The Little Beauty Returns (Part 2)

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I went to the bathroom, thinking about what Wenwen had just said. It seemed like she was reluctant to leave. Why would she say something like that so early in the morning if she was leaving in the afternoon? Was she hinting at something? Or was she complaining that I hadn't come over to fuck her last night? You really can't guess what a girl is thinking.
She squatted there, holding the newspaper but not really reading it. Judging from her behavior yesterday at Sculpting Time, could we conclude that she'd tasted some pleasure? At least she didn't seem afraid of intercourse. Is it possible that this seemingly quiet girl is actually quite bold? When we first had sex last year, although it hurt, she didn't stop me. Perhaps from then on, she began to enjoy that feeling of being filled and the incredibly magical sensation of thrusting—I think I read something like that in a book.
Thinking this, my blood started to rush. Didn't my wife go to look at properties this morning? Maybe this is an opportunity.
After eating, I rested for an hour, but during that hour I was filled with anxiety. What about my son?
"Aren't you going to the bookstore with your sister?" I said to my son. I knew he loved going to bookstores, while Wenwen hated them the most.
"I don't want to go," Wenwen retorted as expected. "I want to go to the beach."
"You can go wherever you want," my wife said, standing up. "I have to go do my things. Are you going to buy groceries?"
"Okay, I'll buy it." I quickly agreed.
"Uncle, come with me to the beach," Wenwen asked.
"If I don't go with you, who will?!" I said.
My son went back to his room, and I wandered around the living room for a while, wondering how to get him to go out. After thinking about it, I decided to buy the groceries first.
"I'll go with you," Wenwen said, standing up. I agreed.
The supermarket is less than ten minutes away from our house. Wenwen kept saying how convenient it is to buy things here, while we have to go so far away from home.
I bought some seafood and vegetables from the supermarket and rushed home, the whole trip taking about forty minutes. As soon as I walked in the door, I saw my son changing his shoes, and I was overjoyed! I asked him where he was going, and he said the bookstore. I quickly pulled out 100 yuan and gave him a meaningless remark:
"Hey, don't waste money. Buy what you need and don't buy what you don't need."
My son happily took the money and left. I was worried he might come back halfway. Kids are unpredictable; he might get bored halfway and turn back. If he takes money with him, he might not come back all morning.
As soon as I put down the vegetables, my heart started racing. Then I dialed my wife's number and asked her where the little hooks and shovels we used to use for beachcombing were.
"Can't you find it yourself? How am I supposed to know where it is after all this time?" his wife said impatiently on the phone. "I'm parking the car, I don't have time to talk to you, find it yourself."
After the call ended, my heart soared. I just wanted to confirm whether my wife had gone far away and wouldn't be back for a while.
I went to the bathroom and washed up. When I came out, I saw Wenwen watching TV, so I sat down next to her.
"Not staying for two days?" I knew that was obvious.
"I'm not staying here. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
I thought to myself, let's add more of this trouble.
"My dad said he'd come to see the apartment in a few days."
"Really?" I reached out my arm to stop her. Wenwen seemed to know that my affection was not a good thing, and her expression tensed up for a moment.
I started kissing her face and her little mouth. I knew that a girl this age wouldn't get into the mood very quickly.
I laid her down on my lap and continued kissing her; she still seemed very passive.
"You're so beautiful!" I whispered my compliment.
Unexpectedly, such a simple compliment touched the girl's heart, and a shy smile appeared on her face.
"You're so beautiful!" I kissed her little lips and continued. You little rascal, the other day when you came in and praised me, I almost fainted. Now I'll make you faint too.
Hearing this made her even more shy. When I kissed her again, she wasn't so passive anymore, and then we started to exchange tongues. My hand brushed up her thigh, and the little beauty seemed to be very sensitive all over; her breathing became uneven just from brushing her thigh.
Our oral activity intensified; I thrust my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around, while simultaneously pulling her panties aside with my hand.
Both of them started breathing erratically. When my fingers touched her clitoris, the girl's body began to tremble, and she instinctively tried to clamp her legs together. I spread them apart and continued to tease her. I tried inserting one finger into her vagina. As soon as it went in a little, I felt a tension. It was unbelievable! How did such a thick penis go in?
"Bad uncle!" Wenwen finally broke free from my passionate lips and said in a trembling voice.
"Don't you like bad uncles?" He pressed her clitoris lightly.
The pretty girl started to struggle, her body twisting to stop me from continuing. When I tried to touch her vulva again, it was already wet.
She finally couldn't take it anymore.
I took off her panties and rolled her skirt up to her waist.
"When did you start growing hair?" I gently stroked the poor little hair and asked her.
"Hehe...last year."
"Then how come I didn't notice?" My hand went to grope her two soft, large vulvas again.
I think this playful approach will make it more acceptable to the little girl.
"Hehe..." As I was about to slip my fingers between her legs, she squeezed them together. "It wasn't this dark last year."
I helped her sit up and lean against my back, then I went off the sofa, between her legs, and lifted her legs up.
