encyclopedia

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Author: Xiaoyao Zhizun Encyclopedia
Saturday afternoons always make people a little lazy. Although there's a whole week's worth of things to catch up on, getting to work isn't particularly urgent.
It was another Saturday. I'd just finished weeding in the yard and was comfortably relaxing on the sofa, debating whether or not to take a shower right away.
My husband, David, was still mowing the lawn, while my daughter, Jenny, was locked in her room listening to music.
At 16, she'd become quite estranged from her parents; she'd much rather chat idly on the phone with her so-called friends than talk to us.
Thankfully, she hadn't shown any hostility towards us.
I finally decided to take a shower, and just as I was about to get up, the doorbell rang.
David was in the backyard, and Jenny was busy with her own things, probably oblivious to everything except a loud explosion. Reluctantly, I got up and went to open the door.
Standing there was a boy about Jenny's age, with beautiful brown hair that reminded one of a beach.
He was probably still in his adolescence, but you could see his strong muscles through his t-shirt.
His skin was dark, as if he were always out and about, and a leather backpack was slung across his shoulder.
"Hi," I greeted him.
"Are you here to see Jenny?"
The boy smiled, very sweetly. "No, ma'am. My name is John. I'm here to see if you need an encyclopedia."
Another salesman, the only thing that made me nauseous on Saturday. Just
as I was about to tell him I wasn't interested, for some reason, I suddenly had the urge to invite him in.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt to talk to him, so I moved aside, gesturing for him to come in, and closed the door behind me after he entered.
"Your house is beautiful," John complimented, perhaps all salesmen have a silver tongue.
"Oh, thank you," I said, somewhat surprised that I had let him in.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Water is fine," he replied, then glared at me with his green eyes.
“It’s so hot today.”
“Yes,” I nodded, leading him into the kitchen.
“I felt it was excessively hot in the yard too.”
I poured John a glass of water, and we sat down at the table.
He gulped down the water, looking extremely thirsty.
I was indeed very hot, so I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, and the boy’s eyes lit up with excitement.
Somehow, I found myself staring at him, quite handsome, and then I broke out in a cold sweat.
This boy was young enough to be my son!
I should politely ask him to leave and go take a shower.
“Alright,” he said, putting down his glass, “I only have three questions: First, do you have an encyclopedia? Second, do you need an encyclopedia? Third, can you afford an encyclopedia?”
I’d never encountered such a disgusting sales tactic before—he hadn’t even told me what kind of encyclopedia it was—but strangely, I found myself answering honestly.
“No, we don’t have an encyclopedia. We have a daughter in school, and sometimes I do feel we need one. But can we afford it… how much would a set cost?”
“Two thousand dollars,” John said.
“But you can pay in installments if you like. And believe me, this is the best encyclopedia I’ve ever sold it, otherwise it wouldn’t be fair.”
I didn’t understand his last sentence, but I answered his previous question anyway, “Well, I think we can afford it. My husband and I both have good incomes.”
“Great!”
he said.
He took a pen and a large stack of papers from his backpack and handed them to me.
“Now, please fill out this form and sign here…”
I did as he said, though I was a little surprised that I had spent two thousand dollars without David’s permission.
Although David might have preferred to spend that money at the golf club, I did feel we needed an encyclopedia, and we certainly could afford it.
I signed my name and left my address and date at the end of the document.
John took the document and read it from beginning to end. "Thank you, Christine. You have a lovely name.
You'll receive the complete set of books in four to six weeks, along with a complimentary bookshelf. From then on, you'll receive installment bills."
He looked up and smiled at me, then continued, "Thanks to you, I've met my sales target for today. I guess I had a lucky day."
I was a little confused, but still politely replied, "You're welcome."
John gave me a copy of the order, put the rest of his things into his backpack, and then turned to me, saying, "Alright, the business is done. Now that I've finished my work for the day… Do you have any plans for today? Do you have any appointments with anyone else?"
"No," I replied.
"Who else is home?"
Though I was puzzled by his motives, I told him the truth, "My husband is sprucing the lawn in the backyard, and my daughter is in her upstairs room."
"Daughter? What's her name? How old is she?"
"Her name is Jenny, and she's almost sixteen."
"Almost sixteen, um," John said, as if considering something.
"Is she as pretty as you?"
Hearing this question, I felt a little flustered.
I've always been confident in my attractiveness, especially for someone over forty. Very few women can maintain a figure like mine, not to mention my long, beautiful black hair.
But hearing such a direct compliment from a young man like John was a first.
"Um, I think... I think she's pretty."
"Please stand up," he commanded.
