The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Sexual Encounters of the Guo Family

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A biting wind howled, and in the blink of an eye, Xiangyang City was about to welcome the New Year again. The citizens of Xiangyang, who had endured a year of hardship, were joyfully preparing for the holiday. The streets were bustling with activity: adults were busy buying New Year's goods, and children, dressed in new clothes, ran excitedly around. Vendors were also shouting their wares with great enthusiasm. Looking at all this, who could believe that just a few months ago, Xiangyang City was shrouded in the flames of war? Among the passersby, a mysterious figure, cloaked and veiled, wandered aimlessly through the streets. Compared to the busy New Year's preparations, this person seemed remarkably leisurely, looking around as if observing the festivities rather than buying anything. He would occasionally stop and slip a few red envelopes to the children. So although he was neither tall nor imposing, he stood out remarkably in the crowd. This mysterious person was none other than Huang Rong, the wife of Guo Jing, the Grand Marshal of Xiangyang's defenses, and known as the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains. Looking at the bustling crowd around her, Huang Rong felt happy for the people of Xiangyang who were finally able to catch their breath. The war of the past decade or so had truly brought suffering to the common people. Huang Rong thought to herself, but then she remembered that once winter was over, the Mongols would likely launch another massive attack. Then there would be rivers of blood and corpses everywhere. Thinking of this, Huang Rong's desire to stroll the streets vanished, and she returned to the Guo residence with a furrowed brow. The more Huang Rong thought about the imminent invasion of the Mongol cavalry, the more agitated she became. So she simply locked herself in her bedroom and refused to see anyone. It seemed that Guo Jing and his wife had been holding out here for nearly twenty years. The Song Dynasty was teetering on the brink of collapse under the Mongol cavalry's oppressive power. The current emperor was holed up in the south, indulging in pleasure and neglecting his duties. Sometimes Huang Rong really wanted to ask her husband, "What good is it to preserve such an emperor and such a dynasty?" But she couldn't bring herself to say it. Yes, looking at Guo Jing's graying temples, seeing his constant worry about defending the city, how could she possibly utter such words? But how she longed to leave behind these endless troubles with her husband and return to Peach Blossom Island to live a life of idyllic bliss. After all, time waits for no one, and she was no longer the renowned and beautiful woman of the Central Plains, famous throughout the land. Thinking of this, Huang Rong felt a pang of pain in her heart. She stared blankly at her face in the mirror, sadly realizing that youth had faded, wrinkles had crept onto her once stunning beauty, and a few strands of gray were now interspersed among her once jet-black hair. Huang Rong gently stroked her face, sighed, and thought: "Without realizing it, youth has passed. Even the most beautiful flower will one day wither." Thinking of this, her thoughts surged like water flowing from a dam. Huang Rong stood up from the stool and paced back and forth in the room. This was a habit she had cultivated over the years when contemplating problems; in the past, due to the busyness of war, she had never had time to indulge in such thoughts. But Huang Rong was, after all, a woman, a woman of unparalleled beauty. Even though she was a female strategist, she could not escape the fear of a short-lived beauty. And now that the war was temporarily suspended, these womanly concerns naturally occupied her mind again. Huang Rong stared at the large bow hanging on the wall and couldn't help but think of her husband who had gone out to recruit soldiers. She thought: That fool, to recruit enough new soldiers, he didn't even spend the New Year at home; he'll probably be gone for another three or four months. He only knew how to defend the city and kill the enemy all day long, but never considered his own feelings. Huang Rong felt bitter thinking about this. No matter how high her martial arts skills were or how intelligent she was, she was still a woman. She needed her husband's love and care, both psychologically and physically. But she had married Guo Jing, a man who didn't understand romance. For decades, he treated Huang Rong with great respect, but neglected their marital affection. Since the birth of Xiang'er and Polu, the two had not enjoyed intimacy for more than ten years. On the one hand, Guo Jing was not fond of this kind of thing, and even before Huang Rong gave birth, they only had sex a few times a year. On the other hand, Huang Rong was deeply influenced by traditional etiquette from a young age, and with her children all grown up, she didn't feel comfortable asking for sex. In the past, when she was busy with war and didn't have time to think about it, Huang Rong never felt lonely. However, now that she's in her prime, she still tends to think about these things when she has free time. Huang Rong has been having strange dreams lately, always about having sex with strong, muscular men. Sometimes it happens in the bedroom, sometimes in the courtyard, and once she dreamt that she was having sex with a man whose face