Cousin Monet

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"Your cousin is away on a business trip and the tap is broken, causing a flood! Come quick!"
This cousin's wife is really something. Why send a text message when the tap is broken? She's in such a rush!
I'm halfway through reading Yoshiike Akiho's *Erotic Language*, and I haven't even finished my pistol yet! This woman... I'll definitely give her a good "lesson" for my cousin sometime.
The sky is clear tonight, with glittering lights in the night. This moonlight is fucking amazing! Under the erotic moonlight, men and women are especially prone to lust.
Could it be that my cousin's wife is also... hehe... I thought lewdly.
Entering my cousin's villa, I found it unusually quiet. Had all the servants left? This cousin's wife... interesting, I like her.
Just as I finished climbing the stairs, my cousin's wife was already standing at the top, wearing a mini swimsuit. I almost had a nosebleed. Damn, it really is
a flood ! Is she going to swim in the house? When a woman gets aroused, ten men would be swallowed whole.
Seeing me standing there, my eyes lingering on her, she took off her shirt, smoothed her hair over her shoulder, and said in a coquettish voice, "Hurry up and come here, the faucet is running really
fast."
Damn! She looked incredibly seductive. I swallowed hard, my mouth watering, and looked around, saying, "No, your house is very dry.
Where the faucet broken?"
My cousin-in-law, Monet, walked up to me, took off her only swim trunks, and said charmingly, "Look, the faucet here is broken. It's
been running constantly here." She pulled her hand out of her vulva; it was glistening with moisture. Sure enough, the "faucet" was the problem.
"I'm waiting for you to come in and fix it in my room."
She giggled and struck an innocent and cute pose. Good heavens, this kind of "innocence" is exactly what arouses a man's fantasies. Her round breasts
stood erect exuding youthful energy, her areolas like freshly peeled chicken heads. Hands on hips, long hair flowing over her shoulders, her appearance was beautiful yet her smile was lewd and provocative.
That cousin of mine is really something, keeping such a show-off at home, is he deliberately trying to get himself cuckolded? But then again, not
making good use of such a resource is a waste, it's a disservice to one's conscience. Isn't society supposed to be thrifty and against waste these days? He's going on a long trip today,
so as his younger cousin, I have no choice but to cultivate this fertile field for him. But let me clarify, I'm very upright and pure, at least not
as sordid as you might think. This is purely voluntary labor, voluntary indeed.
My lower body was already "disobediently" erect early on. Ah, a country bumpkin is a country bumpkin, people who don't know better would think you've never seen a beautiful woman in your life. But
I replied, "Why do we have to fix it in the room? Isn't it better to fix it here? A good plumber doesn't care about the repair environment; no matter how bad
the environment, he'll always complete the task excellently." Anyway, I have to brag a little first.
"Really? That powerful?" Nai walked up to me, squatted down, and unbuckled my belt. "Let me see your tool first, to see if it's really as
powerful as you say."
My three-gun underwear was ripped off with a "snap." Ugh... a man having his pants pulled down by a woman, what a disgrace! What made me even more ashamed was that that useless
thing "plop" jumped out, proudly standing tall and gleaming with a dark sheen.
Still so arrogant at a time like this, if there weren't outsiders, I, I would have beaten you to a pulp.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, "You really weren't bragging."
I chuckled and said, "I'm always very honest; I never lie."
My cousin-in-law looked at the dark glans, with a faint drip of liquid at the tip. She grasped the shaft with both hands, licked it with the tip of her tongue, looked up at me, her eyes misty with an
indescribable allure, and said in a sweet voice, "The glans is so dark and deep; you must have been working hard lately."
What a huge injustice! I haven't even touched a woman's hair lately, so what work could I possibly be doing? My only opponents are my hands. The dark pigmentation is natural.
But the licking of the glans sent a wave of tingling pleasure straight to my brain, my kidneys opened wide, and my heart tightened. Damn, that "tongue power!"
I composed myself and regulated my breathing. Fortunately, I've been with countless women and am proficient in all kinds of sexual techniques. This beautiful cousin-in-law is actually proficient in the ancient, closely guarded secret
of "The Art of Sexual Harvesting." Interesting, very interesting indeed.
I sighed, "What a huge injustice! I haven't even touched a woman's hair lately. Look how thick the grime is on these tools; they've clearly
been unused for ages."
She spat and chuckled, "Little rascal! Let me clean your tools first." With that, she took my entire penis into her mouth, making a few smacking noises as she swallowed and spit it out. A moment later
, she started smacking at the glans. I felt an unbearable tingling sensation and involuntarily let out a moan, tightly gripping her head with both hands.
She released my penis, which, after being "washed" by her saliva, was even thicker and darker, now with prominent veins. She said in a coquettish voice, "Are you satisfied with cleaning the tools
?" Satisfied, of course I was satisfied. Such good oral skills, it's a waste that they're not out serving the masses of lecherous people.
Before I could reply, she took the glans into her mouth again, mumbling, "Here comes the real deal."
Here it comes, this woman, what's with all the talking? *Lol...lol...lol...* I was trembling with pleasure all over.
