A toad on a bus trying to eat swan meat

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The toad on the bus trying to eat swan meat.
People say, "One should not trifle with a friend's wife."
The first time I met Jin Min, I was captivated by her charming demeanor and boundless feminine allure. I couldn't help but sleep with her, and both of us reached a state of blissful ecstasy.
But if I were to become addicted and repeatedly take advantage of my friend's newlywed wife, I would be utterly despicable. That's why, even though my large penis, which had already ejaculated twice on Ling Shan, was aroused by Jin Min's magnetic and gentle voice, I had to force myself to say something against my conscience to her.
So when Jin Min mentioned again that my penis had made her vagina red and swollen, I seized the opportunity to ask her, "You've been married to Wanli for two months, you must have done it more often than us, have you ever had it sore and swollen from him?"
Jin Min lightly spat and said, "His... isn't as big as yours, and he doesn't last as long as you do, how could he make my vagina swollen?"
I immediately said, "We've only done it once, and your vagina is so swollen, which means our sizes aren't compatible, it's better not to do it again!"
Jin Min didn't expect me to say that, she was slightly taken aback, and could only say, "It's best not to do it again, otherwise how can I face Wanli..."
"Yes! Wanli is my good classmate. We can't make the same mistake again. We need to be rational!"
Jinmin paused for a moment after hearing what I said, then said in a barely audible voice, "But I'm a little worried..."
I asked, puzzled, "Worried about what? I promise you I won't tell anyone about what happened at the MTV yesterday afternoon!"
Jinmin knew I had misunderstood and quickly said, "I believe you won't tell anyone, and I won't either... What I was going to say was..."
"Jinmin! We've done everything. Is there anything you can't tell me?"
Jinmin paused for a moment on the other end of the phone.
I was a little anxious: "You said it...it's okay..."
Jin Min hesitated, her voice tinged with shyness: "I mean...after you've touched me with something so big, I'm afraid I'll never have an orgasm again when I'm with Wan Li..."
My annoying habit of teasing women slipped out again: "Oh? You mean you're worried that after your vagina has taken in such a big penis, you'll lose interest in sex with someone smaller than me?"
Jin Min said shyly and anxiously: "Why do you have to say it? I...oh! I don't know how to say it!"
Jin Min's meaning was already very clear. I believed that if I immediately asked Jin Min to meet for a real all-night sex session, even if it broke her beautiful hole and made her bleed, she would agree.
But I couldn't do that, so I pretended not to hear what she said and deliberately brought up some irrelevant and boring topics. Jin Min was amused to the point of being furious, yet helpless. Finally, she said angrily, "I think it's best if we never see each other again... No! I think I'll forget I've ever met you!"
Jin Min hung up the phone without waiting for my reply. I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. After all, her beautifully shaped, tender vulva was something I had never seen before. Giving it up would be a real pity. Sigh! If only she weren't the wife of a bookworm. I
had insomnia again that night, and only fell into a drowsy sleep when it was almost dawn. I woke up at one o'clock in the afternoon. Luckily, it was Sunday, and I didn't have to go to work. Otherwise, I would have deserved to lose my job because of my vulva.
Although I had slept with Jin Min and Ling Shan these past two days, why is it that every time I wake up, the first thing I think about is Ling Shan's sister, that cold and aloof Ling Yu? I wonder what she was thinking last night when she saw my penis tightly inserted into her sister's vulva?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but pick up the phone and dial the number where the sisters lived. After a few rings, a soft, seductive voice came from the other end. I knew immediately it was Ling Shan, the older sister, whose first orgasm I had given her yesterday. I said gently, "Hello! Is this Ling Shan?"
Ling Shan didn't recognize my voice at first: "Yes, this is her. Who are you?"
"You forgot? I delivered flowers to your place last night, we..."
I started to say, but she hung up. I stared blankly at the receiver for a while. She must hate me to death.