she couldn't see on the walls of Xiangyang, in front of countless Mongol cavalry. The man's penis was thick and long, driving her wild with pleasure. Finally, the man pulled out his huge penis and ejaculated thick semen all over her face in front of everyone. She felt incredibly ashamed as she was being showered with semen, yet at the same time, she experienced unprecedented pleasure… If it were just a dream, it wouldn't be so bad, but what embarrassed Huang Rong the most was that every time she woke up, she would find her genitals wet, and the feeling of blushing and dry mouth was a daily occurrence. At first, she felt utterly ashamed, but as the frequency of her erotic dreams gradually increased, she gradually began to enjoy the soul-stirring sensations in her dreams. But dreams can't replace reality. Over time, she found herself increasingly empty and lonely after waking, and her vagina felt inexplicably itchy. Her erotic dreams ignited the fire of desire within her, yet they couldn't give her true satisfaction, leaving Huang Rong often in agony. Thinking of this, Huang Rong recalled her dream from the previous night—a dream of frenzied intercourse with a stranger on the street, reaching climax again and again in front of countless passersby. Now, recalling that pleasure, Huang Rong felt waves of desire surge through her mind again. She shook her head vigorously, snapping back to reality. It was already midnight, and the entire Guo mansion was quiet. She opened the window, took a deep breath of the cold air, and immediately felt much refreshed. Thinking that there was no one in the courtyard anyway, Huang Rong decided to go for a walk to avoid being cooped up in the room thinking about all sorts of things. She stepped out of her room and after walking a few steps, she noticed that besides her own room, a light was also on in a room diagonally opposite hers. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was the bathhouse. "Who's still here so late? Who's asleep?" Huang Rong wondered. Just as she was about to walk away, she heard strange noises coming from the bathhouse. Because of the distance, Huang Rong couldn't immediately tell what they were. Driven by both vigilance and curiosity, she used her light-footed skill to reach the edge of the bathhouse. When she reached the misty window, she realized the strange noises were the breathing sounds of a man and woman making love. Thinking of this, Huang Rong blushed deeply. Just as she was about to leave, she heard voices coming from inside the bathhouse. Forced to hold her breath, she stood motionless outside the window. She heard a silvery female voice panting, saying: "Gently...gently...you...you rascal, as soon as you get back...like a...hungry ghost. I...don't care...I don't care if I...can take it...can't take it...oh...oh...my little hole is about to be...fucked raw..." Huang Rong recognized Yelü Yan's voice and realized that Da Wu had just returned from Guo Jing's place that morning. He had been holding back for so long, of course he was very eager. She also thought that Yelü Yan was usually so proper; she never expected her to say such lewd things. While she was lost in thought, she heard Da Wu speak. "You slut, you've been bothering me all afternoon, wanting me to use my big cock to relieve the itch in your cunt. Now that I've actually given it to you, you say you can't take it. Fine, I won't fuck you anymore, get up." Huang Rong heard the noise stop, presumably Da Wu had stopped his assault. A thought crossed her mind, and she couldn't help but look up at the window. What she saw immediately made Huang Rong blush, her heart race, and her limbs go weak. It turned out that Da Wu had not only stopped his assault but had also withdrawn his penis and stood up naked. It was the first time Huang Rong had seen a man's body other than her husband's. She felt both ashamed and curious, wanting to turn her head away, but she couldn't help glancing at Da Wu's lower body. One glance, and Huang Rong's face paled: My God! His penis is so big! Still in a state of heightened arousal, Da Wu's dark red penis looked frighteningly large: the purplish-red glans was the size of a goose egg, and the shaft was at least nine inches long. It was thick and erect, the glans pointing skyward, with bulging veins on the shaft. The entire penis was soaked with vaginal fluid, gleaming with a lewd light in the dim light. Perhaps due to extreme excitement, the penis was still trembling slightly. It looked extremely erotic. The moment Huang Rong witnessed this, she was struck dumb, unable to move. She stared blankly at Da Wu's penis, feeling a warm current flowing from her vagina down her thighs. While she was in a daze, she saw Yelü Yan lying on the ground with her legs wide open, lewdly massaging her genitals with her right hand, and occasionally pinching her clitoris with her fingertips and gently rotating it.Her left hand roamed incessantly over her ample breasts, while she moaned lasciviously, "Ah...ah...my pussy...it's so itchy...I can't stand it anymore! Good husband...my darling big-cocked husband...I beg you...this little slut was wrong...wrong...please use your...cock to...stop the itching in my pussy..." Seeing her actions, even a man of great virtue like Liu Xiahui couldn't remain composed, let alone a passionate man like Da Wu. Without a word, he bent down, guided his large penis, and thrust it in all the way. Yelü Yan cried out in pleasure. Then, without stopping, he began to thrust hard into her pussy. Yelü