Young Linghu Chong

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That day, Yue Buqun brought his child to meet his wife, Ning. Ning was from beyond the Great Wall, tall
and beautiful, with red lips and white teeth. She was only in her early thirties, possessing a mature and alluring charm, like a juicy
peach. Every time Dongfang Ba saw her, he felt a burning desire; if not for his reservations, he would have already made his move.
Ning saw that the child had regular features, a strong body, and a pleasant voice, and happily held him in her arms, calling him her son
. That evening, Ning prepared food and wine, and drank with her husband. Little Linghu Chong sat at the table, enjoying a hearty meal; he
had never eaten so much good food in his life. But he still carefully observed the adults' expressions before eating
. The couple drank their wine, gazing at their newborn son, feeling immense joy.
When it was time for bed, they took the child to the outer room. It was a small room, very clean. After the child fell asleep,
the two returned to their own bed. Gazing at his wife, her face flushed with spring-like joy, Yue Buqun's heart was filled with longing.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and he eagerly embraced his beloved. He wanted to show her his deep love through his actions.
Ning Shi touched Yue Buqun's groin; his penis was already erect. Through the thin fabric of his trousers, its
warmth was palpable. It seemed to throb, eager to do something.
Ning Shi chuckled, saying, "Brother Qun, it's getting restless, it wants to do something naughty."
Yue Buqun kissed Ning Shi's pretty face, saying, "It's hungry, it wants to eat, so hurry up and feed
it."
Ning Shi smiled at her husband, unbuckled his belt, and slipped her hand inside. She wanted to more carefully assess
its worth, to see if it had the ability to conquer her.
Yue Buqun was excited by his wife's touch; his penis trembled and throbbed, hard as iron, desperately needing
a moist opening to soothe it.
Yue Buqun kissed his wife's lips, nibbling at them for a while. His hands climbed up her breasts, kneading them vigorously,
with unparalleled passion and tenderness, causing Ning Shi to snort and become wet.
She forcefully pushed her husband away, first stripping herself naked, then taking out his penis and playing with it with it lovingly
. The glans was swollen almost as big as a baby's fist, its dark red color and distinctive brows both ferocious and
terrifying. Ning Shi thought of the pleasure it had given her, and her wetness increased even more.
Yue Buqun glanced at his wife's body, his lust reaching its peak. Ning Shi's body was unlike that of southern girls
, whose skin was as white and tender as tofu; hers was smooth, strong, and firm, with a very
suitable and symmetrical proportion of bone and flesh. Her breasts were high and firm, with pointed nipples, making one's hands and mouth itch. The long, thick black hair below her abdomen
obscured her genitals, only fueling the intense curiosity to explore. Her thighs were remarkably long, straight
, and shapely, gleaming with a soft sheen. The base of her legs was already wet with fluid.
"Wife, lie down, I want to go inside," Yue Buqun gasped.
"Come on, I want you, I want you to thrust into me hard," Ning Shi obediently lay flat on the kang, her legs
parted to allow her husband a clear view of her beautiful figure. Her face was as red as autumn maple leaves; her shy
yet excited demeanor was captivating.
Yue Buqun removed his clothes and knelt between Ning Shi's legs, examining that area closely. He parted the black hair,
revealing two plump, tender lips parted, from which fluid flowed continuously, soaking her anus
. Yue Buqun, captivated by the sight, knelt down and lifted Ning Shi's buttocks, placing them against his chest.
His eyes were now fully focused on her lower body: her vulva open, her anus dazzling, her buttocks so clean it
reflected his own image.
"Wife, you're so beautiful, I love you to death," he said. With that, Yue Buqun cupped her buttocks in his hands, lowered his head, and
pressed his mouth to her vulva, licking it with gusto, his greed as if he were savoring the world's finest
meal.
"Brother Qun, it feels so good, you're licking so well!" Ning Shi trembled, her arms flailing,
her mouth wide open, panting and moaning, her face flushed with desire, utterly alluring. Her hazy eyes
gazed at her husband, filled with a mixture of abduction and lust.
Yue Buqun bit Ning's clitoris, pulling, twisting, and licking it, causing Ning to moan and
beg for mercy, "Brother Qun, hurry up, your wife is being tortured to death by you. If you don't come, I'll
hate you to death."
