Fireline Couple

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I. Ordinary boy

Afan, Chengxiong, and I grew up together in Gancheng Second Village. Our three families lived next to each other, but our fathers held different positions in the military. Afan's father was a sergeant major, Chengxiong's father was a platoon leader, and my father was a lieutenant colonel battalion commander. However, we didn't serve in the same unit; each of us had our own shifts and holidays. But we had a few things in common: we all had low incomes, we rarely went home, and our mothers all did side jobs, just trying our best to make ends meet.

We each had siblings. The reason we three played together was that we were the same age. From the first grade of elementary school, we went to the same school and were in the same class. We went to and from school together every day, and we would go down to the big ditch to catch clams and frogs. The other two would protect me because they both called me a crybaby. I would cry not only when I fell in the ditch and scraped my knee, but also when a black dog barked in the alley in front of us.

Although the three of us were born in the same year, Afan was born in August, Chengxiong in September, and I, the youngest, in November, so I called them all "older brothers." After graduating from junior high school, the three of us went our separate ways. Afan entered a military academy's officer training program, Chengxiong's grades were slightly worse, so he was admitted to the private Xingwo Middle School, and I went to Jingxiu Girls' School. Our opportunities to be together decreased, but we would still occasionally meet on weekends. During the three years of high school, Afan grew into a tall and strong man, 182cm tall and weighing about 80kg. He had already been assigned to the military police unit. Chengxiong had also grown quite a bit taller, reaching 168cm and weighing about 60kg. He was very refined and gentle. As for me, standing in front of the full-length mirror, hmm! Not bad either, quite pretty. As for how tall I am, how much I weigh, how big my breasts are, and how perky my butt is, well! That's a secret, I won't tell you.

Our girls' school was a church school, very strict, forbidding dating, but it couldn't control the girls' inner feelings, whether they had someone they liked or not. I had secretly fallen for my childhood friend, Afan. He was tall and strong, and the military had made him even more imposing and powerful; he looked incredibly dashing in his neat uniform. I secretly loved him. He also liked to hold my hand as we walked along the embankment by the ditch to watch the sunset. He told me that after his term as a non-commissioned officer ended, he would go to officer school and seek advancement in the military.

Around this time, my father was promoted to colonel, my older brother graduated from university and went to England for further studies, I was admitted to the Ming Chuan University Business School, and Chengxiong graduated from high school and took a leave of absence to work selling used cars. We still saw each other often, sometimes even going to the movies or ice skating together.

Life went on peacefully, day after day. It was Saturday, and A-Fan came back, telling me he'd been selected as a sniper instructor and would be training at the Pingtung base for three months. He said he had a few days off and would report to Pingtung next Monday. I was very reluctant to see him go and clung to him, wanting him to spend more time with me. He agreed, and we rode a motorcycle together to Tamsui Fisherman's Wharf to see the sea. During the ride, A-Fan rode, and I sat close to his back on the back. The masculine scent of his sweat made my heart pound and my breath quicken. I hugged him even tighter, my two 34C breasts pressed together until they were sweating, which he noticed. When we arrived in Tamsui, the car stopped, and he grabbed me by the roadside and kissed me. All the kisses I'd ever received were from my parents or others—either on my forehead or cheek. No one had ever kissed my lips before. He kissed me for a long time. My heart was pounding, my hormones were surging. I stood on tiptoe, clinging tightly to him. Oh! My love, my only love, my first love, I want you.

We kissed for a very long time. When he finally let go, we were both flushed. We smiled at each other, a little embarrassed, and then walked hand-in-hand along the Tamsui pier for a while. As I walked, I kept repeating to myself, "Afan, I love you, I want you, I want to give myself to you, today, today."

Afan took my hand, keeping his head down and silent. My breathing was heavy. I felt a fever, my clitoris was throbbing, and the friction against my underwear as I walked was strange.