I scrambled to my feet.
"You have a great figure, Christine," John continued, his direct gaze sweeping over me.
"Are Jenny's breasts the same size as yours?"
"Um, no," I replied.
"But I think they'll grow bigger in a few years."
"Good!"
John said, standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Come on, let's go find your daughter."
Gradually, I was starting to get used to the discrepancy between my feelings and my actions.
In a moment of confusion, I led John to Jenny's room on the second floor.
Even through the front door, the music coming from her room was terrifyingly loud, so I had to bang on the door a few times.
After a while, the music stopped, and Jenny opened the door from the inside.
She was indeed beautiful, with my black hair and David's blue eyes, but now there was no good look in her eyes.
"What is it?"
she asked impatiently.
"Well, Jenny, this is John," I said, pointing to our guest.
"He wants to see you."
"Oh!"
Jenny was clearly about to get angry, but when she saw John, she smiled.
"Oh, hello, John."
"Hello, Jenny," John said.
"Your mother was right, you are indeed very beautiful."
Jenny blushed and said unexpectedly, "Thank you!"
"That's not a compliment," John looked around.
"Christine, is that your bedroom? Jenny, come with us."
I led them into the room where David and I were, and John closed the door behind him.
I could hear the lawnmower downstairs—only a few minutes had passed since John knocked and came in—but I knew David would be done soon.
I couldn't guarantee what he'd think of us now.
John put down his backpack, looked around the room, and rubbed his hands together. "Looks like you have good taste, Christine. It's beautiful downstairs and here."
"Thank you," I said, genuinely pleased with his compliment and once again realizing how handsome he really was.
"You and Jenny are both very attractive women,"
he continued.
"Well, so beautiful it's almost suffocating. Why don't you take off your outer clothes so I can get a good look at your bodies? Come on, both of you!"
I was both surprised and, without a doubt, did as he suggested.
I kicked off my slippers, unbuttoned my skirt, and took it off.
Then I unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it off, and threw it on the floor.
Now I was only wearing a black lace bra and panties, a birthday present from David (though more like a gift to himself); I didn't usually wear them, but today was Saturday, and all my other underwear was dirty and lying in the laundry basket.
Jenny didn't usually wear shoes at home, so she only needed to take off her skirt and t-shirt.
Her young breasts were tightly encased in a white bra, but I could tell they would soon grow to a very alluring size.
Her face was flushed, probably because I was standing in front of her, as I was just as embarrassed.
Why were we doing this?
I hesitated.
It seemed as if we couldn't resist John, or rather, we had no intention of disobeying him, just like two puppets being manipulated.
It felt strange, but nothing was uncomfortable.
"Very good, very good," he nodded, his burning gaze sweeping over us.
I felt my face turn even redder, but I also grew to like his admiration more and more.
He opened his backpack and took out a digital camera.
"Don't move! Smile!"
We both did as he said, and John quickly pressed the shutter, one shot, two shots, then he put down the camera.
As he approached us, I clearly felt my breathing quicken, and my legs became hot and wet.
I couldn't deny that I was being aroused by this teenager, and unusually excited.
John approached me first, placing his hand on my buttocks, looking into my eyes and smiling.
As his hands caressed my body up and down, I trembled with excitement, then his hands returned to my buttocks and thighs, kneading them vigorously.
I felt my body unconsciously moving closer to him, and when he kissed me, I absentmindedly parted my lips, letting his tongue slip in and taste my flesh wantonly.
Although I knew my daughter Jenny was watching, I couldn't control my actions.
John's hands moved to my breasts, and I groaned helplessly.
He first gently caressed them through my bra, then his fingers slid inside the bra edge, kneading my nipples.
My bra opened in the front, and it didn't take him long for it to come undone.
He pulled it down in one swift motion, followed by a long caress.
My body was incredibly hot, and our tongues, which were kissing, danced joyfully in our mouths.
"Put your hands behind your head," he whispered.
I immediately raised my hands, and with that movement, my penis stood erect, my hard nipples pressing against John's palms.
He then placed his hands on my buttocks, and instead, his mouth tightly sucked on my nipples.
The pleasure was even greater than before, and I moaned incessantly. With each alternating sucking motion of John's lips, I felt as if I were suffocating.
I longed to hold him, to press his lovely face tightly against my chest, but he told me to put my hands behind my head, and I forced myself to remain upright.
After a while, John stopped and walked towards Jenny.
Disappointment washed over me, and seeing my daughter receiving the same treatment as me made my face flush again.
I remained in the position John had instructed, watching him embrace Jenny, their tongues locked in a wet, passionate kiss while he fondled her breasts. My breathing grew heavier.