The little beauty's vulva was split open, her red labia resembling two flower petals, and her tender pink flesh adorned with dewdrops. She was utterly captivating.
"Shall I give you a kiss?"
"Hehe..." She nodded with a smile, it seemed she liked me kissing her pussy.
I pressed myself against them, my burning tongue smoothing out the trembling petals.
Wenwen suddenly screamed, but she didn't do that in the rainforest. The tongue felt astringent, and when the tip of her tongue touched her vulva, she started to tremble, but she didn't scream. It was as if she herself felt that the scream just now was too much, and she began to suppress it, but you could still hear her opening her small mouth and softly "Ah, ah, ah." It sounded like a sigh or a moan.
I continued kissing her, and she continued to moan. When she started pushing my head away with her hands, my tongue moved up from her vulva, licking her labia majora. Then the few hairs on her vulva clung to her white, sexy pubic area. I lifted my head and leaned in to kiss her lips.
"Do you like bad uncles?" he said, pulling out his penis and teasing her.
"Do you like it?" I moved her body slightly away. When she felt the gentle touch, she nodded nervously to indicate that she liked it.
That unbelievable thing happened again; I looked down as my organ was buried into her pink, tender flesh.
She bit her lip nervously as I pushed my penis all the way in, but then she curiously reached out and tugged at my pubic hair:
"Would I get this much hair if I rubbed it black?"
How was I supposed to answer that? It depends on the person, but I still said, "No. There are few girls." Seeing that she hadn't taken her hand away yet, I guided her hand to the point where we were joined. She felt my penis moving, and a mysterious expression appeared on her face.
Then I wanted to test her, so I fucked her hard.
Sure enough, she couldn't take it anymore: "Ah—no!"
Not wanting to hurt her, I began to thrust evenly. Soon she started panting, and I subtly increased the force and frequency of my thrusts. For the first time, I saw her squint her eyes, enjoying the pleasure the thrusts brought her.
Ah! My little beauty! This feels so good!
"Do you like it?" I asked her, and she nodded, lost in ecstasy. I gave her another hard slap, and she cried out, her trembling little hands trying to push me away. At that moment, I couldn't control myself anymore and increased the frequency of my thrusts.
Suddenly, she became uneasy, her legs began to straighten, and the sighs she uttered turned into real moans. Was she having an orgasm? No way? A fourteen-year-old girl having an orgasm? But then her body really did stiffen, and my usually strong penis, stimulated like that, couldn't hold on any longer.
You little rascal! You didn't let me fuck you enough again!
I pushed as far as I could, and instantly, a powerful surge of climax began.
It took Wenwen a long time to recover from the tension. I grabbed a napkin from the coffee table and wiped her face. Then I told her to take a shower, because I was afraid my wife would smell something on her when she got back. I quickly tidied up the sofa and wiped the semen off the floor.
After Wenwen finished showering, I went in and quickly rinsed my lower body; I really wanted to take a nap.
I took Wenwen out, but I didn't really want to walk a single step. Plus, it was so hot, and Wenwen didn't want to walk either, so I said, "Let's not go to the beach. It's too hot, and you'll get a tan." Wenwen agreed not to go, and the two of us wandered around outside for about an hour. When we got back downstairs, I saw my wife's car was already parked there.
After lunch, my wife said she would take a nap before leaving, so I went to sleep. When I woke up, my little beauty was already gone.
A sudden wave of sadness washed over me as I gazed at Nanshan Mountain through the balcony...
My little love, when will I see you again?
Wenwen's Troubles
In December 2005, the eastern part of the peninsula suffered a snowstorm unseen in 50 years, with heavy snow falling intermittently for 23 days. I was at the site at the time. December is not usually a busy month, so I didn't need to stay at the site for long. On December 2nd, I went down to arrange some work, but I got stuck in the snow and couldn't get out.
The second reason was the young widow. In April, I slept with her at the same place as before, and even took advantage of her young daughter. To avoid trouble, I gave her over 5,000 yuan before leaving. But trouble still came six months later!
Just as October began, I received a phone call. I don't know how she got my number; probably that jerk Xiao Song gave it to her! She said on the phone that she didn't want to work at that place anymore and asked me to find her some work. I didn't dare offend her, after all, I had done what I did. So I arranged for her to do a more technically demanding job at my new place. I lied to the boss, saying she had been doing it for many years, was very skilled and conscientious. The boss, of course, agreed and was very happy, but he wanted an entry fee of 15,000 yuan, which later escalated to 10,000 yuan. I thought to myself, 10,000 is too much!!
The young widow was overjoyed! She'd never imagined it. After she started working in November, I mentored her for a week. Luckily, she knew a thing or two about how to do it, and being a smart and capable person, she was naturally diligent. With so much money coming her way, she meticulously followed my instructions. After a month, she hadn't made any major mistakes. —That way, she managed to fool the boss.