She teased my glans with the tip of her tongue, making it feel like a sphere floating in mid-air, spinning back and forth, occasionally brushing against her warm cheeks and the fleshy walls of her palate.
Sometimes it felt cool, sometimes warm, a sensation of ice and fire, a wandering comfort, seemingly real yet not quite. The feeling was very peculiar. I knew this must be
the legendary "Top Bead Position." Luckily, I had practiced my "Semen-Locking Technique" for ten years; my boasts weren't just empty words, otherwise, under her "tongue-force" attack, I would have already lost
control and ejaculated profusely.
Fellow wolves, you might not be familiar with this "Gathering Maiden Position," so let me introduce it to you.
This "Gathering Maiden Position" is said to have originated thousands of years ago, but its originator is long lost to history. It is merely attached to the *Su Nu Jing* (Classic of the Plain Girl), whose content is obscure and difficult to understand. Later,
archaeologists discovered the following record in the ancient texts unearthed at Mawangdui in the Han Dynasty: "People only know of the *Su Nu Jing*, but do not know of the *Cai Nu Shi* (The Method of Gathering
Women Cai Nu who has mastered the Daoist arts. She loves her essence and nourishes her spirit, takes various medicines, and attains longevity. She created the art of male and female complementing each other, and heaven and earth giving birth to each other. Heaven and earth attain the way of union, without end."
(For more stories about the *Cai Nu Shi*, please see my ongoing work, "Qing Feng Yin" (A Gentle Breeze). Hehe... just a little advertisement.) Monet used the "top bead" technique to tease the glans for a while, and through
the pulsation of the penis, he found that the seminal vesicle did not open, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Then he warmly held the base of the glans with his lips, and his tongue
"sticked" around the surface of the glans, then suddenly withdrew. I suddenly felt a vacuum in front of my glans, and then a sharp gust of wind came in from the mouth of my penis. I shuddered, and immediately the seminal vesicle opened wide.
Like a raging torrent, it was unstoppable. The semen reached the shaft of my penis, only to be blocked. It turned out she had used the tip of her tongue to block the glans.
I sighed inwardly, "So she's mastered the most difficult and highest level of tongue technique, the Lingxu Jin."
She released the glans, and the semen flowed into her mouth. I immediately felt completely drained.
Sigh, I came here to fix the faucet, but my own faucet broke first. How embarrassing.
She smiled and said, "Your tools don't seem very good."
My face flushed red, and I retorted, "The 'Gathering Maiden's Stance' isn't some invincible martial art."
Monet's expression changed slightly upon hearing my words: "You know the 'Gathering Maiden's Stance'?"
Damn! Of course I know it. How can I survive in the martial world without some skill? But my performance just now was indeed lacking. Sigh, this is
a stain on my military history. I didn't even touch her hair before being disarmed. Never again.
Monet sighed, "Your cousin was actually scared away by me. He said he was going on a business trip, but he was really just hiding. We've known each other for so long, from meeting to falling in love to
getting married, and he still hasn't had my body."
No way! My cousin is a disgrace to men!
"I love him so much, but I'm so lonely. I want a man so badly."
Heh heh, when a woman gets horny, her destructive power is stronger than an atomic bomb. Sigh, what can I do? I'm too soft-hearted. Being soft-hearted is my biggest flaw. Cousin,
I've been quite righteous tonight, prepared to die from exhaustion for my cousin's wife's sexual happiness.
I picked up my cousin's wife and let her sit on the stair railing. I squatted down, so her entire opening was right in front of me. I pried open her vulva with my hands, and a
fishy, pungent smell hit me.
Damn! What a slut! It stinks. She's horny, and her pussy is even horny.
For my cousin, for the dignity of millions of men, for washing away this shame, even the sluttest pussy has to be taken.
My tongue probed deep into her secret cave, and my cousin-in-law trembled as if electrocuted, her juices flowing freely. I was drinking "Nongfu Spring" water, but the taste…
well, it seemed a little salty, perhaps a bit too high in trace elements.
My tongue, curved like a stick, moved in and out of her opening, sometimes flattening itself as it went in. The changes stimulated her vaginal walls, causing her to moan
incessantly .
She clung to my head, her voice trembling, a sound that could drive ten bulls in heat crazy.
"Cousin, your tongue… your tongue… so… ah… so… ah… amazing! Ah… I'm dying."
Of course, this was my signature move, the "Spirit Tongue Stick Technique." If I didn't kill her, how could I save face?
My cousin-in-law's grip on my head tightened, pushing it further and further into her crotch. The speed increased, the urgency grew. Then,
with a sudden stopped.
"Pfft…" I was sprayed with water.
Ugh! The faucet seemed to be broken even more.
My cousin-in-law slumped against my shoulder, panting softly. She said in a cloying voice, "You little devil, you've really got some skills. Eek... what are you doing?"
Heh heh, finally got the better of me. How could I give you a chance to catch your breath?
I carried her towards the bedroom, chuckling twice as I said, "It's late, a bit chilly. Let's go inside and fix the faucet."
[The End]

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