His technique was excellent, indicating he must have done this many times before.
He had now removed Jenny's bra, and I could clearly hear her heavy breathing as he teased her breasts.
Her nipples were erect, looking no smaller than mine.
As he began to suckle her beautiful nipples, Jenny murmured ecstatically, "Oh, so good, again, again."
A minute or two later, he picked up his camera again.
We were both in the same position, hands behind our heads, breasts erect, smiling as we watched the camera flash.
"Now," he said, "I want you both to touch your own breasts, try to get aroused. But you need to turn around so the other person can see what you're doing."
We understood his words and did as he instructed.
I cupped my breasts in my hands, constantly rubbing my areolas with my thumbs.
Jenny across from me was doing the same thing; her breasts were beautiful—and even more alluring, almost exactly like mine.
Lost in thought, I found myself unconsciously kneading my own breasts.
I wondered if Jenny felt the same way I did?
Oh my god, it felt so good!
I was getting wetter and wetter; my panties were probably already dripping with precum.
I glanced at Jenny; her panties were soaked too.
Oh my god, it felt so good!
If I didn't stop, I was going to explode.
I was so focused on massaging myself that I didn't even notice John had stopped taking pictures.
I jumped in surprise when his hand grabbed my buttocks.
Jenny across from me was muttering something incoherently, and when I looked closer, I realized John's right hand was caressing her buttocks.
Jenny moaned and leaned slightly towards him.
John's left hand finally slipped inside my panties, exploring between my legs, while his right hand, like his left hand in a mirror, explored Jenny's private parts.
The wonderful sensation in my lower body made me hum softly with pleasure, and Jenny's reaction was even stronger; she closed her eyes tightly and was actually sobbing.
John's fingers slid around inside my panties, stirring my clitoris, occasionally pausing to tease it.
Then one of his fingers slipped inside me, then two, three, four.
They moved about inside, leaving only his thumb to rhythmically press against my clitoris.
With each press of his thumb, my hands gripping my penis tightened involuntarily, and the low moans in my throat wouldn't stop.
I also heard Jenny moan; her face flushed with excitement, she bit her lip, her hands rapidly squeezing her two snow-white mounds, completely captivated by John's teasing.
I was almost there; I could almost hear his footsteps. As all my thoughts were gradually consumed by pleasure, I repeatedly craved, "Oh, faster, continue, oh, continue." I realized I was shouting the same phrase, "Please, continue, oh, faster, continue..."
When it came, my body felt like it exploded, waves of pleasure surging through my mind.
I probably screamed, but I couldn't hear myself screaming, nor could I hear Jenny's voice, though I could clearly see her trembling like a woman in labor, receiving the same overwhelming surge of pleasure.
I don't know how long it lasted, but it was definitely longer than any of my previous sexual encounters.
When I regained consciousness, I heard Jenny's unique expression of pleasure again—she was whimpering.
Such an intense experience was probably a first for her.
Like me, she was covered in sweat, her legs trembling as if she couldn't support her body.
John smiled at us, withdrawing his hands from our respective bodies and placing them on his hips.
If I had any intention of resisting before, now those intentions had completely vanished.
I reached out and hugged him tightly, kissing his lips frantically.
Jenny did the same, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other as we kissed John.
Together, we quickly stripped him naked.
John was quite thin, but his body was smooth and strong, and his penis stood proudly erect.
I was completely mesmerized by the sight before me. Despite the intense desire I'd just experienced, I found myself craving sex more than ever before, craving his penis to pierce my body.
"Girls, do you like it?"
he teased.
"God!"
Jenny exclaimed.
"I've never felt this way before."
"Me neither," I nodded in agreement, "It's wonderful."
"Good!"
John smiled at us.
"Now it's my turn to have some fun. Has any of you ever had sex?"
Jenny shook her head, though she seemed surprised by John's words, she didn't seem averse to the word "sex."
I nodded eagerly, "I've done it a few times."
"Oh, then now..."
John said, sitting on the edge of the bed and beckoning me to kneel before him.
"You can demonstrate for Jenny."
I knelt down, licking my lips.
I had never prepared for sex so carefully before, though David loved it; I always found it unappealing, and I didn't like the taste of sex.
But now, strangely, I was captivated by it, even the thought of what was about to happen filled me with excitement.
I wanted to take his hard penis into my mouth, to repay him for the pleasure he had just given me.
His penis wasn't particularly large (of course, he was still developing), but now it was fully erect, and the drop of semen on top made me eager to taste it.
