The Third Night (1-2) Author: soldcat {Updated 2013/5/15}

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The Third Night

Author: soldcat
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The clock struck ten, the night deepened, but Old You was wide awake. Normally, this would have been
his bedtime long ago.

But tonight, for some reason, he felt restless and uneasy. Actually, Old You knew
why
It started when he saw Xiaoling's full breasts and nipples under her pajamas during dinner. Xiaoling never wore a bra at home, saying it was good for her breasts. While it was
a bit too stimulating for Old You, a widow for many years, he had long since gotten used to it.
However, seeing it again tonight, Old You couldn't help but think of that stormy night last week, that incredibly ecstatic
night .

Old You didn't have much experience in that area. He married at 20, and young people back then were still shy about sex
. Before he and his wife had enjoyed themselves many times, she became pregnant. Later, after giving birth to their son, whom he was incredibly proud of and to
whom he poured his life's blood, his wife left him, and he hasn't remarried since.

Old You's experience was practically nonexistent, so he couldn't discern Xiao Ling's true
feelings. Was she pitying him? Or did she have feelings for him? Or was she simply seeking comfort out of fear? But one thing
was certain: Xiao Ling wasn't resistant.

As winter passed and Xiao Ling wore less clothing, Old You was surprised to find that she
never . However, when he subtly brought it up with his son, his son explained that wearing underwear for too long wasn't good for her,
and besides, she wasn't afraid at home, so he could only accept it.

A few nights later, when Old You went to the bathroom, he unexpectedly bumped into Xiao Ling wearing only a thin nightgown. The first
time, Xiao Ling screamed and ran back to her room, quickly closing the door, leaving Old
You dumbfounded. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, the two scarlet nipples on her chest and the patch of darkness below were still deeply etched
in his mind. However, the next few times, Xiao Ling was much calmer. The most recent time, she even stood and chatted with Old You for
a few words, making Old You so embarrassed that he didn't know where to look. Of course, the last time was about two months ago,
but strangely, these things always seemed to happen on weekends?

After that day last week, the two of them tacitly kept quiet about it, as if it had never happened.
But tonight, Xiaoling seemed to sense something was wrong; her face was flushed throughout dinner, and she went to
her room early after finishing.

Lao You felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and his lower body was erect. He looked towards the door at the end of the corridor; light was shining through
the crack . She usually went to bed around nine o'clock, so why wasn't she asleep tonight? Was something wrong?
Finding a reason to convince himself, Lao You quietly walked towards the door. With each step, his heart raced,
his head throbbed, and his limbs felt like they didn't belong to him.

When he reached the door, he could clearly hear the sound of the television inside. Xiaoling was probably still watching TV. Lao
You stood there for a while, composed himself, and gently turned the doorknob. The doorknob turned silently; the door wasn't locked! Although
it was early
, the door quietly opened, letting in a cool breeze. The air conditioning was on inside, and Xiaoling, dressed in her pajamas and covered with
a thin blanket, was leaning against the bed watching TV. Seeing Lao You enter, Xiaoling blushed and softly called out,
"Dad, you're still awake?"

Lao You's face also flushed. He said, "Not asleep. I came to see what you were doing. Are you hungry?
Want midnight snack?"

As he spoke, Lao You walked to the bedside. This was the third time he had entered this room.
The moment he reached the bedside, Lao You felt his heart pounding as if it would burst out of his chest, like he was in a dream. Although
the room was cool, his back was drenched in sweat.

Xiaoling shook her head: "I'm not hungry. I'm watching a TV series, it's really good."

Old You said "Oh," and stood by the bed to watch. The TV was showing a South Korean romance, which was Xiaoling's
favorite , but Old You had absolutely no interest in it. Although he wasn't interested, Old You still pretended to be interested and stood
by the bed watching. Xiaoling was even describing the plot to him, and Old You could only respond with "uh-huh," but he
wasn't really watching or listening at all. His mind was only on the goddess on the bed, and
the fragrance wafting from her nose made him even more intoxicated.

After some time, Old You suddenly heard a very soft voice: "Don't stand there, sit down and watch."

Old You was startled and turned to look. Xiaoling was still focused on watching TV and didn't turn to look at him,
but her flushed face completely betrayed her.

Old You scanned the room. Apart from a small stool in front of the dressing table on the other side of the bed, there were no other chairs
in . Was she supposed to sit on the bed?

Old You muttered, "These pants are dirty from sitting outside."