Afan lowered his head, as if trying to say something. I pricked up my ears, wanting to hear what he had to say. He moved his lips but didn't say anything. We kept going in circles like this, walking for about half an hour. My lower body was getting hotter and hotter, and I felt a little sticky when I walked. I couldn't help myself and said, "Afan, do you want me today?"

"No! Ah! Yes! No! No! ... Yes!" He said insincerely, his face turning bright red.

"Okay, okay, no, no, let's find a place to make love today!" I said.

He was startled.

"Then... then... then let's go to Beitou to soak in the hot springs, okay?"

It turned out he had already planned this.

I nodded, and the two of us rode our scooter to Beitou. On the way, I asked Afan to buy half a dozen condoms.

II. Our First Experience of Love

Upon arriving in Tamsui, we first parked the car near the station. Hand in hand, we looked for a hot spring hotel. We were hesitant to go into the luxurious ones, and disdained the simpler ones. The more we walked, the more anxious I became; my hormones surged in my lower abdomen, and I felt an urgent need to urinate.

Finally, I couldn't walk any further. Seeing a hotel open near the park, I went in, took the key card, and entered the room.

The room was simply furnished: a large bed, a fixed coffee table, a sofa, an eight-legged chair that resembled neither a traditional chair nor a washbasin stand, a hot spring bath, and a toilet.

We removed our clothes first. A little shy about being naked together for the first time, I had to relieve myself in the toilet. Afterward, I felt a little more relaxed. Afan also came over and used it. It was the first time he had seen an adult male's penis, so he was a little curious and secretly took a closer look. It looked like an eggplant, with a big round ball in front and a bunch of black hairs growing at the base, so the whole thing looked like a dark, scary pile.

We quickly washed ourselves with water, brushed our teeth, and rushed to bed. We grabbed a bath towel and spread it on the bed. Afan kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth. I sucked on his tongue, his saliva, and smelled the slightly pungent masculine scent emanating from his penis. My blood was boiling, and my body was trembling. Afan reached out and touched my breasts, sending a jolt through my nipples, making them instantly hard. I felt a constant tension down there, my thighs rubbing against each other, and my vaginal opening began to secrete lubricant, unbearably itchy. Afan put on a condom and moved his hand down, pressing against my swollen clitoris and starting to rub it. Afan must be a bad guy; where did he learn such a despicable trick, rubbing someone's clitoris? I was at a loss, unable to dodge or resist. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! I can't take it anymore! I really can't take it anymore.

Afan got up and knelt between my thighs. His penis was huge and bright red.

He aimed it at the entrance of my vagina, and the head of his penis went in a little. I knew it would hurt a lot to break my hymen, but I wasn't afraid. I wanted Afan to give me an unforgettable memory. I told Afan, "Push hard!" I gritted my teeth.

Afan, not understanding, sank in, and with a thrust, he went all the way in!

A sharp pain shot through me; I almost broke my teeth. I held Afan tightly.

Afan was stunned, frozen in place. I came to my senses, patted Afan's back, and said, "It's okay! It's okay! Keep going! Keep going!"

Afan, recovering from his shock, paused for a moment before continuing, first slowly thrusting, then gradually increasing the speed. My blood was boiling, and my heart was screaming, "Afan, I'm yours now. I want to have many, many children with you."

Suddenly, he froze, his face grave, his eyes fixed on me. He leaned down and hugged me tightly, his expression strange. I was confused, wondering what was happening. I felt him ejaculating inside me in waves, but I couldn't quite feel it through the condom. I knew, however, that Afan was ejaculating. Damn it, my first time... I hadn't even had a chance to truly enjoy it, and the guy was already done. I felt a slight disappointment. Afan pulled out the condom and threw it in the trash can.

We went to soak in the hot spring water. I squatted in the middle of the pool, leaning against Afan. He had one arm around my waist and the other washing my back. He kissed me from behind, and I reached behind me to play

with his cute little penis. The bottom of the pool was slippery, and after a short while, I turned around and sat on the cement seat, facing Afan. Looking at him, I realized again how incredibly handsome he was. His 182cm height, bulging muscles, and unwavering determination on his face made him look like a male model advertising for soldiers. What kind of magic had transformed a snotty-nosed boy into this handsome man over the past decade?