I tentatively licked that drop of semen into my mouth, and surprisingly, John's secretions were incredibly delicious.
I saw Jenny kneeling beside me, carefully watching my movements, occasionally mimicking my kisses and licking of John.
After a few minutes, John's breathing became rapid, and I opened my mouth wide, taking more of it in, sucking and circling the tip of his penis with my tongue.
My hands supported the base of his penis, moving up and down with my head, occasionally pressing on John's testicles.
It felt wonderful, and I couldn't help but wonder why I had never noticed before that penis could bring such a satisfying experience.
John's technique was excellent.
Although his breathing quickened, he still stroked my hair, encouraging me to increase the speed, showing no sign of giving up.
I wasn't worried about my progress, because I was thoroughly enjoying every minute.
My other free hand had already started rubbing between my legs, accompanied by the panting of John and Jenny, their desire rising.
Finally, he said, "Alright, Christine. Now let your daughter try too."
I pulled my penis out of my mouth, feeling somewhat disappointed.
As I moved aside, Jenny immediately took over.
Her hand was also buried in her panties, incessantly rubbing her nipples.
Interestingly, the scene before me only excited me more; Jenny seemed very eager, but also somewhat at a loss.
"Tell her what to do, Christine," John suggested, his words making me take a deep breath.
"Hmm! First, try licking it. Start from the head... good... now lick it up and down. Oh. Good. Now, try sucking it into your mouth. Don't suck too hard. Circle it with your tongue. Good. Now move your head up and down, as if it's doing your mouth. Hold it in your hands... don't hold it too tightly... now stroke it a couple of times."
Jenny did as I instructed, working very hard, her nostrils opening and closing with the head movements because she could only breathe through her nose.
She instinctively moaned to show her pleasure, and John couldn't help but sigh, close his eyes, and hold her head back and forth like a saddle.
Jenny's breasts joined the swaying motion, and I found my gaze gradually drawn to those beautiful mounds.
Her other hand never stopped rubbing, and watching her fiddling and digging, I couldn't help but rub my own breasts, while my other hand returned to my nipples, kneading them.
"Good, now Jenny, try to speed things up. Like this, John will like it. Keep going, oh, keep going."
"I'm going to cum," John suddenly said.
Jenny's eyes widened, but she didn't stop.
John's penis throbbed, and Jenny swallowed repeatedly.
Her voice was whimpering; it seemed her climax was near.
Sure enough, not long after, Jenny suddenly gasped and fell backward, John's last spurt of semen spraying directly onto her face.
She rolled around on the ground, frantically rubbing her breasts, then screamed as she cummed.
I also ejaculated, though not as intensely as the first time, it still felt wonderful.
All three of us needed a rest.
Jenny simply lay on the ground, eyes closed, taking several long breaths.
After a while, she rubbed the semen off her face with her fingers and licked it. She seemed to really like the taste.
I could smell it, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like. Although I had never liked semen, it was for John. How I wished it could be shot into my mouth, or even better, into my penis!
John rested for a while, then turned and smiled at me.
I found myself trembling uncontrollably. God, I really wanted to have sex with him.
I had never felt so aroused by a man since marrying David.
Thinking of David, I noticed that the sound of weeding outside had stopped. If he came upstairs and saw us like this, wouldn't we be doomed?