I don't want to take advantage of her anymore. Firstly, there's the difference in our social status, and secondly, the conditions at the place are terrible in winter, there's no place to shower, and I'm a very clean person, not to mention her cunt! I used to sleep with her because of her youngest daughter, but now that she's sent her daughter back, I've lost interest. Forget about young widows, even if my wife comes home every weekend, I won't sleep with her without showering. After visiting a prostitute, I shower at least three times when I get home, and I disinfect the bathtub and toilet with bleach, afraid of getting diseases and infecting my son.
Since Wenwen came along, he didn't even want to touch his wife anymore! But this has lasted for more than twenty days, and his desires are rising. He even starts to feel uneasy when he sees the young widow's buttocks.
The day before Christmas, she went to a nearby village to take a bath and started acting all cute and affectionate with me, which aroused my desire. I thought I'd call her to my dorm that night, give her a good thrashing, and make her willingly swallow the semen I'd been accumulating for over 20 days.
I took a nap at noon and woke up after 4 pm. There were only four or five workers at the site, mostly locals, who had probably already gone home. There wasn't a sound outside. The warm, cozy bed made my penis stubbornly erect! I sat up halfway and saw a small mound of heat rising from the blanket, and felt a sense of pride! Every year I spend time in the countryside, and my body becomes much stronger, even my penis performs admirably, full of vitality, and I feel an upward force from the very core!
I was just about to get out of bed when my phone rang. I didn't really want to answer; it was an unfamiliar number from out of town, and I figured it was a wrong number since I don't have any friends or relatives in the provincial capital. But being downstairs for so long, my boredom made me press the green button. I thought, who cares who it is, I'll answer and see. If it's a good match, I might play a prank. I've actually done that a few times before.
"Hello?"
"Uncle? Is that you?" Hey! I recognized the voice—it was a girl's voice calling me "uncle" right away. It must be a mistake; I don't have a niece in the provincial capital. But hearing that sweet voice made me think...
"It's me! What do you want?" I had a feeling of wanting to get something for nothing. It felt like I wasn't holding a phone, but rather a part of the girl. I didn't dare say much; if I said too much, she would definitely notice. I didn't want her to hang up, but there was no sound for a long time. Normally, I would have hung up long ago—what a waste of money! But the girl's voice was so sweet, and I couldn't bear to.
"Uncle?" she called again, but hehe, she still didn't recognize her voice.
"Okay," I replied, still wanting to take advantage of them, but then the next sentence stunned me!
"I'm Wenwen."
A sudden jolt went through her, and she didn't immediately process what was happening, as if she had just woken from a dream. Because her number didn't match her sudden appearance.
"Wenwen? Where...are you?" I suddenly felt a wave of panic. Wenwen had never called me before, and I had never had this expectation.
"I... am in JN." Only then did I fully realize that the number clearly displayed was a local JN number.
For a fleeting moment, the thought flashed through my mind that she might be with my wife, but I immediately dismissed it, because if she were, she would have used my wife's phone to make the call.
"Who...are you with?" I sensed something was wrong!
"I...myself." Wenwen's hesitant tone made me uneasy.
"Wenwen?... What are you doing in JN?"
...
Another silence followed.
...
"Wenwen? What's wrong?"
A series of terrifying thoughts flashed through my mind: kidnapping? Being scammed? Running away from home? My heart pounded; I'd never experienced anything like this before!
"Wenwen?...Wenwen? Where are you now?"
"Uncle... I... I'm scared..."
"Tell me where you are?" I started to get anxious. I needed to know at least what was going on!
"I'm at the train station..."
"The bus station?"
"Um."
"Should I ask... your aunt to pick you up?" I said, then realized it was pointless. Actually, she knows my wife better than I do, so I wouldn't need to call her to pick you up.
"No--"
"Wenwen?... What happened? Tell me properly, okay?"
"I...want to come find you...but the buses aren't running..."
"What's wrong? You? You came out alone?"
"Um."
"What's wrong? Did you... have a fight with Mom?" I asked, trying to comfort her while figuring out what I should do. I tried to keep the question light, hoping it wasn't anything else.
"Um."
That's really why!
"Wenwen? Don't be afraid. Don't think about anything else. I'll ask your aunt to pick you up." I wanted to determine once again whether she needed my explanation.
"No—I don't want to go home... Uncle? Don't tell my aunt!"
I promised her I had to keep her calm first! We can't go running around, it'll be dark soon!
"Wenwen? Be good! Don't run around! Listen to your uncle, okay? There's a 'Yonghe Soy Milk' fast food restaurant not far east of the station. Go there, okay? It's open 24 hours, and it's warm inside... Wenwen? Did you hear me?"
"I heard you."
"Okay! Let's go there, find a place to sit, okay? I'll be right there, okay?"
"Uncle?..." Wenwen was about to say something when she heard the sound of her about to cry.
"Wenwen?"
"Uncle? Do you have a car?"
"You don't need to worry about it, just listen to me! Do as I say! Okay? Go sit over there and don't wander off! I'll be there in three hours!"
"Okay. Please don't tell my parents!"
"Okay! I won't tell!"
"You promise!?"
"Okay, I promise! You'll definitely do as I say, okay?"
...

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