The pool wasn't deep, and I saw something amusing: Afan was sitting in the water, but his large glans was sticking out of the water, just like a turtle peeking out at the world. I couldn't help but laugh. Afan noticed this too, so he quickly stood up, picked me up, soaking wet, and threw me onto the bed. He quickly put on a condom, spread my legs, and inserted his penis into my crotch. Before I could fully react, Afan had already reached my home base. Today, I've gone all out. I'm making love with the man I've loved for so long, and I'm giving him my whole self. I don't care about anything else. I want him. I like it inside me, the longer the better. He's thrusting on top of me, and I'm wholeheartedly welcoming his ravaging from below.

He focused intently on his movements, and I clung tightly to his waist. Slowly, I felt a surge of heat rise from my lower abdomen to my diaphragm, then back to my uterus, then upwards again, and back to my pubic bone, moving up and down inside my body. I felt my uterus contracting repeatedly, my limbs trembling, and my vagina secreting fluid. I finally understood that my first orgasm had arrived.

Afan had already ejaculated once, and perhaps his stockpile was depleted, so he continued relentlessly thrusting into my cervix, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes pressing down on me, sometimes using his elbows to tease me like a dragonfly skimming the water. Oh! Darling, I just want you to hold me tight and not move, darling! Darling! Darling! Ah… Ah… I cried out loudly, startling Afan, who pulled me close and ejaculated again.

We returned home before dark, and I went home as if nothing had happened.

During dinner, Mom suddenly said to me, "Shiqiu! What's wrong with you today? Your face is all red, and while eating, you're sometimes lost in thought, and sometimes you're just grinning like an idiot."

III. Today,

January 1st, is a happy day. Dad was officially promoted to Major General at headquarters and started working in central Taiwan, so he rarely comes home. Only Mom, my brother, and I are left at home. Actually, it's not much different how quiet it is, because Dad rarely comes home anyway. I graduated at the end of June and work at my current company,

so I come home for dinner every day. Afan went for training and comes home for two days every two weeks. We go out together, mostly to Beitou to "play with firecrackers" (Afan likes to say that). But when Afan isn't in Taipei, Chengxiong often comes to see me. We'll do what we did when we were little: hold hands and go to Wangjie, go to the movies, drink Coke, and eat popcorn.

When he accompanies me to the Wangjie department store, he likes to stand beside me thoughtfully, watching me talk to the sales clerk about the year, trends, and styles of bags and shoes.

Cheng-hsiung seems to be doing well at work lately. His father died in the line of duty last year, reportedly while on night patrol in Kinmen, he was accidentally shot and killed. His two younger sisters are still in high school and junior high, respectively. Besides the family's pension, Cheng-hsiung is the sole breadwinner. I heard he works as a department manager at a financial company, with a driver, a car, and even a personal secretary. The neighbors all envy his early success.

Cheng-hsiung doesn't come home often, but whenever he does, we always go out for coffee or dinner. Sometimes he drives himself, and we go to Dalongtong or Shezi Island to take a ferry to Tamsui for seafood, then take the ferry back to Taipei and drive home.

Cheng-hsiung isn't very talkative. He likes to hold my hand and walk silently, sometimes looking up as if he wants to say something, but then he hesitates and swallows his words.

Cheng Ge doesn't smoke, but he always has a faint smell of smoke on him. Once, we went to Tianmu Beer Hall with his driver, secretary, and colleagues for ice-cold beer. Some of them got a little tipsy, and his subordinates started calling him "Big Brother." He straightened his face, and only then did they behave and call him "Manager."

I gradually realized that Cheng Ge was the head of a certain gang, and these underlings were his men, making a living by collecting debts and protection money.