Xiao Ling turned her head but didn't say anything, just gave him a reproachful look before turning back.

After a short pause, Old You gritted his teeth, took off his shorts, climbed onto the bed, and sat half-upright next to Xiao Ling,
pulling the air-conditioning blanket over his thighs. The slippery touch on his legs confirmed that Xiao Ling wasn't wearing pajama bottoms. Old You turned
to look at the goddess beside him.

Xiao Ling was a petite girl, only about 155 cm tall, with a small face and
flawless skin. Her gaze fell downwards, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin above her neckline, and through the gap between the two
buttons , a small patch of breast could be glimpsed. Ling's breasts weren't large, just small enough to be grasped in one hand,
but they were very firm and supple. Old You seemed to see those two breasts deforming under his hands again
.

Old You stared unabashedly, his legs pressed completely against Xiao Ling's. Xiao Ling remained
focused on the television, her face growing increasingly red, though she didn't pull her legs away.

Old You felt his blood rush to his head, his head throbbing as if it were about to explode, and his erection pounding wildly. His
heart pounded as if it would burst. Finally, Old You turned around and pulled his goddess into his arms.
Xiao Ling simply murmured a soft "hmm" and nestled obediently against him.

Although Old You was incredibly excited, he remembered his goddess's previous advice and lowered his head to kiss the woman in his arms.
The goddess let out a soft "ah" as Old You kissed her earlobe. His kisses traveled down her skin to her face, then to her neck
and chest, leaving faint red marks. He could hear her rapid breathing. Old You
looked up and saw Xiao Ling's eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and her chest heaving.

He lowered his head and gently took her cherry lips into his mouth, his tongue skillfully slipping inside, hooking
the small, fragrant tongue hidden within. Their tongues intertwined tirelessly.

The kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time until the goddess's hands gently pushed against Old You's chest. Only then did he look up
again . Xiao Ling gently scolded, "Are you trying to suffocate me?"

Old You smiled sheepishly and waited until Xiao Ling's breathing calmed down before kissing her again. After kissing her several times like this
, Old You's hand quietly slid down Xiao Ling's shoulder, and through her clothes, he took one of her breasts into his grasp and
gently kneaded it.

Old You felt even hotter, so he took off his shirt and gently asked, "Are you hot too?"

"Mmm..."

Old You reached out to unbutton his pajamas. This was the first time he had ever unbuttoned
Xiao Ling's clothes in front of his eyes.

Old You's hands trembled uncontrollably. A button that should have been easy to unbutton took him a lot of effort to open. He heard

a "plop" sound. Old You looked up and saw Xiao Ling opening her eyes and looking at him, her eyes full of playful
teasing. Old You was even more excited and immediately pounced on her and kissed her again.

With great effort, Old You finally unbuttoned all the buttons. He reached through the clothes with his right hand and
lifted his left hand pulled the clothes off. Xiao Ling's small and lovely breasts finally came into view again. All he could see was
snow-white, two peaks standing proudly high, with two bright red cherries protruding high on the peaks.

Old You put a cherry in his mouth, licked it for a while, and then sucked on it, making the cherry stand even
more erect. His right hand grasped his other breast, and with each change of his touch, the breast changed shape.
His left hand wasn't idle either, reaching down to gently caress Xiao Ling's panties. The panties were smooth, like Xiao Ling's
skin.

Xiao Ling moaned softly, her breathing becoming more rapid. With Old You's movements, a spot on her panties gradually became
wet, and Old You's left hand gently rubbed it there, making Xiao Ling's moans louder.

Old You's kisses continued downwards, past her ribs, past her small navel, and down to her lower abdomen. Finally, Old You
could no longer endure it, feeling as if his lower body was about to burst. He stopped, raised his head again, and looked at
Xiao Ling . Xiao Ling opened her eyes, nodded slightly, and softly hummed in agreement.

He pulled back the covers, and what came into Old You's view was a pair of pink panties, very thin,
clinging tightly to her body. Old You reached out and gently pulled down the sides of the underwear, his movements so
tender, as if he were holding a fragile treasure. Taking off his own underwear was much easier; Old You practically ripped
it off.

Following the delicate legs, Old You kissed his way up from the feet, the smooth skin
captivating , feeling like silk to the touch. Beyond the thighs, Old You's eyes fell on a patch of pubic hair,
unkempt and somewhat disheveled. Further down was the alluring pink vulva, the labia majora slightly parted,
with a few drops of moisture in the center. Old You kissed the pubic hair, feeling a slight tickle on his face.