"Don't worry about your husband," John said calmly. "He won't come up." I was startled. "Can you tell what I'm thinking?" "Well, I can tell some things. But it's mainly your emotions. Are you using birth control pills?" He was about to have sex with me, and
a feeling of smugness welled up inside me. “No—but I have an IUD.” (Note: IUD is an artificial contraceptive ring.) “Great.” He stood up and stretched. “Why don’t you take off your underwear and lie on the bed?” he suggested. I quickly pulled off my shorts, lay back on the bed, and struck what I thought was my most seductive pose. John chuckled, picked up his camera, and took a picture. He’d already taken quite a few, and although I was a little curious about his motives, I didn’t have the energy to ask him. “Spread your legs wider,” he said. I obediently spread my legs wide, and then the flash went off a few times. He put down the camera and climbed onto the bed. His penis hung limply, and I wondered when it would recover from the previous ordeal. I wanted him to fuck me, as soon as possible. He read my mind and sat down beside me. “I like to save the best for last, Christine, so don’t rush me.” He bent down and kissed my lips, his tongue tracing down my body, my ears, my neck, and my genitals. Then he paused and said to Jenny. “Jenny, take some pictures with my camera. You know how to use the calendar, right?” “Yes,” Jenny replied, getting up to get the camera. John continued to masturbate me, in the flash of the camera. I closed my eyes tightly, the wonderful feeling making me feel like I was in heaven. He sucked my penis into his mouth, then switched to another after a while. Then his tongue came to my belly, but I twitched because of his fingers rubbing against my buttocks. He gently kissed my thighs again, and I couldn’t help but spread my legs wider, hoping he would enter me. The flash went off again, and I could feel the red light on my eyelids. But what I noticed more was that John’s breath was already inside my penis, and then he started licking me. Flash. My excitement kept rising, even higher than the two previous orgasms, something I could never have imagined before. He stopped licking my penis, and I opened my eyes to see him kneeling between my legs. His penis was unusually hard. “Are you ready?” he asked teasingly. "Okay, okay, my God!" I blurted out. He leaned down and lay on top of me. I felt his penis slowly slide in until it was fully inside. "How does it feel?" he asked, his voice just inches from my face. "It's amazing," I exclaimed. "It feels so good." "God created you beautiful women for sex, Christine," he said. His weight was all on me, but I didn't feel any discomfort. He began to slowly thrust, feeling his penis and mine fit together so perfectly. I could taste my own fluids as he kissed me. Jenny probably took another picture, but I didn't care about anything else now; I only cared about the man I was now one with. After kissing for a while, he leaned back and took one of my penises into his mouth. I could hear my own moans, as if they came from a distant place. The flash went off again. John stopped and said, "That's enough, Jenny. Put down the camera and sit on the edge of the bed." I vaguely saw my daughter sit down beside us, and strangely, I didn't feel anything was wrong with her looking at us like that. I guessed it would be Jenny's turn next, and I even felt a little hopeful. John continued talking to her. "Do you think your mother is beautiful, Jenny?" he asked. "Yes," she murmured in her sleep. "She looks incredibly sexy." "Do you like watching me do her?" She blushed, but nodded. "Well, now I want you to do something for me, okay?" "Okay, anything," Jenny replied hastily.

"I want you to suck her cock while I'm fucking her. Will you do it?"
Jenny's face flushed even more, but she didn't hesitate much.
She knelt down and licked my right cock with her tongue, while John moved to my left.
After a few licks, Jenny swallowed it, sucking and circling it with her tongue.
I closed my eyes tightly, feeling as if I were floating on an ocean of ecstasy.
Two mouths were teasing my cock, and a hard cock was pounding against my penis.
I don't know how long this went on, but everything seemed to stop.
Every now and then, John and Jenny would stop and kiss each other a few times before returning to my cock.
This went on for a long time, and I was constantly hovering on the edge of ecstasy.
John changed positions.
He propped himself up and lifted my legs together.
The new position made the friction between my cock and penis almost unbearable, and I could clearly hear the sound of my own pounding.
John increased the speed of his thrusts, while Jenny continued to lick my cock relentlessly, her beautiful hair cascading over my body like a waterfall.
"Alright, Christine," his breathing was heavy, and the muscles in his face seemed tense, "you come too!"
His words had barely left his lips when my climax arrived.
My whole body felt like it had plunged into the sea, a dazzling pleasure like surging waves crashing against me, washing away all my other senses, etching this unparalleled sensation into my mind.
The ebb and flow of the tide made me gasp for breath.
Like a drowning person struggling to breathe with the rise and fall of the tide, I opened my mouth wide to keep from suffocating.
When the climax subsided, I finally opened my eyes and found John on top of me, his penis still buried deep inside me, while Jenny curled up like a cat beside me.
We both rested for a while.
I couldn't help but wonder what David was doing.
John had said David wouldn't disturb us, so he shouldn't have come upstairs.
John clearly had us all under control.
It sounded absolutely terrifying, but I felt no tension whatsoever.
I guessed he had removed my fear, and also released my original moral constraints and self-control.
But I felt no hatred.
John finally withdrew from my body, lying on his back on the bed, still recovering.
His penis hung limply to one side, glistening in the sunlight from our combined semen.
"Jenny," he asked, turning his head.
"Hmm?"
she answered immediately, not noticing that my arms were wrapped around her, and her head was resting on my shoulder.
Strangely, although we were both completely naked, neither of us felt anything was amiss.
"Are you still a virgin?"
John asked.
Jenny blushed, glanced at me, and then said, "No." "
Is that so? I see. How many times have you made love before?"
"Three times," she answered.
"With my boyfriend. His name is also John," she thought for a moment, then added.
"That John is lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend like you," John said with a smile.
“You know all this, Christine?”
“No,” I was genuinely shocked.
Although I knew Jenny and her boyfriend had gotten quite close lately.
“Always the last one to know,” he muttered under his breath.