Afan was about to graduate, and our two families held a simple engagement ceremony for us, planning to get married on National Day this year. But then he received orders to be transferred to Matsu for a year. While he was waiting for the ship in Keelung, we spent every day together. I loved him, I wanted him. We spent those days in a Keelung hotel, making love wildly every day. I was born for love. Whenever his penis left me, I felt empty.

Ah, he boarded the ship and sailed away. I watched his figure grow smaller and smaller until he disappeared. I dragged my heavy body home.

Every day, I went to work and came home, receiving endless phone calls and processing countless order and shipment orders.

On Friday evening, Cheng drove to pick me up to see Avengers 2. We bought seats in the last row, along with Coke and popcorn. We sat very close together, and I could smell Cheng's masculine scent. I felt like the goddess inside me was calling to me, and I started to feel very uncomfortable. When I reached for the popcorn, I grabbed Cheng's hand. I don't know if I was holding on tightly or he was holding on tightly, but we kissed.

After the movie, we walked along the street like four-legged animals, tangled together. I felt hot all over, and my groin was itchy. I leaned on Cheng, and he practically dragged me along the Ximending street. Cheng dragged me to a small hotel, and we went into a room that wasn't too small. The furnishings were almost exactly the same as the first room I had. After urinating, I felt hot all over, and my groin kept telling me, "I want it! I want it! I want it! I need it!" I was desperate. "Come on, Cheng, help me relieve the itch."

We took a shower, and Cheng took out a condom he'd hidden and put it on. Good grief, you planned this all along! I don't usually get this worked up. Oh no, it must be that Coke. He didn't drink a drop; I drank it all myself. Oh well, I'm in a real bind right now. What else can I do if I don't solve this? Besides, Cheng has been devoted to me for over a decade. Okay, I'll swallow my pride. I lay sprawled on the bed and told Cheng to get started! I smiled at him slightly, and he climbed on top of me. He kissed me passionately, sucking my tongue. Actually, what I really needed was his penis, but I'm a girl, and I usually have to pretend to be passive. I knew the next step would be to suck my breasts, and sure enough, he did.

Then I got ready for him to penetrate me. I slightly raised my buttocks to prepare for his entry, but instead he bent down and sucked my clitoris. Oh my God, he gently bit my clitoris with his teeth. My uterus kept contracting, and I was dripping wet. I didn't know whether to squeeze my thighs together or relax them. Before his penis even went in, I couldn't take it anymore.

He used his tongue to circle my clitoris clockwise, and my buttocks had to rotate with him. Then he changed to using his tongue to circle my clitoris counterclockwise, and my buttocks had to rotate with him. I tossed and turned on the bed, screaming. My crotch was on fire.

He chuckled and moved me to the eight-legged chair. My entire body sank into the chair, my upper body slightly lowered and buried in it, my arms supporting my upper body, my legs spread apart and hanging on the supports on both sides, my crotch completely exposed in front. It turned out that this was a chair specifically designed to hold girls in place, leaving only one (damn, I'm going to swear) cunt exposed for people to fuck hard.

My lower body was constantly leaking fluid. Cheng Ge (damn it, I'll call him a bastard) stood in front of me, inserting his massive penis into me. Oh, don't let his smaller build fool you, his penis is definitely bigger than A Fan's. He thrust in and out of me vigorously, and I immediately felt relieved. The tension in my body instantly relaxed, and I unconsciously made moaning sounds in rhythm with him. He continued thrusting forcefully, and I slowly felt another orgasm. My vagina contracted in waves, and my breathing became more and more rapid and heavy. But I was trapped in the eight-legged chair, and all I could do was desperately stick my thing out for Cheng the bastard to keep thrusting into me. I was so angry. I shouted and cursed, "Cheng the bastard, you schemed against your mother, you gave me aphrodisiacs! Do you think I don't know? Stop all this right now, or I'll report you to the village chief and make sure you can't face any elders in front of them!"