Yue Buqun was very pleased to hear this, and raised his wet mouth, saying, "How's your manly skill?"
Ning snorted, "Brother Qun, your mouth skills are better than your martial arts."
Yue Buqun laughed and kissed Ning's tender, red flesh, his tongue
like a snake's tongue, sometimes lightly sweeping, sometimes heavily licking, making Ning's body almost explode.
"Brother Qun, stop licking, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and put it in." Ning couldn't take it anymore and begged for
mercy again.
Yue Buqun put Ning down, his dark, thick penis erect, and moved towards her wet jade cave. There, the area
was already a muddy mess. Her lips parted and closed on their own, burning
with impatience. The glans probed the entrance a few times, then with a soft "whoosh," it went in halfway, and with another thrust, it was fully inside. The hard
glans pressed against her trembling clitoris, causing both of them to cry out in pleasure.
Yue Buqun, panting heavily, thrust in and out, his eyes filled with the courage of a charge and the gleam
of exhilaration. The muscles in his buttocks undulated, displaying the strength of his struggle. Ning Shi, meanwhile, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her thighs
encircling his waist, her mouth uttering long and short, soft and heavy moans, each one making the man disregard everything
, willing to die for it.
The thick, long member moved in and out of the fleshy opening, the tender flesh inside appearing and disappearing intermittently. A thin, clear
fluid oozed from their joined bodies, flowing silently down their sides, staining their anuses with a glistening
, translucent sheen. The flesh of her buttocks trembled slightly with Yue Buqun's movements, a truly captivating sight.
Yue Buqun thrust hundreds of times in one go, feeling incredibly pleasure from the tightness of her vagina. He lay on top of Ning Shi, thrusting
while caressing her two trembling breasts, occasionally sucking on her nipples. He thought Ning Shi's breasts were
beautifully shaped.
After a while, Yue Buqun lightly bit her nipple and said, "Wife, let's try a doggy-style position
." He then got off her.
Ning Shi softly said, "We're not dogs, why always use such unsightly positions?"
Yue Buqun laughed, "Whatever position, as long as it's comfortable."
Ning Shi obeyed, kneeling down and raising her buttocks high, her two plump buttocks
displaying their beauty in an extremely alluring way. Her cleft became prominent, and her two small openings were fully visible. They were glistening with moisture, tempting
Yue Buqun to love them.
Yue Buqun patted Ning Shi's large buttocks; they were so smooth and firm, with an excellent feel. Yue Buqun then
probed Ning Shi's small opening with his fingers for a long time, making his hands wet. Finally, he licked his fingers and praised,
"So fragrant, so fragrant."
Ning laughed and scolded, "Are you crazy? You always have to drink other people's water."
Yue Buqun chuckled and said, "Who told you it tasted so good?" With that, he gripped his large rod, aimed it at the dripping
little opening, and forcefully thrust it in, making Ning let out a cry of pleasure and satisfaction.
Then, Yue Buqun held Ning's waist and vigorously thrust into her, his momentum almost
killing Lin Fang.
"Wife, you're squeezing so well, so beautifully," Yue Buqun exclaimed.
"Brother Qun, your thing is so hard, it's going to kill me. Ah, good, now you've hit the spot."
The two of them were enjoying themselves while exchanging sweet nothings, finding it very interesting, in addition to physical satisfaction, there was also spiritual
entertainment.
After a while, Ning told Yue Buqun to lie down, saying that she wanted to ride a big horse and show off. Yue Buqun obeyed and
lay flat on the kang. The man's penis stood erect below her waist, like a flagpole, dripping with vaginal fluid from top to bottom.
Ning touched the adorable thing and said, "It's so ugly, yet so capable; it must have ruined so many
women." As she spoke, she aimed it at her opening and slowly lowered it; in the blink of an eye, the long thing disappeared
into the hairy undergrowth.
Ning felt incredibly happy, riding on the man, feeling like the master,
as proud as a man with a woman. She was now with a man; why should women always be submissive?
Ning was smug, swaying her plump buttocks, feeling the large penis moving inside her. This feeling
was wonderful; even immortality couldn't compare. Ning stroked her full breasts as she moved. Her
nipples were already hard as beans.