Yan had her legs tightly wrapped around Da Wu's waist, her arms around his neck, and she was thrusting her lower body vigorously in sync with his thrusts. She was also making moaning and groaning sounds, extremely lewd. Their bodies were joined together, facing the window, so Huang Rong could clearly see Da Wu's large, dark penis moving back and forth inside her vagina. Because the penis was so large, Yelü Yan's vagina was completely filled, so when it was withdrawn, Huang Rong could even see the pink flesh of her vagina being pulled out by the penis. The thrusting must have brought Yelü Yan immense pleasure, as Huang Rong could clearly see the vaginal fluid flowing from Yelü Yan's vagina, soaking their joined bodies, with some flowing down her thighs to the ground. Because of the lubrication of their vaginal fluids, the two men's lower bodies collided violently, producing a series of slapping sounds, and the air was filled with the peculiar smell of their fluids. This scene was driving Huang Rong to the brink of explosion. As she watched their intercourse intently, she felt her own lust reach an unprecedented level. It felt as if thousands of ants were crawling inside her, almost causing her to collapse. The burning desire and the unbearable discomfort of sitting on pins and needles made her involuntarily imitate Yelü Yan's actions, reaching for her vagina with her hand. Huang Rong had been deeply influenced by traditional moral values since childhood, and Guo Jing was also a rough man, so even though she was already a mother and over forty, she knew very little about matters of the heart, let alone how to masturbate. So if she hadn't seen Yelü Yan's demonstration, she wouldn't even know how to masturbate. The moment her finger touched the opening, she felt a jolt throughout her body, followed by an unprecedented pleasure from her lower body. Huang Rong's legs went weak and she almost sat down. So this is what masturbation feels like, she thought. After her first successful attempt, she imitated Yelü Yan, massaging her clitoris with her slender fingers. Every time her fingers touched that sensitive clitoris, she felt an electric shock-like pleasure in her lower body, and her vaginal fluids flowed profusely. Huang Rong became more and more energetic, and later she simply inserted another finger into her empty vagina. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, and soon, with the effort of both hands, Huang Rong quickly reached her first orgasm. Her face was filled with an expression of utter ecstasy, so much so that she didn't notice the thick stream of vaginal fluid gushing from her vagina, flowing down her thighs and soaking the floor. When she finally came to her senses from the throes of orgasm, she realized that she had been so focused on her lust that she had forgotten to control her breathing. Thinking of this, she inwardly berated herself for being so lustful. What if her disciple discovered her shameful act? How could she ever face anyone again? Anxious as she was, the clever Huang Rong was, after all, a female strategist. She quickly calmed down and decided to assess the situation before devising a plan. Perhaps they hadn't even noticed her peeping! she reassured herself. But to confirm her suspicions, she had no choice but to raise her head and peek into the room again. Huang Rong's worries were valid; the highly skilled Da Wu had already sensed someone outside the bathhouse while she was engrossed in the pleasure of masturbation. At first, to avoid alerting them, he pretended to be nonchalant and continued to vigorously ravage Yelü Yan. Simultaneously, he used his internal energy to carefully listen to the breathing of the person outside, trying to discern their intentions. He initially thought it was a Mongol spy outside. So, he secretly plotted how to defeat them in one strike, thus avoiding the embarrassment of alerting the entire household and Yelü Yan. But he quickly deduced from the breathing that it was a woman outside the window. Upon closer listening, the breathing sound belonged to his teacher's wife, Huang Rong, the goddess in Da Wu's heart. Knowing the identity of the person outside the window, Da Wu felt a strong surge of desire. Huang Rong's stunning beauty was known throughout the world, but very few men had ever witnessed her unparalleled beauty. The two brothers, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, had been fortunate enough to serve her for over ten years and were deeply aware of her beauty. Huang Rong was unaware that she had been the object of their masturbation. Da Wu often secretly compared his wife to his teacher's wife, and the more he compared, the more he felt that Yelü Yan couldn't even compare to Huang Rong's little finger. He frequently fantasized about having sex with his teacher's wife, often to the point of masturbation. This time, upon returning home, his lustful thoughts about his teacher's wife far surpassed his desire for his wife. The thought that his goddess was currently peeping at him and his wife through the window during their lovemaking filled Da Wu with a strange surge of desire. He knew that his master and mistress rarely saw each other, and that his mistress, in the prime of her life, was naturally difficult to satisfy. But he never imagined that his wife, who was supposed to be virtuous, would secretly watch her disciple's sexual encounter in the middle of the night. Da Wu secretly resolved to show his mistress his extraordinary sexual prowess. So he thrust