My inner desires had subsided, and I was eager for him to pull out, but he seemed unable to stop—he kept moving back and forth. I was already dry inside, and his movements began to rub painfully. I cried out in pain, which made him more tense. The more tense he was, the less he could stop, and the more pain I felt. Oh God, finally he pulled out and helped me off that horrible chair. Later, I learned that he had been given anesthetic and taken drugs that day to be able to ride me like a tiger and not get off.

Afterwards, his face was flushed, and he lowered his head and remained silent. He drove me home, and on the way, I kept thinking. We had known each other for over twenty years, since kindergarten. He had secretly loved me, but I didn't know. I was in love with Afan, but he was powerless to help. He compared himself to Afan and felt inferior in every way. In a moment of confusion, he did this foolish thing. Besides, I also had some feelings for him, and this happened half-heartedly. I also bear some responsibility. Besides, with Afan gone, I felt a certain need for him.

The following week, I called him and asked him to pick me up again. I wanted him to quit his drug habit, and if he could do that, I would accept him. He said he would accept all my requests and advice. Ha! Cheng-ge, who's two months older than me!

My worry is that when Afan comes back, I'll be caught between two men. How will things end? Never mind, Cheng-ge is my present, Afan is my future. Right now, I can only hold onto my happiness today.

I'm immersed in another relationship. I've discovered that I really enjoy sex. Every day, all I can think about is the scene of being together and loving with Cheng-ge. Except for the days when my aunt visits, I long for him to pick me up after work every day. Even my mother has noticed and often advises me, "Shiqiu, don't get too close to Cheng-xiong. He seems like a scoundrel, not a decent person. And if you get too close, how will you explain it to Afan in the future?"

I nodded silently, but every time Cheng came to see me, a fire would ignite in my lower abdomen. Oh! I love him, I want him, I miss his kisses, I miss him holding me tightly when I'm naked, I love his penetration, I love his thrusting inside me. Every time I think about this, my genitals drool, even when I'm sitting in my office chair. So I wear sanitary pads every day. My colleagues often laugh at me, saying I'm always indulging in fantasy. Ha! My Cheng, my opium, I often wonder if I'm a female sex maniac, a pervert.

Ah, I started fantasizing about that day when I slumped into the eight-legged chair at the Ximending Hotel, and I found myself missing it terribly. I wanted to show Cheng-ge my…

IV. The Drug Lord's End

Cheng-ge and I often met, and we'd stick together the whole time. He was trying hard to quit drugs. Every time I saw him, I remembered that scene in the Ximending Hotel, me slumped in that eight-legged chair, my shameful, wet vulva sticking out. That memory was etched in my mind, and I felt a strange sensation in my lower abdomen again.

The more I thought about it, the more I longed to sit in that chair again, to relax and have another battle with Cheng-ge. But I couldn't suggest going back to that Ximending Hotel. Suddenly, I remembered the hot spring hotel in Beitou, so today we went there, booked a spare suite, and entered the room. The scenery was the same, but the man was completely different.

After soaking in the hot spring, I was incredibly hot inside. I climbed into the eight-legged chair on my own initiative. Brother Cheng found it a bit strange and helped me put my feet on the shelf. My lower body was sticking out, and the opening was already wet and glistening.

Cheng's penis swelled up again and hardened as it thrust inside. Oh my god, I felt so full! Because he knew I didn't like slow, methodical sex, he started thrusting hard right away. My whole body, even my joints, felt like they were lubricated and started moving freely. It felt so good, so good! I couldn't help but scream. Cheng sped up his thrusting even more. I was beaming, but I couldn't move my limbs. I could only smile at him. Cheng moved closer to me, trying to kiss me, but he could only make a token effort. He could only keep thrusting into me. Accidentally, the condom he was wearing broke. He went to get another one, but I said, "Never mind! Come in again, I'm getting impatient!" So

he thrust in again. Oh, this was my vaginal flesh pressing against the flesh of his penis. It felt so wonderful! I felt him touch my G-spot. A tingling, numb sensation rose from my vagina. I started to feel my uterus spasming and my vaginal fluids flowing out. Cheng's time was up too. He ejaculated his semen inside me in waves.