Just as they were getting into it, she turned her head and noticed a pair of bright eyes watching them from the doorway.
She was startled, but when she saw it was Linghu Chong, she laughed again. Instead of stopping, she writhed
her hips even more wantonly, making their bodies rub together faster to achieve more pleasure.
She wasn't afraid of him; he was just a little boy, not yet a man. But having someone watching made her
feel both joy and shyness, a strange and exciting feeling—it was truly wonderful.
Thinking
of Linghu Chong, Ning's feelings were extremely complex. She felt guilty, remorseful, and a little excited. Linghu Chong was her son, yet his penis had penetrated her, and had made her feel like she was dying of pleasure—something Ning would never forget. Even though he wasn't her biological son, she felt extremely distressed.
That morning, Linghu Chong went out to practice martial arts. Ning hadn't gotten up yet; her husband wasn't home. She hadn't slept well these past few days, always going to bed late and waking up late. As a mature woman, she had certain sexual needs.
That morning, she couldn't resist any longer. Seeing no one in the room, she pulled back the covers, took off her undergarments, revealing her wet, throbbing member. She inserted her fingers, stirring them around while imagining herself making love with her husband. Her red lips parted, occasionally emitting sweet moans. Sticky, lustful fluid slowly seeped from between her fingers, making Ning's slender fingers glisten.
But then, Linghu Chong returned. Usually, he would be practicing martial arts at this time, but today, for some reason, he felt a little hungry and wanted to come home for a meal. However, when he entered the room, he heard a woman's joyful sounds.
He recognized the voice as his adoptive mother's. Remembering her body and wanton nature, he felt a surge of heat.
He went to his adoptive mother's door, intending to pry it open a crack to peek inside. He pushed too hard, and the door swung open with a whoosh. Linghu Chong and Ning stared at each other, both stunned. Ning was sitting on the bed, vigorously stimulating her vulva. Linghu Chong saw clearly and was completely captivated.
When Ning Shi saw her son arrive, she was startled for a moment, then quickly pulled the blanket over herself, blushing furiously and wishing she could disappear into the ground. Such a shameful thing was embarrassing; Ning Shi lowered her head, only to find her breasts still exposed. Ning Shi pulled the blanket up again. This time, Linghu Chong couldn't see anything.
Linghu Chong also came to his senses and quickly said, "Mom, I'm hungry, I'll go make something to eat." He then went to cook.
At dinner, Linghu Chong and Ning Shi sat at the same table. Ning Shi didn't know what to say, and after forcing herself to eat a few bites, she finally managed to say, "What happened just now, please don't tell anyone." Ning Shi avoided his gaze.
Linghu Chong's eyes lingered on Ning Shi's high breasts; although they were covered by her clothes, he knew what kind of scenery they held. There lay boundless allure. From there, Linghu Chong thought of Ning Shi's lower body, which was even more alluring.
Linghu Chong had slept with Bai Ju and knew the pleasures of sex. He had a thought: how wonderful it would be if his manhood could be inside his adoptive mother's vagina. But no, Ning Shi was her parent; doing so would be immoral. Even though they weren't blood relatives, it was still incest, something forbidden by heaven and earth. His adoptive mother's vagina belonged only to his adoptive father; no other man had the right to enter.
Ning Shi intuitively knew what Linghu Chong's gaze was looking at. Normally, she would have reprimanded him severely, but she couldn't muster the courage now. At this moment, her heart was pounding like a young girl experiencing first love.
She was familiar with this child's body. She had cared for him for three or four years and knew his body inside and out.
It was just that she hadn't seen it in the last two years. She didn't know how big his penis had grown. It probably wasn't small; before he developed, it was already considered large compared to other children his age. Sigh, what was she thinking?
Ning Shi made an excuse and left the room. Linghu Chong gazed at Ning Shi's shapely figure and swaying hips, a surge of desire coursing through him. He knew he shouldn't have such thoughts, but he couldn't resist. He no longer saw her as just his mother; he also saw her as a beautiful woman he could use for amusement.
That night, Linghu Chong fell asleep lost in his own thoughts. He was having a sweet dream when he felt someone caressing him. He groggily awoke to find someone touching his penis. The soft hand was stroking it, making it impossible for him to calm down.