"Ah! No, don't kiss there."

"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle."

"No, it's dirty there, don't kiss me."

"Okay, okay."

Using his own legs to spread her delicate legs, Old You moved his lower
body closer, holding her slender waist with both hands. His lower body slid gently against Xiao Ling's vulva, and by feeling, he pressed against a recessed area, slowly pushing
in. With a soft moan, it was completely inside, and their lower bodies were pressed tightly together. That familiar
tightness and warmth made Old You cry out in pleasure.

Xiaoling opened her eyes in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing, it's just too comfortable."

The beauty in his arms shyly punched his hand, closed her eyes again, and said, "Turn off the light."

"No, I want to look at you properly. I didn't get a good look at you the last few times."

"Nonsense, I didn't get enough of you last morning."

"You're so beautiful, I can't get enough of you!"

"So you can be so cheeky. What's so beautiful about me? I'm just an ordinary-looking girl, short and
not very ."

Old You smiled embarrassedly. He didn't expect himself to become so eloquent, but he
continued, "In my eyes, you're much prettier than those celebrities, and you have a kind heart. I also like petite girls
like , you give people a feeling of wanting to gently protect you."

Xiaoling opened her eyes again, her eyes full of deep affection, gazing into Old You's eyes: "Really?"

Old You looked into those charming eyes, as if he was about to fall into that affectionate gaze:
"Hmm."

Hearing these familiar words, the face before her gradually merged with another somewhat similar face.
Xiaoling closed her eyes again, saying nothing more, but her hands grasped Lao You's arms and gently pulled him down.

Lao You, using the force, fell down, pressing down on Xiaoling, feeling as if his heart was about to melt.

Holding his goddess tightly in his arms, Lao You began to slowly thrust in and out. The foreplay was plentiful; Xiaoling was
very wet, which facilitated Lao You's movements. Lao You's movements gradually quickened, and the resulting pleasure became increasingly
intense , with gurgling sounds coming from below.

Lao You stared intently at that beautiful little face, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, her cheeks
flushed, and her lips slightly parted, emitting soft moans with each of Lao You's movements.

Xiaoling's eyes suddenly opened slowly, then met Lao You's gaze, before quickly
closing them .

Lao You's movements became even more rapid, and Xiaoling's moans changed from "hmm" to "ah," her lips
opening even wider.

A few minutes later, Xiaoling suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, her hands tightly embracing Lao You, her body
trembling uncontrollably, her vagina seemingly convulsing, tightly gripping Lao You's penis and gently undulating.
Lao You found it increasingly difficult to thrust, so he increased the force of his movements.

"No, don't move, stop for a moment."

"Ah, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I've come."

"Huh?"

Xiaoling looked at the bewildered Lao You and explained softly, "I just had an orgasm.
Girls need to rest after an orgasm, and moving around at this time can be uncomfortable."

"Oh, should I come first?"

"No need, I'll rest for a bit."

Lao You said "oh," although he didn't fully understand, he knew to stop. So he leaned down
and kissed her red lips.

After a while, Xiaoling turned her head to avoid Lao You's kiss: "It's okay."

Lao You was slightly taken aback, then understood, and his lower body immediately began to move with all his might, thrusting vigorously. The bed
shook , and the bed board and Xiaoling groaned together. Xiaoling shook violently, and her breasts also
swung violently.

The girl beneath him, her adorable furrowed brows and soft moans, and her violent swaying under his intense thrusts, gave Old
You a powerful visual impact. Knowing he was about to ejaculate, he leaned down, his hands slipping under Xiao Ling's armpits, gripping her shoulders tightly, resting his chin on her left shoulder, and thrusting his lower body
even more violently.

With a low growl, Old You felt pleasure rapidly spread throughout his body. His pent-up semen, stored up for a week
, gushed from his penis, shooting deep into Xiao Ling's body. The two embraced tightly,
as if there was no space between them. After

a long while, Old You felt his penis shrinking, as if it was about to slip out.

Xiaoling opened her eyes and said, "Bring the tissues from the bedside table."

Old You quickly leaned over, grabbed the tissues, and as he did so, Xiaoling's brows furrowed again.

Old You slowly pulled his penis out, feeling the slippery, wet sensation gradually fade away. Then he saw
white semen gushing from her opening, flowing onto the tissues. Xiaoling sat up and began wiping herself. She glanced at
Old You, who was staring intently, and scolded, "Pervert!"