Oh, this is the first time I've actually sucked a man's semen inside my vagina! Ah, I'm limp. Cheng helped me out of that lovely chair.

After showering, we drove back to Taipei. On the way, Cheng received a call asking him to come to Jionglong to handle an urgent matter. I was puzzled and asked him, "Isn't your territory in the western district and Yonghe area of Taipei? Why would you need something in Jionglong?" He simply replied, "New territory," and silently focused on speeding and overtaking other cars.

In less than thirty minutes, we arrived at the parking lot near Jionglong MRT station. As soon as we entered, several of his henchmen and the driver rushed up to us, shouting, "Boss! The Taiwanese gang is trying to take our territory, ambushing us! Fight them! I've already called Little Tiger and the others for backup. We have to teach them a lesson!"

Before he finished speaking, gunshots rang out from behind. I saw his henchmen fall one after another into pools of blood, and the car was riddled with bullet holes. Terrified, I crouched down and huddled under the seat; the lingering comfort of the hotel room vanished instantly.

Cheng accelerated, the car surged forward, ran over the wounded henchmen, pulled out his pistol and fired back, breaking free and speeding towards the woods. I heard police sirens blaring in the distance.

Like frightened birds, we crossed Banqiao and Xindian, fleeing into the mountains. The car window was too shattered to be used. Cheng stole a BMW for transportation (oh, he's got that skill too; he's a used car dealer).

We found a guesthouse in Wulai and stayed there. That night, while watching TV, the news reported: "Today, two drug dealer factions clashed over territory in the Jionglong area, resulting in six deaths, eleven injuries, and twenty-six arrests. The main suspect has taken a woman hostage and escaped. Police are making every effort to track him down. The suspect is armed with powerful firearms and guns. Citizens are urged not to approach him if they spot him and to notify the police immediately."

Cheng told me to take a ride home and not get involved. I clung to him tightly, just crying.

Cheng bought a 600cc bottle of Kinmen Kaoliang liquor from a shopkeeper, and we drank it together. We were both drunk. We took off our clothes, hugged each other, and tried to make love. The song "We Have No Tomorrow" played in my head.

The next day, we bought a newspaper. The front page headline read: "

Drug Dealers Fight Over Territory, Seven Dead and Ten Injured in Jionglong Clash; Main Suspect Bai Chenglong Takes Major General's Daughter Hostage and Escapes ."

Next to it was a large picture of Cheng.

Cheng said, "We can't stay here any longer, let's go."

We quickly got in the car and drove out of the guesthouse without paying. The landlord didn't stop us, and Cheng knew we'd been discovered. Sure enough, we soon heard police cars sirens blaring behind us.

Cheng drove aimlessly, turning at every bend, and soon we passed Pinglin. As the police cars drew closer, Cheng swung his gun and fired a shot. The windshield shattered, and someone inside was injured. The police car then slowed down and dropped to the back.

Many police cars kept a distance, but still pursued relentlessly, maintaining a firing range. Whenever one car got too close, Cheng would fire back, and they would move away slightly. We drove through a series of hairpin bends, and Cheng realized he was out of pistol ammunition. After a while, he panicked and crashed the car into a mountainside. We had no choice but to open the car door and get out. I took off my high heels and walked barefoot on the ground. Cheng said to me, "Shiqiu, we're out of ammunition and the car is broken. I have to pretend to shoot you." He leaned against the mountainside, pulled me in front of him, and pointed his gun at my temple to warn the police surrounding us. I shielded Cheng with my body, and we were locked in a stalemate on the road for several hours.

Cheng Ge kept roaring, his gun-wielding hand waving in the air. Suddenly, a loud gunshot rang out, and I felt a bullet pierce my hair. Cheng Ge cried out, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. Turning around, I saw a bullet in his forehead, lying in a pool of blood.

I saw A Fan's tall figure, holding a huge sniper rifle, wearing a military police uniform, standing among the police cars.

I felt dizzy and fell to the ground. I knew someone had put me in an ambulance.

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