“Well, so do you want me to do you, Jenny?”
“Oh, yes!”
she exclaimed happily, but immediately corrected herself, blushing.
“I mean, I do! Let’s begin.”
“Were you excited when I was doing it to your mother?”
Her face turned even redder, but she answered honestly, “Yes.”
Then she asked cautiously, “Did you make me do that?”
“Make you do what?”
John asked with interest.
“Did you…make me watch you…do it to her?”
“Well, partly,” he said.
“The emotions are your own; I just removed some of your moral constraints and then…give you some stimulation in certain ways. Don’t you like it?”
His tone was somewhat worried.
“No,” Jenny quickly reassured him.
“It’s just… I feel a little different than usual.”
“How are you, Christine?”
John asked.
“Well, I know you’re the one who made us this way, and although I don’t understand how you did it, I’m not too bothered by it. I just feel a little different too.”
“Of course,” John said with a smile.
“This is definitely not your usual afternoon. Well, Christine, want something more exciting?”
My heart was pounding. This was certainly not an ordinary afternoon, but it was incredibly exciting.
“Of course!”
“Why don’t you come and do some preparation for me and Jenny?”
Although I was exhausted, I carried out his order without hesitation, like a soldier.
I gently put Jenny down from my shoulder, and she lay on the bed on all fours, and I began to warm his limp penis with my mouth.
I could taste both of our penises at the same time, and to my surprise, I actually found them quite delicious, especially his salty penis.
Because I kept sucking and swallowing between his legs, it only took a while for his penis to become erect.
John turned to Jenny and asked, "Are you taking birth control pills?"
"No," Jenny replied, "my boyfriend and I use condoms."
"Then you should know how to put one on. I have some condoms in my bag, go get one. And,"
he added as she obediently got up, "take a picture of your mother first."
Hearing his words, I could feel a flush rising on my face.
Under the flash, John became erect again; his recovery ability was so strong that I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of some kind of supernatural power.
He gently stroked my hair, and I immediately stood up as if on command, giving Jenny my place.
Jenny continued to suck his penis a few more times, then carefully rolled the condom around his penis.
John leaned back on the bed, instructing Jenny to crawl beside him.
"Have you ever been on top before? Oh, so this will be your first time. Take it slow."
Jenny straddled him, guiding his penis into her body with her hand.
John told her to pause for a moment, instructing me to take some good photos.
I did, changing angles several times to clearly capture the tip of his penis and the tight connection between his penis and Jenny's beautiful vagina.
Then, Jenny slowly lowered herself, enjoying the pleasure of his penis filling her lower body.
From her unrestrained moans, I knew how immersed she was.
"Oh," her tone was somewhat excited.
"It's wonderful, absolutely perfect."
I knew what she was saying; I had just experienced that feeling myself.
Accompanying her rising and falling body, I took several more photos, from behind and from the front, close-ups of the struggle in the overflowing vagina, and tender sketches of a man's hands caressing her vagina.
Jenny gradually adapted to the position and began to quicken her pace, moaning softly as she pounded John's hips like a pile driver.
She looked incredibly sexy—like a goddess from a medieval painting, her face flushed crimson.
I was lost in thought, wondering if I had been just as sexy; after all, Jenny and I were quite similar.
I remembered John saying that God created beautiful women like you for sex?
Now it seemed he was so right.
"Christine," John said, clearly enjoying himself.
"Yes, John?"
I replied.
"Did you enjoy Jenny sucking your cock?"
he asked.
My face flushed, but I answered without hesitation, "Yes, I loved it." "
Then, don't you think you should reciprocate?"
Although his suggestion was somewhat surprising, I couldn't find a reason to refuse.
So I sat on the edge of the bed, watching my daughter's genitals, watching her frantically straddle this stranger, endlessly offering her virginity.
Her breasts spoke of her youth; they were taut, their small size, barely enough to be grasped in one hand, yet they didn't lose their shape with her wildness.
Her breasts were large and erect, proudly responding to my gaze.
I suddenly felt an urge to lick them—wasn't that something only men felt?
Like other women, I had always thought men's urges and fantasies about women's breasts were ridiculous, but now I was completely captivated by them.
Jenny slowed as I approached her, because my tongue was tentatively tracing her erect nipples.
She was trembling.
"How does it feel, Jenny?"
John asked with a smile.
"So good," she gasped, "Oh, Mom, don't stop, keep going…"
I took one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking, my tongue circling around it, feeling the pulse of her body.
On the other side, my fingers mirrored the movements of my tongue.
As Jenny swallowed John's penis, I almost lost control of the nipple in my mouth.