his penis even more fiercely into Yelü Yan. Da Wu's remarkable performance relieved Huang Rong, who was outside the window, of her worries about being discovered, and also broadened her horizons. "How can he last so long?" Huang Rong thought to herself, touching her vulva. Guo Jing always finished quickly before, and never considered her feelings. In the end, Huang Rong was often left in a state of extreme discomfort, neither satisfied nor satisfied. Yet, her vigorous disciple seemed like an indestructible monster; they had been at it for almost half an hour, but Da Wu showed no sign of ejaculating. They frequently changed positions, engaging in lewd intercourse in strange postures Huang Rong had never heard of before. Huang Rong felt she was reaching her limit of stimulation, yet she couldn't bring herself to leave. Da Wu thought of his master's wife standing outside the window for so long, assuming it was because his performance far exceeded her expectations. A surge of pride filled him, and he thrust even more vigorously. Looking at Yelü Yan, who was riding him and moving up and down, his face suddenly transformed into the beautiful face of his master's wife, whom he had longed for day and night. Gradually, he began to believe that the person riding on top of him was his master's wife. He vaguely saw her flowing hair, her flushed face revealing immense satisfaction. Huang Rong stared at Da Wu with her hazy, starry eyes, her lips parted in a wanton, wanton laugh. Her saliva dripped from her mouth onto her large, swaying breasts, making Da Wu's eyes dazzled. All he could hear were his master's wife's wanton moans: "Mmm…oh…I'm a slutty master's wife…I'm a little slutty master's wife…I need to be fucked…fuck me harder…fuck my little slutty hole to death…ah…oh…" The intense stimulation made Da Wu feel as if he was about to ejaculate. He took a deep breath, pushed his master's wife, who was straddling him, to the ground, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and then thrust his rock-hard penis inside her. All that could be heard was Huang Rong's satisfied cry: "Ah!" Without pausing, Da Wu took another deep breath and began to fuck Huang Rong hard with his penis. With each thrust, he pulled his penis back to the entrance of her vagina before plunging it all the way in. So every impact touched Huang Rong's clitoris. Huang Rong, in turn, would thrust her lower body forcefully against his penis, moaning and groaning incessantly. The two of them fucked for about half a cup of tea's time, then Da Wu heard Huang Rong scream: "My flower core... my flower core is going to be pierced... so good... so good... my little hole is about to burst... harder... kiss my big cock brother..." Da Wu only felt Huang Rong's little hole clench tightly, and when he looked down, he saw that her fists were clenched tightly, her plump buttocks were shaking violently, and her juices were flowing out of her hole like a spring. Then he heard her scream: "I can't take it anymore... I... came!" Da Wu immediately felt a warm current rush from Huang Rong's flower core onto his big cock. He shouted in his heart, "Master's wife!" Then he felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and his thick semen, like a beast unleashed, shot into Huang Rong's flower core. After ejaculating, Da Wu collapsed weakly, only then realizing that the person lying in his arms was Yelü Yan, not his master's wife from his hallucination. Yelü Yan was flushed red, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm. Da Wu noticed tear stains at the corners of Yelü Yan's eyes; he must have been too engrossed in the moment and hadn't considered her well-being. Thinking of this, he felt a pang of guilt. Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, he noticed the breathing outside the window weaken and then cease. He knew his master's wife was gone. But he knew that after this incident, his master's wife would never treat him as a disciple again. If he seized the opportunity, he might still have a chance to kiss her, to have his perfect goddess writhe and submit to him. Thinking of this, Da Wu felt his manhood stir again. Looking at Yelü Yan, who had just recovered from her climax, he thought: Later I need to carefully plan how to get my master's wife. For now, I need to enjoy myself. So he gently kissed Yelü Yan, beginning another round of passion…After ejaculating, Da Wu collapsed weakly to the ground. Only then did he realize that the person lying in his arms was Yelü Yan, not his master's wife from his hallucination. Yelü Yan was flushed red, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Da Wu noticed tear tracks at the corners of her eyes, realizing he had been too engrossed in the moment and hadn't considered her well-being. A pang of guilt struck him. Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, he noticed the breathing outside the window weaken and then cease. He knew his master's wife was gone. But he understood that after this, she would never again treat him as a disciple. If he seized the opportunity, perhaps he would still have a chance to kiss her, to have his perfect goddess writhe and submit beneath him. Thinking of this, Da Wu felt his manhood stir again. Looking at Yelü Yan, who had just recovered from her climax, he thought: "I'll have to figure out how to get my hands on my master's wife later. For now, I'll enjoy myself." So he gently kissed Yelü Yan, beginning another round of passion…

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