"Who is it?" Linghu Chong asked.
The woman let out a soft "Ah!" From that simple sound, Linghu Chong immediately recognized her. It was none other than his adoptive mother, Ning Shi.
That night, Ning Shi went out to relieve herself. Passing Linghu Chong's room on her way back, she thought of the benefits men had brought her, and her heart stirred with desire. She could never forget the impression Yue Buqun's penis had left on her. She often wondered how a woman could live without a penis by her side.
Ning Shi hesitated, then finally quietly entered Linghu Chong's room. Her plan was to just touch him a few times for a quick thrill and then leave. But to her surprise, she couldn't move. Her son's penis was incredibly sensitive; it hardened after just a few touches. Its hard, thick shape excited her, and she longed for further contact. The hesitation that had been holding her back slowly faded under the swelling of her lust, leaving only a woman's most reasonable and simple desire.
Linghu Chong's question startled Ning Shi awake, and she turned to run away. Linghu Chong casually grabbed her and easily pulled Ning Shi onto the bed. He no longer cared about the idea of a foster mother. His mind was filled with images of his foster father thrusting on Ning Shi, the allure of her body, and the intoxicating quality of her moans and groans.
He pinned Ning Shi down, his hot lips sealing hers, his hands kneading her large breasts vigorously. Ning Shi wrapped her arms around his neck and soon rolled onto him. Linghu Chong, unwilling to be outdone, pushed Ning Shi down again.
Their kiss grew increasingly passionate. Linghu Chong's tongue entered Ning Shi's mouth, and Ning Shi, being perceptive, took it in and sucked vigorously. A moment later, she pushed his tongue out, and the two tongues intertwined outside their mouths, making a series of soft, lewd sounds that only heightened their excitement.
Linghu Chong reached one hand towards Ning Shi's crotch. That was a place he had always longed for, a place he had dreamed of exploring countless times, seeking to uncover its mysteries. Excitement made his hands tremble.
Ning let out a soft moan, a muffled sound that nonetheless revealed a woman's excitement and pleasure. Linghu Chong found it delightful, releasing Ning's mouth so she could moan freely. Of course, Ning dared not moan too loudly, fearing it would be overheard.
Linghu Chong didn't want to waste precious time. After his fingers had probed her vagina less than a hundred times, he stripped Ning naked, pulled out his own penis, pressed it against her beautiful opening, and with a forceful thrust, inserted halfway in. Ning cried out, "Your thing is so thick, it's going to tear me apart!"
Linghu Chong was overjoyed, lowering his head and kissing Ning's breasts wildly, his penis relentlessly thrusting into her. The area was moist, her lips moving rhythmically. Ning Shi had been lonely for many days, and the sudden insertion of a large penis felt like a parched land receiving rain. The thought that this penis belonged to her son filled her with both guilt and excitement. It was a decadent pleasure.
This was happening in the dark, so Linghu Chong couldn't see Ning Shi's wanton state, but he could imagine it. Although Ning Shi was over thirty, she was still very well-preserved; her body was still so tender and fragrant. It was still very tight there. Linghu Chong thrust with great pleasure, his speed increasing, making a sound as he penetrated her. His long-held dream had finally come true, and he was so excited he wanted to cry.
Ning Shi felt incredibly comfortable, her limbs wrapped around Linghu Chong, her large buttocks bouncing and swaying, fully cooperating with his movements. Her vagina contracted and relaxed in their passion, gripping Linghu Chong so tightly he felt like his soul was about to leave him.
Linghu Chong cried out passionately, "Mom, your little hole is so good, it grips so well!"
Ning replied, "Chong'er, if you like it, go for it! I'm yours now."
What more could Linghu Chong ask for? Ning was clearly letting him enjoy himself. Linghu Chong mustered all his strength, each thrust powerful and wild, the bed creaking under his movements as if it might collapse at any moment.
Linghu Chong, however, was too eager to stop, failing to control himself, and before he had even reached three hundred thrusts, he ejaculated. Ning, just as she was enjoying herself, was disappointed by this scene.
Linghu Chong lay on top of Ning, saying, "Mom, I couldn't hold back anymore, you're so alluring."