Since ancient times, women's small, intimate space has caused countless tragedies that led to the downfall of kingdoms and the destruction of cities. Why can't we men understand this?
On Monday morning, before dawn, I arrived at the bus stop on Hulin Street, where Ling Yu usually boarded the bus. No matter what, I had to know how Ling Yu would react after seeing me with her sister and then seeing me.
I forced myself to stay awake, watching the waves of men and women getting on and off the bus with my sleepy eyes. Finally, Ling Yu appeared amidst the bustling crowd of office workers, her beautiful, jet-black hair shimmering in the sunlight. Her eyebrows remained as graceful and flowing as spring mountains, her deep, captivating eyes still mysterious and alluring, and her straight nose as sculpted as Venus, inspiring awe and reverence.
Surprisingly... after she emerged from the crowd, her beautifully curved lips maintained a slight smile, subtly highlighting the beauty mark at the corner of her mouth, exuding a cool elegance tinged with boundless charm, as if nothing had happened yesterday.
Today, her attire was... wow! A pale purple, pointed-collar, form-fitting long-sleeved silk blouse, paired with a purple leather handbag, and a string of purple crystal necklaces around her neck, making her neck appear even more delicate and white—this must be what they call flawless, porcelain-like skin! Her breasts were high and full, swaying rhythmically; clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra today.
She wore a slightly darker shade of pleated purple knee-length skirt, the soft silk clinging to her curves and accentuating her shapely breasts and full, slightly upturned buttocks. Beneath the hem, her snow-white, rounded calves were visible, and deep purple high heels emphasized her tall figure. All that was focused on her were the burning desire in the eyes of every man at the waiting station and the envious glances of every woman waiting.
She walked past me as if she didn't notice me, her gaze so unfamiliar, as if she had never seen me before. Yet, seemingly intentionally, she stood less than a meter in front of me, her long black hair cascading over her soft shoulders. The captivating curves of her back view made it impossible for me to look away.
Each time she turned to look at where the bus was coming from, her alluring buttocks swayed slightly, as if beckoning me. Beneath the purple skirt… Ah! She wasn't wearing stockings today, and her smooth, fair, and slender calves reminded me of her round, snow-white thighs. This aroused my penis, dormant for a day and a night, causing it to stand erect, threatening to burst from my pants. My head throbbed, my blood surged, and I wondered if she wanted to... with me on the bus again
...
As I was lost in these thoughts, the bus arrived. In the crowded throng, I followed her onto the bus as usual. People are strange like that; every male office worker's eyes were ablaze with desire because of her, but when she lifted her beautiful legs to step onto the bus, the men around her, with a gentlemanly air, made way for her, seemingly not daring to even touch her clothes.
As the bus started moving, it pushed the crowd back, and her alluring body naturally leaned against me. Following closely behind, I couldn't resist raising my hand to cup her shapely buttocks. Wow! Through the thin silk skirt, the skin felt smooth to the touch, as if I were caressing her smooth, snowy buttocks. Could it be... she wasn't wearing underwear today?
In the crowded throng, she seemed oblivious to my hand on her smooth, snowy buttocks. I was already planning how to get her to turn around so that my erect penis, about to burst out of my pants, could kiss her protruding mons pubis once more. If she really wasn't wearing underwear, maybe today my thick penis could break through the forbidden zone and enjoy the moist embrace of her virgin vagina.
My hand, caressing her beautiful buttocks, felt the warmth of her flesh, smooth and silky. Her body began to tremble slightly. My other hand quietly lifted her skirt, and when I touched the inside of her thighs, which weren't covered in stockings, goosebumps rose on her firm, rounded thigh muscles.
She tilted her head, blinked her fan-like eyelashes, and narrowed her deep, mysterious eyes, letting out a soft moan, as if encouraging me to go further.
I boldly slipped my hand into her smooth, creamy cleft. Good heavens! My hand touched a silk panty that looked like a thin string. She was wearing a thong today, and the thick, curly pubic hair peeking out from the sides of the string was already covered in her wet, slippery drops of vaginal fluid, making my heart race. Was she dressed like this today to make it easier for my large penis to help her break free?
