. To conceal his embarrassment, he quickly stepped into the pool, hoping to submerge his erect penis and temporarily
mask its violent ugliness.
But as soon as he squatted down, Yanqiu casually grabbed him, holding him in her hand, and said with a smile, "Seeing
how big you are, you must be feeling sad!"
She gently stroked it twice with boundless tenderness.
"No...nothing...it's just...a little...painful..." he said slowly.
"Good little brother, don't be sad, sister will make you feel good right away, hee hee!"
she said, filling a basin with water and washing his vulva vigorously.
Her fingers moved in and out of his vulva a few times, her lower abdomen surging, and thin strands of white fluid floated in the water.
She removed the basin, dried herself, and sat down in the pool, landing squarely on Wen Kang's lap, the glans
directly at his opening.
She grabbed his hand and said with a smile, "Let's warm it up first!"
With his glans aligned perfectly with her opening, she thrust her hips forward, and two-thirds of his penis easily entered . Taking advantage of this, Wen Kang exerted a slight
force, and his penis was fully inside.
This seated position, while preventing thrusting, allowed for a tight, intimate embrace. Both men wrapped their arms around each other's necks,
sweetly pressed together.
Skin to skin, arms intertwined, breaths mingled, saliva exchanged—this intimate tenderness
possessed a unique flavor during intercourse.
Both were lost in their shared experience.
Wen Kang was invigorated, his lust rekindled, waves of heat causing his body hair to stand on end.
The most severely affected was his penis, trapped inside, throbbing with pain as if it were about to burst—it was truly unpleasant
.
He shifted his hips, hoping the movement would allow his glans to press against the vaginal walls, slightly relieving
some of the discomfort.
However, this effect was extremely slight and had no effect whatsoever. In the end, he could only suggest changing the position. Originally,
he was a novice and had no experience to speak of. As for the so-called "position," he seemed to have no idea what it was . This
suggestion was really just to relieve his boredom and give his penis a chance to move. It was
just a coincidence. Yanqiu also felt that just sitting there without moving was not very satisfying. Hearing this, she smiled and replied,
"Little brother, what position do you think we should change to?"
Wen Kang had only asked this casually, but she caught him off guard and he didn't know how to answer.
He stared blankly.
Yanqiu always thought he was young and shy, so she even suggested that he try asking, "Should we do it from behind?"
As long as Wen Kang had a position, he could immediately use whatever he could find. Since Yanqiu had pointed out the way for him, he
was happy to go along with it and nodded happily.
Yanqiu pouted and said, "You get up first!"
Wen Kang knew that this was preparation for a change of position and stood up upon hearing this.
Yanqiu giggled, quickly turned around, and bent down, sticking her buttocks high in the air. She waved her hand
behind her and said, "Little brother! Do it like this."
Wen Kang understood immediately and quickly followed, bending behind her pink buttocks, holding his hard, throbbing penis, and
trying to probe into her buttocks.
It was his first time trying this new position, so his technique was naturally very clumsy. He thrust haphazardly, only managing
to slide up and down in her buttocks.
Yanqiu felt a little guilty watching this. She reached down to her crotch, grabbed his penis, and gently guided it to her vaginal opening,
whispering with a laugh, "Hehe! Here it comes!"
Before she finished speaking, his penis had already penetrated most of the way in with Wen Kang's thrust.
Wen Kang felt like he had completed a major project and let out a long sigh of relief.
He leaned forward a little more, pressing his buttocks closer, his front half-bent, grasping her drooping, plump breasts with both hands, and began to thrust.
Because of the reversed positions, at first, he not only lacked any novelty and pleasure but also felt completely out of place.
After more than ten thrusts, he became more familiar with the path and finally found a place to apply pressure, but there was still no novelty.
Just as he was getting bored with the light thrusts, Yanqiu suddenly twisted her waist, pulling her hips so that her two plump
, fleshy buttocks heavily gripped his penis.
This almost broke his penis, making Wen Kang laugh repeatedly, "Sister, your breasts are so good!
Just like that... heavily... rub them..."
He simply pressed himself against her buttocks and didn't move, letting his penis penetrate deeper, enjoying the sweet, tingling sensation.
This tingling sensation was unlike anything he had experienced in any other form, and impossible to achieve in any other part of the body, because
the fleshy buttocks were both plump and elastic, making it easy for his hard penis to be squeezed and thrust, almost breaking from the pressure. However,
the most important thing was the woman's experience; continuous, light, and heavy thrusts were key to mastering the skill.
Yanqiu's ex-husband was a womanizer, excessively lustful, and... She had tried every trick in the book, until her body became weak and
she died prematurely. Having met her husband in her youth, she had naturally explored many different pleasures and was considered an expert in this field. Unfortunately, years of
pampered living had made her waist thicker and her strength weaker, making her movements less fluid and more strenuous.
Just as she was writhing and sweating profusely, Wen Kang suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his lower back. Experience
told him he was about to climax, and he quickly cried out, "Sister, I...I'm going to climax again!"
The reason was that the force of this writhing was stronger than thrusting, and Wen Kang, inexperienced, couldn't control himself, so he easily
ejaculated.
With a cry, Wen Kang thrust rapidly, finally reaching his climax with ease, every pore on his body feeling refreshed and comfortable
.
He was intoxicated, quietly lying against her back, his hands tightly squeezing her breasts, wishing he could bite them off
and devour them.
Yanqiu lay quietly on the large pillow, enjoying this final thrill.
Although Wen Kang was still very aroused, his penis gradually softened and retreated outside the opening. Helplessly, he
sat up and soaked in the bathtub, washing himself clean.
Both of them were extremely satisfied with this encounter, and their feelings for each other were as sweet as honey.

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