Ning stroked Linghu Chong's head, saying, "It's alright, you'll be done in a bit, you're still young." With that, Ning pushed Linghu Chong down and began to caress him. Being young, it wasn't long before Linghu Chong's manhood hardened.
Ning cheered, straddled him, raised her buttocks, and "ate" the hot, hard thing to the very end. When the glans pressed against her clitoris, Ning gasped in pleasure; she was practically going crazy. She swayed her large buttocks, grinding her clitoris against the glans, each rub eliciting cries from both of them.
This kind of ecstasy was something Ning had never experienced with her husband.
Linghu Chong grasped Ning's large breasts with both hands, thrusting his lower body forward, his penis pounding against Ning, making her feel the power of the man. Her buttocks rose and fell, forcefully stroking his penis, as if trying to break it.
Soon, Linghu Chong positioned Ning in a doggy-style position, making her stick out her buttocks, and then penetrated her from behind. Stroking her plump buttocks, Linghu Chong received both mental and physical satisfaction. This woman is truly wonderful; beautiful and skilled in martial arts. Her godfather is truly blessed.
That night, they made love countless times until they were too exhausted to continue, and then they fell asleep in each other's arms. That kind of affection was unforgettable, even unto death. At that moment, they forgot their familial ties, remembering only that they were a man and a woman, the most normal and natural relationship—that he needed her and she needed him, without any moral constraints.
However, after waking up, Ning was still uneasy; such a relationship was unacceptable to outsiders. Besides, Linghu Chong was still young; she couldn't truly consider him her lover. After that, they made love a few more times. When Yue Buqun returned from outside, they ended things, but the experience still filled Ning with endless sweetness whenever she thought about it.
Lingshan
was somewhat like a sibling to him. Although they had been intimate, Linghu Chong never considered possessing her immediately. He still had a concern: he feared Lingshan wouldn't agree, and he wouldn't be able to handle it. Therefore, they maintained a good relationship.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, they both grew up. Linghu Chong grew a beard, and Lingshan's breasts began to swell. When they were together, things seemed to have changed. Before, they were completely uninhibited, but now Lingshan often felt shy. When their eyes met, Lingshan's heart would pound wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her stomach, and then she would look away, though she longed to see him.
Lingshan often read, and one day she was engrossed in *The Romance of the Western Chamber*. She was restless, her mind wandering. How lucky Yingying was to have met the handsome and talented Zhang Sheng! Although I, Dongfang Lingshan, am not as refined as Yingying, I can still be considered a beauty. But where is my Zhang Sheng? The answer to this question came immediately; the image of Linghu Chong appeared before her eyes. Linghu Chong had become strong and handsome, his face radiating masculinity. Though not a literary genius, he was far superior to most men. Could he be her future husband?
She compared Linghu Chong to Zhang Sheng, and concluded that they each had their strengths. Zhang Sheng could compose poetry, while Linghu Chong couldn't, though he could read; Linghu Chong was skilled in martial arts, while Zhang Sheng wasn't. If they encountered thugs on the road, Linghu Chong would be more useful. Zhang Sheng could become a top scholar, while Linghu Chong couldn't, but he could probably support his wife and children. Linghu Chong's greatest advantage over Zhang Sheng was that he wasn't as pedantic and rigid. She thought that if Linghu Chong focused on his studies, he would definitely be more successful than Zhang Sheng.
Just as she was at a loss, Linghu Chong walked in.
It was dusk, and the red glow of the setting sun illuminated the window. The weather was hot, and the fragrance of flowers wafted in from outside.
Seeing that Lingshan looked unwell, Linghu Chong asked, "Lingshan, are you feeling unwell?"
He reached out to touch her forehead, but Lingshan gently pulled away, playfully scolding, "Don't touch me like that, it's not good if someone sees."
Linghu Chong glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then shamelessly grabbed Lingshan's hand and said, "Lingshan, shall we go play by the stream?"
A stream flowed through the forest to the east of the manor, its water exceptionally clear.
Lingshan shook her head, "You go by yourself, I'm not going. My mother told me I shouldn't be with men casually, I'll suffer."
Linghu Chong laughed and pressed, "What kind of suffering?"