Old You chuckled sheepishly and quickly turned his head away, but then heard a scream. Turning back, he followed Xiaoling's
gaze and saw that her lower body was soaked. Xiaoling glared at Old You fiercely, ignored him, and
got up to go into the bathroom.

After turning off the TV and main light, and turning on the bedside lamp, Lao You lay back down on the bed. Staring at the wedding photo on the wall, the excitement and satisfaction
he had just felt gradually subsided, replaced by a growing sense of guilt
. A chill ran through him. He gritted his teeth, pulled the covers over himself, and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes to avoid

seeing the photos. Suddenly, the bedroom was plunged into complete darkness. As the bed gently swayed, a
warm body, carrying a sweet fragrance, slipped into the covers. Lao You pulled the naked body into his arms, and the two fell into a deep
sleep. "

...

Hmm? Why is it here again?"

"Hehe, it's hard again."

"Ah, no, you've already come once last night.

" "It's okay, Dad's in good health.

" "But you just... "

It's been a week, it's fine, look how energetic Dad is."

"Hmm, ah, be gentle."

The sound of the bed and Xiaoling's moans filled the darkness. (The rest of the text
appears to be unrelated

and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)
However, he wasn't convinced by that reason. Although he was called Lao You, he was
actually only in his forties; it was just that years of hardship had aged him, and the villagers and his students used this
to show their respect. Lao Wan didn't feel that his physical strength was any different from when he was young; in fact, he was even stronger than his son, who lacked
exercise .

Thinking of his son, Lao You felt a sharp pain in his heart. Today was Thursday, and his son would be back tomorrow night.
What would happen if his son found out? Just thinking about it filled Lao You with panic. Lao You had already decided that
he must keep this secret and protect this happy family.

In the morning, when he hesitantly told Xiao Ling about his decision, Xiao Ling's meaningful smile, or
rather, mockery, made Lao You blush deeply. Fortunately, Xiao Ling agreed, which
calmed Lao You's anxiety.

Recalling that before leaving the bedroom, he looked back and saw Xiao Ling staring blankly ahead, probably at the wedding photo on the wall,
and hearing a faint sigh as he closed the door, Lao You decided that if Xiao Ling resisted, he would end the relationship
immediately . But should he give up voluntarily? Old You sighed and shook his head. 　　(

To be continued) The Second Night I've been writing for a long time, but I'm 　　still

not

satisfied. Please bear with me.

If you have any suggestions, please feel free to offer them. Thank you! === ... 　　"Silly child, what's there to be afraid of when it thunders?" 　　"But I am afraid!" 　　Perhaps because someone was beside her, Xiaoling calmed down considerably, and her sobs subsided.

Old You stood at the edge of the bed, looking at the blurry figure on it, his uneasy heart calming down. However
, the bodies on the bed seemed to gradually change, transforming into two people passionately entwined. The same stormy
night, the same place, the same people—it seemed to transport Old You back to that day.

"Dad, don't go, I'm scared."

"Don't worry, Dad's here with you."

Gazing at the figure he had longed for day and night, the figure haunting his dreams, Old You was torn between
two conflicting images: the passionate embrace of the figure, and his son's face. After much hesitation, his burning desire
finally overwhelmed everything. Old You pulled off his underwear, threw it on the floor, climbed naked onto the bed, and slipped under the covers. He then
reached out and removed Xiao Ling's clothes, pressing himself against her. The girl beneath him was like a puppet, letting him do as he pleased, though
her body was noticeably stiff. After a moment's hesitation, Old You steeled himself, grasped her slender waist, and thrust his
hard lower body towards the secret place between her legs. However, Xiaoling's genitals were very dry, and despite Lao You's frantic thrusting, he
couldn't find the entrance. After a while, the girl's body remained stiff, and Lao You's courage gradually dissipated.
The fear and guilt that had accumulated over the past month quickly enveloped him and overwhelmed him.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have done this, but I couldn't control myself. For the past month, I
've thought about you constantly. Every time I see you, I think of that night and long to have you again. I
don't know what came over me back then, how I dared to violate you. Every day when I think about it, I feel
terrified, afraid that I'll destroy our family, afraid of seeing Xiaogang disappointed and heartbroken. But I really
can't control myself. Every time I see you, I want to hold you. Every night when I close my eyes, I think of that night,
that wonderful moment, as if you're still by my side. I envy Xiaogang so much, being able to be with you freely.