She was very close to **, John reached out and teased her Belle, Jenny's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.
The three of them were entangled for a few minutes, mechanically repeating the same movements, then Jenny reached her climax, her body stiffened, her moans turned into screams.
I clearly saw her ** gushing endlessly, just like mine before, and finally, just like before, she collapsed, exhausted, stretching out her arms and legs. The only difference was that Jenny collapsed onto John.
John held her tightly for a while, then gently placed her on the bed.
His penis, withdrawn from Jenny's **, was still raised—he hadn't ** ejaculated yet? —Then he smiled at me.
"Come and lie on the bed, Christine," he guided me, "spread your legs."
I immediately lay down, my lower body wide open, anxiously waiting for him to enter me a second time.
But he only stroked my back, his hand sliding down, finally stopping on my buttocks.
Before I could even react, John parted my buttocks, the tip of his penis already pressed against my rectum.
I could even feel Jenny's juices flowing in.
"Have you ever had someone fuck your ass, Christine?"
he asked.
"No," I replied.
I hadn't even considered it; my mind was filled with worry about the pain, and I didn't even care about John's slightly vulgar words.
But did I care?
Nothing.
I felt no pain whatsoever, not even a hint of it.
I was so relaxed in front of him that he penetrated me with ease.
The feeling of penetration was completely different from all other forms of penetration; although it sounded rather terrifying, it wasn't too uncomfortable.
In fact, as he began to thrust slowly, I gradually seemed to enjoy it.
He lay on my back, his weight pressing down on me, which increased the fullness in my lower body.
Then he leaned forward, playfully licking my earlobe.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Unable to bear the tickling near my ear, I shifted to the side, thrusting my hips back to firmly grasp the fresh, fulfilling sensation.
"Go ahead," John replied.
"Why do you still sell encyclopedias?"
I asked.
John laughed, even his penis throbbed a few times inside me.
God, I've become so lewd because I actually enjoy it.
"Are you wondering why I didn't just ask for your wallet?"
"Yeah, that should be easy for you."
"Exactly, but wouldn't that be a bit immoral?"
I couldn't help but laugh, though a little breathless. "Is it moral to have sex with a strange woman?"
"Heh heh, I guess so," he agreed. "But in a way, I wouldn't humiliate anyone, and I would make sure they enjoy it themselves, and not create unnecessary trouble for them. Like, their husbands, boyfriends, etc. Take you, for example, do you think anything is worse now than before?" "
I don't think so," I said.
“I don’t really have an instruction manual for this ability,” John chuckled.
“So I have to have some principles of my own.”
“Have you done this with many women?”
Even though I knew the answer, I couldn't help asking.
"Oh, yes," he laughed louder, "what are you thinking? In the beginning, I didn't really restrain myself, so yes, I've been with a lot of women... classmates, teachers, then neighbors, my mother..."
"Your mother!"
I was speechless with surprise.
"Yes, didn't you just suck Jenny's **, and you seemed to like it? Mom is one of my favorites. It took me a long time to convince myself, but I have to admit, ** is very exciting. Don't you think?"
He thought for a moment and continued, "To repay your hospitality today, I'll give you both some gifts. From now on, some past problems will no longer bother you, how about it?"
I sighed, the ** inside my ass was moving faster.
"Oh. Okay."
"Actually," John muttered to himself, "I think I'll give you another gift... I hope you'll be happy then."
We stopped talking, and Jenny, having recovered from her **, was looking at us curiously.
For a few minutes, John, like a pump, gradually pushed me closer for my second orgasm.
Finally, his heavy breathing filled my ears, "I'm going to cum, Christine."
Interestingly, those words seemed to be the trigger for my excitement.
"Cum, John," I yelled, "Cum inside me, cum in my ass, oh God!"
He cummed, and so did I.
We lay there heavily for a while, then John withdrew his penis from my body.
The final friction almost brought me to orgasm again.
His hand gently stroked my hair, his voice soft and gentle, "If you have any questions about the encyclopedia—or anything—my phone number is on the contract, enjoy your gift, Christine!"
The whole room swirled around me, and I realized I had left the bedroom and was on my way downstairs.
I was still aroused, but I didn't seem bothered by it.
I kept walking, the sound of the television coming from the back room clearly telling me where David was.
He saw me enter the house and was clearly shocked by my aroused state.
I knelt before him, my hands reaching towards his crotch.
"Good evening, darling," I greeted.
He was speechless with surprise, especially when I put his erect penis in my mouth; his eyes nearly popped out.
"Christine, you're doing... oh, God!"
he uttered as I began to move my tongue.