Lingshan blushed, pulled her hand away, and said, "You're getting worse and worse, I'm not talking to you anymore." But she wasn't truly angry.
Without a word, Linghu Chong grabbed her hand and kissed it, saying, "I'll go wait for you by the stream. Hurry up and come."
Lingshan glanced at him sideways and said softly, "Go play by yourself, I'm not going."
Linghu Chong's eyes widened, and he said, "This is strange. Don't we often go play together? You're acting a little odd today."
Lingshan didn't say anything. Linghu Chong said, "I'll wait for you. If you don't come, I won't come back." With that, he left the house first.
Linghu Chong sat by the stream for a long time before Lingshan slowly walked over. Upon seeing her, Linghu Chong shouted happily, rushed over, picked her up, and spun her around as he always did. The masculine scent intoxicated Lingshan.
The two held hands and played through the woods, their laughter carrying far. When they were both tired, they sat down by the stream. Linghu Chong looked at Lingshan and placed a yellow flower he had just picked in her hair.
Ling Shan asked shyly, "Is it pretty?"
Linghu Chong held her slender waist and replied affectionately, "Extremely pretty, just like a bride."
Hearing the word "bride," Ling Shan felt a pang of pain in her heart and hugged Linghu Chong tightly, as if afraid of losing him. The two then kissed again. Tang Ji was passionate, kissing Ling Shan's red lips with unrestrained fervor, even teasing her with his tongue, making Ling Shan forget her reserve and return the kiss with her own, their tongues making a loud, rhythmic sound.
Linghu Chong, enjoying the kiss, placed one hand on Ling Shan's breast. Her breasts had grown large, round and firm, and Linghu Chong felt a wonderful sensation as he touched them. Qiu Yu pushed him away a few times, but his seductive hand wouldn't let go. Ling Shan was overwhelmed by his touch, her body going weak; she never imagined a man's hand could be so powerful. Not only that, Linghu Chong brazenly undressed Ling Shan, his hands slipping inside to fondle her breasts. Her nipples were pinched painfully, yet he felt an intense pleasure.
Ling Shan's moans escaped her nose, driving Linghu Chong almost mad. In this state, Linghu Chong could no longer restrain himself; he craved even greater stimulation. Having tasted pleasure before, he longed to explore Ling Shan's vulva—it must be incredibly beautiful, unlike Bai Ju's.
Linghu Chong picked Ling Shan up and ran towards the depths of the forest.
Ling Shan blushed deeply, saying, "Put me down, put me down! What do you want to do?"
Linghu Chong laughed, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to do you."
Ling Shan, of course, knew what "do" meant. She became frightened, waving her small fists and pounding on Linghu Chong's chest. But how could Linghu Chong let her go?
Deep in the dense forest, Linghu Chong laid Ling Shan on the soft green grass, pressing his body against hers, kissing her face, lips, and neck. His hands slowly untied her thin dress, his large hands slipping inside. There was plenty of hair there, and it was already wet. This was the first time Linghu Chong had touched Ling Shan's vulva; it was so tender. Linghu Chong pressed his fingers against her clitoris and teased it, quickly causing Ling Shan to writhe uncontrollably, her breathing becoming heavier.
Driven by impulse, Linghu Chong disregarded Ling Shan's wishes and, indulging his desires, stripped her naked. He knew, of course, that she was engaged, and he had heard from his adoptive father about the groom's background; he knew he was inferior to them. But he wasn't ashamed; he wanted to win Ling Shan over through his own power. He wanted not only her heart but also her body.
Ling Shan lay flat on her back, her legs together, too ashamed to open her eyes. Linghu Chong stared intently at Ling Shan. She wasn't tall, but she was slender and graceful; her skin wasn't fair, but it was absolutely smooth and delicate. Her breasts weren't as large as Bai Ju's, but they were round and pointed, with erect nipples, as if waiting for the nourishment of love. The tuft of slightly yellow and curly downy hair below her smooth belly was incredibly cute, making one want to brush it a few times. But what lay beneath the hair was nowhere to be seen; Ling Shan's legs were pressed tightly together, further fueling Linghu Chong's desire to explore.
Linghu Chong pounced on her, first taking her breast into his mouth, while one hand reached down, lingering below her belly, trying to penetrate deeper into the hair. Unfortunately, Ling Shan didn't cooperate, preventing Linghu Chong from succeeding.