My fingers parted the thin rope and caressed her tender labia. Lingyu's clitoris was fully engorged with blood. I pulled on the thin labia; they were soft and surprisingly could be stretched quite far. Occasionally, I pressed the tip of my middle finger on a part that might be hidden by a protrusion. To my surprise, the clitoris was already swollen in the pubic hair. I pressed my finger on Lingyu's clitoris for five or six seconds.
Lingyu was still conscious. Her vagina wasn't wet yet, but it was more lubricated than before. At this moment, a strong curiosity surged in my heart. Was Lingyu a virgin? I slowly used my index finger to pry open Lingyu's two tightly closed, red labia and inserted it into the honey hole hidden under the lush pubic hair. As soon as I inserted it, the dignified image that Lingyu wanted to maintain in front of me almost collapsed. I gently inserted it into her vagina and felt the inner walls gripping my finger. My fingertip felt a hard fleshy ball, and when I gently rubbed it there, it gripped my finger even tighter.
My fingers broke through Lingyu's flesh, touching her most sensitive spot. Lingyu felt an unbearable restlessness;
it was the first time a man had entered her jade gate, and even though it was just a fingertip, she felt incredibly ashamed. Yet, a feeling of fullness and satisfaction clearly traveled from her entire body to her brain. Her naturally chaste nature compelled her to remain silent.
My fingers encountered resistance as I tried to advance further. I realized I had reached Nie Lingyu's hymen. Indeed, the Nie Lingyu I had longed for was still a virgin, and I was overjoyed.
Seeing Lingyu's joyful and alluring expression, I vigorously probed her flower garden with my fingers. She could feel some honey-like fluid flowing from her secret cave. Satisfied, I withdrew my fingers.
I quietly freed one hand and pulled down the zipper of my pants, which were about to burst. My erect penis immediately sprang out from the unzipped pants. The swollen, purple glans seemed ready to explode if it didn't enter her beautiful hole soon.
I subtly moved closer to her buttocks, my hard, erect penis just touching her smooth, white cleft when she turned and twisted her body, causing my penis to miss its target.
To my shock, as she turned, I saw the short, lewd-looking man with glasses who had pressed his lower body against her on the bus the first day, standing directly in front of her.
The lust radiating from his small eyes seemed to pierce through his thick lenses. Just
as I was about to warn her to be careful of the man, something unbelievable happened. In the swaying of the bus and the jostling of the crowd, she was pressed tightly face-to-face with the man, who barely reached her ear. I stared in disbelief, my erect penis dangling in mid-air from my ripped pants, unable to move forward or backward. I quickly pulled it back into my pants.
Her shapely breasts seemed to clamp down on the bespectacled man's chin, causing veins to bulge on his forehead. Her protruding vulva pressed against his lower abdomen, clearly revealing his erect penis already thrusting into her crotch. Good heavens! What was going on?
I couldn't help but reach out and gently tug at her arm, trying to remind her that she might be clinging to the wrong person. Suddenly, she spread her legs, lowering her body by about an inch. This meant her alluring breath was blowing directly onto the bespectacled man's nose, while her protruding vulva was pressed against his hard penis. The bespectacled man had probably never experienced such a blessing in his life. His eyes bulged with rage, and he thrust his penis against her throbbing vulva. Ah! She was actually thrusting her vulva against the bespectacled man? I realized she was going to get revenge on me.
My mind went blank as I watched helplessly as she squinted, her prominent mons pubis meeting the bespectacled man's throbbing, ugly penis. Between her slightly parted legs, her mons pubis and his penis were pressed so tightly together.
I never imagined that the sleazy, ugly bespectacled man would have such good fortune; I wished I were that ugly bespectacled man.
Suddenly, Lingyu unbuttoned the second button of her blouse. Ah, she was going to expose her breasts to the bespectacled man.

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