I was enjoying it just like I did with John, making me wonder if it was a gift from him, though I couldn't focus on it, my mind filled with lewd thoughts.
Why had I never realized my husband was so sexy before?
"God, Christine, you're incredible," he roared.
There was a strange warmth in his voice, and I felt an inexplicable urge to try something.
I pulled his penis out (though he offered some feigned resistance), grabbed my own penis with both hands, and sandwiched his between them.
I'd heard about this before, but never had the courage to actually do it.
As I began to rub his penis up and down, it felt wonderful.
"Do you like it, darling?"
I asked.
"More than just like it, my God!"
Hearing his words, I felt another surge of desire.
I continued thrusting with David, gradually increasing the speed.
A few minutes later, David shuddered, "I'm going to cum, darling."
I immediately released my own penis and took David's penis into my mouth. His penis was a bit too long, so I had to hold it in front of my mouth with my right hand to avoid hurting my throat while stroking it.
David soon couldn't hold back, and salty semen flooded into my mouth. I swallowed it casually. I must admit, ever since I tasted John's, I've grown to like them more and more.
David finished ejaculating, and I spat out the semen in my mouth, smiling as I looked at him.
He fastened his loose pants and helped me stand up.
"Come on!"
he said.
With just a slight squat, he picked me up and carried me towards the bedroom.
I then noticed that for our age, it was truly remarkable that David could still lift me so easily.
The bedroom was empty, but Jenny's door was tightly shut, and the sounds coming from inside told me John hadn't left.
David seemed to hear nothing; he tossed me onto the bed and quickly stripped off his clothes.
I smiled, arms and legs outstretched, my body and soul yearning for our union.
"Come on, darling!"
I urged him, his erection fully revealed before me. Then David pounced on me, penetrating me. My mind went blank; for a long time, I couldn't remember anything.
In fact, we both forgot some things—for example, neither of us had thought about dinner, which made waking up in the morning quite unpleasant.
When Jenny woke up, John was gone, leaving only the encyclopedia receipt.
His first gift, just as he said, was that I began to prioritize my work and come home early every day.
I no longer needed to diet or go to the gym—because my former love for junk food had vanished without a trace.
What I couldn't lose weight for years, I lost five pounds without doing anything.
As I became slimmer, I also felt more energetic.
I didn't ask Jenny, but I was sure she had the same changes.
Her grades improved rapidly, and she grew increasingly attractive.
The second gift…
David and I, who used to have sex once or twice a month, now have sex at least once a day.
In the past, I was always hesitant about new positions, but now I'm the one who often has new suggestions.
David seemed very happy; he accepted my changes so readily, John must have done something, although I had nothing to complain about.
David didn't even blink when he heard I wanted to have sex.
I liked my changes more and more—although I slept very little each day, I wasn't tired at all.
John's gifts didn't stop there, something I hadn't realized for a while.
One night, David was away on a business trip and didn't come home. I had something to ask Jenny, so I knocked on her door.
She appeared before me, wearing only a bra and shorts.
The sudden shock left me completely stunned, forgetting why I had knocked in the first place.
Her alluring cleavage, the curves of her hips, her firm thighs, her exquisite figure…
it was as if I were seeing it all for the first time, a surge of lustful desire coursing through me.
Jenny was just as uncomfortable as I was, her face flushed as she smiled.
“Good evening, Mom… are you thinking the same thing as me?” “
I think so,” I replied, panting.
I approached her and, stiffly, with a touch of fear, kissed her lips.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
I reached out and embraced her, kissing her more deeply, our tongues intertwining, dancing joyfully.
I gently removed her bra and reached out to caress her breasts.
After kissing them for a while, I took turns sucking on her nipples.
Jenny began to moan, and I, as if encouraged, knelt down and pulled down her shorts.
Her vulva was glistening with nectar, the scent emanating from it intoxicating me.
“I love you, Mom,” Jenny murmured.
"I love you too, darling,"
I whispered, and then my face buried itself in her flowerbed…
We became lovers, trying everything we'd never even dared to dream of before.
In tight embraces, she told me about her promiscuity with her boyfriend, and I described my debauchery with David.
David must have known what was going on, but he didn't seem to care much; we maintained a high frequency of intimacy, and I grew to love him more and more.
Jenny and I had talked about a threesome with David.
I'm sure he'd love the idea.
Jenny herself isn't ready yet, but I'm sure it won't be long.
I can't wait.
Oh, and the encyclopedia arrived on time—it's incredibly useful.
I think everyone should have one; it's hard to imagine how we've managed all these years without it.

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