Linghu Chong made up his mind to conquer Ling Shan, to make her heart forever belong to him. He knew he would succeed; he wouldn't waste the great opportunity given to him by heaven.
Linghu Chong put all his effort into Ling Shan. Ling Shan trembled all over, her delicate body going limp, aroused by his teasing. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Linghu Chong's devilish hand slipped between Ling Shan's legs. Her pubic hair was so soft,
her red lips so tender, and so wet. He groped around a few times, thoroughly enjoying himself. Driven by curiosity, Linghu Chong forced her to spread her jade-like legs, then opened his eyes wide to stare. Adorned by the pubic hair, her two fragrant lips were thin, pointed, and red, parted at the cleft, dripping with spring water, utterly alluring.
Linghu Chong's eyes were filled with lust, and in his excitement, he brought his mouth to hers, sucking passionately.
He sucked with loud smacking sounds, extremely pleasurable, causing Ling Shan to moan incessantly: "Linghu Chong, you're so bad, how could you lick me there? You're so embarrassing."
At this moment, Linghu Chong was no longer as docile as usual, like a greedy wolf, rampaging and ravaging Ling Shan's lower body without end.
"Linghu Chong, where did you learn these torturous tricks?" Ling Shan asked, her beautiful eyes half-open, panting softly.
Linghu Chong took a deep breath on Ling Shan's vulva, then raised his wet lips and said, "I'm a genius, self-taught.
How about it? Ling Shan, are you happy?"
Ling Shan closed her eyes, too embarrassed to answer him. Seeing this, Linghu Chong lowered his head again and continued working on Ling Shan's sensitive areas.
When Linghu Chong sucked on Ling Shan's clitoris and pulled and tugged at it, Ling Shan cried out, "Chong, no, no, you're driving me crazy. I can't take it anymore, ah... ah... something's coming out."
Linghu Chong, of course, understood what was happening. He didn't stop, still persisting in playing with her clitoris, his large hands pinching and kneading Ling Shan's buttocks, his interest high. He wanted Ling Shan to have some pleasure first.
After a while, Ling Shan trembled violently, reaching her first orgasm, releasing a gush of vaginal fluid. Linghu Chong savored it, this was a trick he had learned from his adoptive father. His adoptive father and adoptive mother had a very good relationship and had tried all sorts of things.
When Ling Shan calmed down, Linghu Chong asked with a grin, "Ling Shan, did you feel good?"
Ling Shan blushed, glared at him, and said, "You're so mean! You're always trying to ruin me. I'm not going to be with you anymore!" She sat up to put on her clothes.
Seeing this, Linghu Chong quickly pounced on her, saying, "My dear sister, you're satisfied, but I haven't had my fill yet. Let me have my turn." With that, Linghu Chong stripped naked, revealing his imposing, club-like member.
Although Ling Shan was still shy, her beautiful eyes widened, and she couldn't help but ask, "Is this how you men are?"
Linghu Chong laughed, "Of course! Don't you think it's pretty?"
Ling Shan saw the fleshy part moving up and down, its glans menacing, as if challenging her. She reached out and pressed it, spitting out, "This thing is so ugly! How can a man have such an ugly thing?"
The thing twitched a few times after being pressed.
Linghu Chong explained, "Don't let its appearance fool you, it's very useful."
Ling Shan didn't believe him, saying, "What's it useful for? Isn't it just for peeing? It's so dirty."
Linghu Chong shook his head, "It's not just for peeing, it can also make women feel good! Babies are born because of it." Linghu Chong patiently explained the common sense; he knew Ling Shan wouldn't understand these things.
Ling Shan snorted, "Let me up right now! What will people think if they see us?"
Linghu Chong smiled and said, "Ling Shan, let's go back after we're done."
With that, Linghu Chong straddled Ling Shan, pressing his penis against her crotch. As if smelling blood, it thrust into her vagina.
Ling Shan, her face contorted with pain, pushed against Linghu Chong, saying, "Brother Chong, you can't do this! I'm someone's fiancée! I can't lose my virginity! My father will kill me if I do!"
Linghu Chong wouldn't listen, saying, "He's allowed to philander, but we can't? That's not fair!