I'm afraid of upsetting you, so I can only pretend nothing's wrong every day. I feel like I'm going crazy
.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Scold me, punish me, I'll do anything you want as long as you can calm down
."

Old You felt his body turn ice-cold, trembling uncontrollably, tears dripping onto the delicate
body beneath him.

The girl's body gradually softened, and after a long while, she reached out and gently stroked Old You's face, wiping away his
tears, and finally said:

"I... I didn't... [link to website]...
I'm
not 　　sure what

to do ... However, as a former teacher, Lao You had a strong sense of respect for teachers and education. Therefore, under Xiao Ling's guidance, he launched a fierce offensive on her body. 　　For the inexperienced Lao You, all of this was novel; he had no idea there were so many variations before sex. Like a child with a new toy, he tirelessly chased after her little tongue, which shyly responded . Their tongues intertwined, and Xiao Ling would occasionally tilt her head back, swallowing the saliva filling their mouths. 　　He carefully explored Xiao Ling's body, using his rough hands and burning lips and tongue to caress and taste every inch of her skin, including her small breasts and rounded buttocks. Guided by Xiao Ling, he gently scraped her vulva with his index finger, which quickly became wet and slippery. With his movements, Xiao Ling's breathing became noticeably rapid. 　　A soft moan from the woman jolted Old You back from his exploratory pleasure. A "That's enough!" seemed to signal the start of the attack. This time, entry was much smoother. His glans rubbed against her labia a few times for lubrication before plunging in completely. The warm, tight sensation instantly enveloped Old You. He felt as if he were in a dream, finally able to relive the feeling he had longed for for a whole month. And, judging 's words, could there be another chance in the future? Old You thrust his rock-hard penis fiercely into Xiaoling's vagina, the rapid in-and-out motion instantly making the area even wetter. Xiaoling held him tightly, letting out seductive moans. The vigorous movements caused the bed to creak loudly, but Old You paid no heed. All his senses were focused on the intense pleasure of her thrusting in and out of her. 　　"Ahhh, slower, slower, or you'll ejaculate again!" 　　The girl's warning startled Old You, and he slowed his movements. However, the pleasure quickly diminished. He gritted his teeth: 　　"Never mind, I'll ejaculate! That's what feels good." 　　But Old You was clearly in good form tonight. His storm of movements lasted for almost 20 minutes. He finally regained that intoxicating feeling, thrusting his now-erect penis deep into Xiao Ling's vagina, violently ejaculating large amounts of thick semen into her uterus. With a violent ejaculation, he held Xiaoling tightly , as if trying to meld her delicate body into his own. 　　After the passion subsided, the girl curled up in his arms like a kitten, perhaps exhausted from the shock and intense sex, and soon fell asleep. Holding this soft body, Lao You felt waves of drowsiness wash over him and he too drifted off to sleep. 　　In the morning, this time, Lao You didn't slink away after waking up. Instead, he turned to his side, carefully observing the sleeping girl beside him, from her jet-black hair, slightly furrowed brows, and delicate features, to her smooth neck , and then to the large expanse of snow-white skin on her chest. Lao You's greedy gaze swept over every inch. Then came the thin blanket.

The breathtaking bulge in her lower chest traced an alluring curve, which led down to her flat stomach, and further down,
the sunken blanket between her legs created an even more captivating line.

Looking at the girl beside him, he recalled their first meeting two years ago—the little
girl who hid behind his son as she entered the house, her eyes filled with anticipation and fear. Unexpectedly, their relationship had become surprisingly
harmonious , because they shared a common goal, and were willing to give their
all for the same person. After his son graduated and stayed in the big city for work, he could only come home on weekends, leaving the two of them
to spend every day together. This year of living together had deepened his affection for this kind and gentle girl.
His heart, which had been filled with his son, made room for this girl. However, when
did he begin to feel lustful thoughts towards this girl, leading him to cross the line that night?

Looking at the alluring body beneath him, Old You became excited. He desperately wanted to see the body that had so
many times intertwined with his own. So he reached out and slowly lifted the blanket,
revealing the body beneath little by little. The breasts weren't large, but they stood erect,
with pale pink areolas in the center and small, slightly dark red nipples. The abdomen was flat and smooth, with a small
, deep navel in the center, flanked by a slender waist.

Below that were the dark, bushy pubic hairs, matted together after last night's passionate encounter. Then came the long, smooth legs, tightly bound
together ...

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