Forget about fiancées, you're mine, and no one can take you away."
With that, he hardened his heart and thrust his large glans inside. With another stroke, it didn't take much effort to pierce Ling Shan's hymen.
At that moment, Ling Shan screamed, "It hurts so much! How could you be so cruel?" She pounded her back with her small fists.
Ling Hu Chong understood her pain, so he kissed her pretty face and gently comforted her, "It's alright, it'll be over soon. A woman's first time is like this. I guarantee you'll feel incredibly good in a bit."
Ling Shan, tears streaming down her face, said, "I'm in so much pain right now, I think I'm going to die."
Ling Hu Chong licked away Ling Shan's tears, his lower body still. He finally silenced Ling Shan with a kiss, his tongue entwining with hers. At the same time, Ling Hu Chong's hands grasped her breasts—so lovely, so full and supple, kneading and pressing them, more pleasurable than any toy.
Time slowly passed, Ling Shan's pain gradually lessened, and her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
Linghu Chong released her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Good girl, are you feeling better?"
Ling Shan looked pitiful and said, "Much better. At least you didn't kill me."
Linghu Chong pinched her nipples with both hands and said, "You won't die. You'll experience great pleasure, like being an immortal."
As he said this, his lower body began to move slightly. With each movement, Ling Shan felt a little pain.
Linghu Chong thrust several times, and seeing that Ling Shan only frowned slightly and didn't react much, he became bolder and began to thrust vigorously, pulling out to the entrance each time and inserting to the very root, pressing against Ling Shan's tender clitoris.
After a period of adjustment, Ling Shan finally felt the sweetness after the initial pain and slowly began to experience the taste of a man, feeling incredibly good being fucked.
It was an itchy, tingling sensation, a feeling of her whole body wanting to fly high. No, it was even more beautiful than that.
In a state of bliss, Ling Shan proactively wrapped her arms around Linghu Chong's neck, her beautiful eyes shining with excitement, her nose occasionally emitting alluring moans, and her lower body instinctively thrusting upwards. Ling Shan's reactions greatly pleased Linghu Chong, and he immediately seized the opportunity, increasing his speed. Her vagina became increasingly wet, until finally, a soft, squelching sound could be heard.
A virgin's vagina was truly wonderful, enveloping his penis completely, the tender flesh expanding and contracting, bringing Linghu Chong boundless pleasure. He breathed heavily in comfort, occasionally letting out excited cries—the most pleasurable expression for a man.
"Ling Shan, is your brother making you feel good?" Linghu Chong asked Ling Shan.
Ling Shan moaned, her slender waist swaying gently, her limbs moving wildly, her cheeks flushed red, indescribably alluring.
In the throes of pleasure, Linghu Chong's control weakened, coupled with his lack of experience and the exquisite beauty of Ling Shan's vagina, so he ejaculated rapidly after only a few thrusts.
A surge of heat suddenly rushed into her vagina, making Ling Shan feel incredibly comfortable. She couldn't help but cry out, "Brother Chong, this feels so wonderful!" She wrapped her arms around Linghu Chong, as if rewarding a hero.
Linghu Chong lay on top of Ling Shan for a while before withdrawing his penis. He knelt between her legs, gazing at the newly deflowered opening. It was wet and glistening, the beautiful slit slightly parted, and her anus rhythmically contracting. The two openings complemented each other, fully displaying the girl's alluring beauty.
Linghu Chong was captivated, and his penis unconsciously hardened again. He wrapped his arms around Ling Shan's jade-like legs and took her again. When he withdrew, the red flesh inside her gushed out; when he thrust in, the flesh receded. The Southern Flame stretched her vagina until it was swollen, and the pleasure constantly assaulted her nerves.
This time, the storm raged even more fiercely, and Linghu Chong was no longer as gentle as before. At this moment, he was practically a wild beast.
Ling Shan couldn't believe that the usually gentle person had turned into a tiger, but she had no time to think about it; her senses were all focused on her lower body.
The two of them were satisfied before getting dressed and getting up. On the way back, Ling Shan struggled to walk, clearly indicating she was badly injured. Linghu Chong, being quite considerate, carried Ling Shan on his back, and they happily returned to the manor
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